How to Seduce a Fireman: HarperImpulse Contemporary Romance by Vonnie Davis Page A

how to give oral, Cassie had absorbed the graphic lesson Eva Mae, her Saturday morning regular, demonstrated using a bottle of conditioner as a cock prop.
    Ninety percent of what Cassie knew about sex, she’d learned from her customers. And, as a virgin waiting three years for the man she loved to come on to her, she had no qualms about asking questions. So, here she was, beneath the man she adored, armed with second-hand knowledge, waiting for him to take her virginity and hoping she didn’t make a complete fool of herself in the process.
    For if he laughed at her inexperience, she didn’t think she’d ever recover.
    “Raise your arms over your head, angel.” Quinn wrapped his large hand around both of her wrists and held them in place even as he shifted off her onto his side. The warm fingertips of his other hand trailed down the side of her face. “You are so beautiful, even with that patch of red hair I dislike. What color was it the other week? Silver?”
    “Yes. Something sparkly for New Year’s Eve.” She almost told him she’d dye her hair any color he wanted if he’d stay, but she’d not do that for any man. Even him. If he couldn’t accept her as she was, as much as it would destroy her, they really had no chance for a future. Hadn’t both of her brothers preached the importance of respect and acceptance between a man and a woman?
    Quinn’s fingertips moved down her neck and slowly, almost reverently, continued over her collarbone, his gaze intent on where he was touching. “Your skin is so soft.” He leaned in, his nose brushing across her neck and chest, inhaling deeply. “And your perpetual smell of peaches and cream is so embedded in my male psyche. God, I love it.” The sweeping trace of his fingertips on her breasts was so light she quivered and arched into his hand.
    “Like that, do you?” He leaned over her and covered the mounds of her breasts with feather-light kisses, moving ever closer to her nipples. His woodsy cologne and male musk smelled like her heart’s home, for this hunky man was indeed her heart and had been since she laid eyes on him at her eighteenth birthday party.
    So often in the past, she’d watched his sensual lips while he talked or laughed, and fanaticized about the sensations his mouth would evoke when it drew one of her nipples inside to suck. In mere seconds, she’d find out. Her toes curled in anticipation.
    His tongue circled her beaded nipple before he claimed it.
    The pull of his mouth spiraled an arrow of need directly to her core and wetness pooled between the folds.
Oh. My. God. More. I need more.
    “Quinn!” She squirmed and trembled as he sucked harder. A deep throbbing she’d never experienced threatened to toss her over some precipice.
    He stopped and gazed at her. “You really like it when I do that.” His fabulous lips upturned at the corners. “Can you climax when a man does this to you? Hmm?” His mouth sought her other breast and she was swept once more into a miasma of novel sensations.
    “Let go of my hands. I need to touch you.” She tugged against the hold he had on her.
    He released her wrists, his eyes darkened with what she hoped was passion. Slipping his arm under her shoulders and turning her slightly toward him, their legs tangled even as his hand slid down her back where he slipped his fingers under the elastic of her thong. “I want this off. I plan on biting and kissing every inch of your beautiful body.” He squeezed one of her ass cheeks. “When you go back to your other lovers, you’re going to find them lacking. Because no man will ever love you the way I do.” He bit the tender flesh where her neck joined her shoulder and she trembled. “No one, baby.”
    He enveloped her in his arms and kissed her as if he had all the time in the world to break her heart, which was what he was doing—loving her and breaking her heart at the same time.
    The man was hell-bent on leaving and this was his goodbye. If his crass