Forbidden Heat (Firework Girls #1) by J. L. White Page A

inhalation of breath. I hold my breath as he slowly slides deeper, and deeper.
    And deeper.
    Dear god.
    He finally hits bottom and I exhale forcefully, trying not to make any noise but nearly out of my mind with the pleasure of him inside me.
    “Professor Brooks,” I whisper, enjoying the scandal of uttering such a thing at such a time.
    “Shane,” he whispers back, panting. “Please.”
    “Shane,” I whisper, as he pulls back and dives into me again.
    “Shane,” and he thrusts me again. I’m so wet I don’t even notice the water we’re in. We’re slick with me.
    Again he puts his full length into me, filling and stretching me. I arch my head back, unable to speak any more as the heat in my body spikes higher and higher. I’m throbbing with the most amazing sensations.
    I want it to last but I’m already on the edge. Judging by how hard he is and how he’s pumping me faster and faster, I’m guessing he is too.
    I look again toward the glass door, clutching his broad shoulders, trying to contain my desire to cry out. We have to be quiet. Whimpering, I feel myself clamping down on his hard cock. I’m getting closer and closer.
    I close my eyes, hearing the blood coursing through my ears and the water splashing against the wall of the pool.
    “Isabella,” he gasps, his voice low and thick.
    “Oh god,” I say.
    His cock hits me just right, sending me almost over the edge. He hits it again and I’m nearly there. “Don’t stop,” I whisper.
    He complies, pumping me so hard and fast I jerk my head forward as he pounds me into holy oblivion. My climax is so intense I can’t help but cry out. I bite my lip to silence myself, my body convulsing and exploding in pleasure. His cock is still hard as a rock and every time he hits me it extends my orgasm even further.
    He’s panting in my ear, clutching me. I finally start to come down from the high.
    He lets out a groan and pulls out, spilling himself in the pool water, still holding me and pressing his head against my shoulder.
    Only then do I realize we weren’t using a condom. Thank god he thought of it.
    I’m so not used to being the irresponsible one.
    I hold him tightly as he gasps and convulses once more against me. I desperately wish I could’ve felt him coming inside me. I grip his shoulders and kiss his cheeks as his body releases, finished.
    We hold in this position for several moments, catching our breath. Finally, he looks up at me, still slightly panting. I give him a tentative smile.
    He straightens, cupping my face in his hand as he gives me a deep, satisfying kiss.
    He slowly pulls away and looks at me. His brow furrows slightly.
    “We shouldn’t have done that,” he says quietly. “We’re bound to regret it.”
    “Shhh,” I say, and kiss him. “Don’t spoil it.”
    He looks like he wants to argue with me, but I give him an innocent look and bat my eyelashes at him.
    He laughs lowly and pulls me into a firmer embrace. He gives me a soft smile. I seem to have chased away his guilt. For now at least.
    As our surroundings slowly come back to us, he pulls up his suit and I put my skimpy excuse for a suit back to rights.
    In between giving me soft kisses, he’s taken to glancing at the door again. I lead him out of the pool and we both get dressed.
    Once we’re more decent—I’m in the shorts and tee I came here in—he glances at the door again before pulling me to him. Looking me in the eye and rubbing my upper arms with his firm hands, he says, “I want to put you in my pocket and take you home with me.”
    I smile. He’s so adorable. And sexy. And intelligent. And, as Sam would say, completely fuckable. What more could a girl want?
    Except for him to maybe not be my professor.
    He puts his forehead to mine, closes his eyes, and sighs. “When can I see you again?”
    I smile wickedly, even though his eyes aren’t open to see it. “Well, we have class in a couple days.”
    He opens his eyes to scowl at me and I laugh.
    “You