Saved By The Firefighter
Chapter 76

Joanne's Point of view.

I cannot help but feel a little self-conscious, especially after me opening my mouth and letting my soul see daylight, regarding my accident with the hair removal cream. But in all honesty Whip-Me is seeing the funny side and is not looking at me as if I have lost the plot, which I chose to take as a good sign. Also, he is busy pulling up on his long winding driveway to his quite large home, which is set behind some trees, and feels secluded, rather than in the outskirts of a busy city.

The rain is still falling, a deluge of water hitting the windscreen, making the wipers struggle under the constant downpour. Kelvin shuts off the engine, then runs round to my door, opening it, whilst trying to keep me from getting more wet than I already am. I am soaked through and not just off the storm, that is for sure. For all I read romance books, I never truly believed in the whole, sparks, tingles, getting moist and losing control type of thing, it was fun to read, but I had always felt it was more than a little over exaggerated, well that was until just half-an-hour ago, when I was covered in goosebumps, tingles, and yeah, I lost control, forgetting myself, nothing else had mattered in the car park, everything forgotten, other than the feeling of his lips on mine, and my need to be closer to him. It felt quite weird if honest, not in a bad way, but in the most breathtakingly amazing way, because I have never ever experienced anything quite like it.

As we enter the house, our clothes literally dripping from the storm, Whip-Me, smiles.

"Now as much as I would love to get you upstairs, I am not saying this to 'get you upstairs' if you get my drift." He chuckles, seeming suddenly unsure of himself, which makes my large granny pants even more wet with excitement.

"But if you want a shower to warm up, there is a family bathroom at the top of the landing, I will grab you a shirt or something to wear and pop your clothes in the tumble dryer." He smiles at me.

"Thank you," is all I can manage to say, suddenly embarrassed again.

To be honest, the date had gone really well, once we relaxed, laughing and joking about. I never knew just how funny Whip-Me was. He had always seemed so serious, and it makes me happy to know that he has a whacky personality hidden under his serious boss facade.

I follow him up the wide staircase, my feet leaving wet footprints on his cream wool carpet as I go.

"So, this is the bathroom. I will grab a shower myself, there are clean towels, and here is one of my shirts to put on whilst your clothes dry off." He gives me the biggest smile.

"Thank you," I say once more, feeling a little tongue tied, this situation feels a little surreal if I am honest.

I strip off my dress, and wring it out in the shower, before, taking off my underwear, then step into the shower and turn it on. The warm heat from the spray instantly relaxes me, as I stand, a stupid smile on my face, my fingers tracing my lips as I remember the punishing, and most amazing, kiss of my life. I feel like a teenage girl who had never been kissed before.

Grabbing the shower gel that is on the side, I soap my body, great, now I smell like Whip-Me, and hell does it do something to me. After rinsing off, I step out of the shower, grabbing a large fluffy bath sheet, and wrapping it around myself, before drying off my body, and picking up his work shirt, noticing he has also given me a fresh pair of his boxer-briefs, wow, they look like they are those tight type, you know the ones that mould to a man's a*s, and showcase what they have going on, not leaving much to the imagination, and I let out a shaky breath as I try to focus my mind on something other than Whip-Me's willy. I button up the shirt as much as I can, but with my boobs, well the top three buttons have zero chance of getting done up, then pulling on the boxers, I gather my wet clothes and the towel I have just used and walk out of the bathroom.

Whip-Me stands in the hallway, he is in a fresh pair of joggers and tight t-shirt. Before today, I had only ever seen this man in his uniform, and trust me, he is sexy as sin in it, but seeing him so casual has my pulse beating at a million miles per hour, he is damn well gorgeous. His eyes trail up and down my body, leaving a trail of heat in their wake, then with a low growl, he reaches round my waist, well the slight indent where my waist should be, and pulls me to him.

"Damn Joanne, seeing you in my clothes is doing something unspeakable to me," he groans out as if he is in pain.

I let out an embarrassed giggle, yeah, I have turned into a 16-year-old on a first date with her first boyfriend, but I cannot deny it feels good.

"Come on, I will get these clothes into the dryer and make us a hot drink, before I forget you have injured bits, and drag you into my bedroom, and do unspeakable things to this amazing body you have," he groaned again.

I literally let out a little squeak, I mean, how embarrassing, but it could not be controlled, as he takes my soaked clothes from me, then walks down the stairs.

I follow him into the kitchen, into the small utility room, where he bundles my clothes into his dryer, turning it on, then with a small chuckle, leads me back to the large white kitchen, the walls are white, the cabinets as well, but with a black granite work top. All of his appliances are black, a long silver light with five spotlights shine down on top of the large island with black granite waterfall countertop, three black and silver bar stools sit underneath. A silver fruit bowl sits on top of the island, filled with all sorts of different fruit, and off to one side is the biggest spice holder I have ever seen, filled to the brim with everything you have heard of, and some I never knew existed.

"Wow, this kitchen is amazing, like out of the pages of a magazine, amazing," I say, my eyes wide.

My kitchen at home is small, just a few blue cupboards with normal counter tops, and a pine table in the middle of it. I would give my right arm for a kitchen like this.

"Yes, but I cannot take credit for it, it was like this when I bought the house," he tells with a high degree of humility.

"How long have you lived here?" I ask, looking around the larger-than-average home.

"Coming up for five years. I bought it when I got divorced. My ex-wife stayed in the other house. To be honest, the mortgage was all paid off, and well, I had some savings, so let her keep the house, after all, she gave me my daughter, so I started again. I got this place with a mortgage, but it is nearly paid off." He smiles.

My heart melts at his words, that he did not demand his ex-wife sell the house, and split the proceeds, recognising that she had brought up their daughter. It was a far cry from my experience of walking away without a penny piece, and Ben's s***m doner getting everything. Not that I fought him for it, what was the point, I had my son, and whatever I have, which is not a lot, my house is from the local housing association, but I did it myself whilst being a single mother. I take pride in that.

Whip-Me passes me a hot mug of tea, and we walk out of the magazine-worthy kitchen into the living area, which has muted colours, on the walls, the large sofas again a soft light grey, but the cushions and rugs all have a pop of bright colours, making the place feel like a home. It is damn well perfect, just like its owner.

We place the tea on the coffee table, and sit down, Whip-Me places his arms around my shoulders, and gently pulls me into his side, and it feels like heaven, so comfortable, so right.

"Joanne, I just want you to know, I am not messing around here, I really do want this to go somewhere. Not putting any pressure on us both, but I am in this with a view of a long-term relationship," he tells me with a contented sigh.

"I didn't think I would be your type." I smile into his large broad chest.

"If you say anything about your age or weight, then we will have our first fall out. Of course, you're my type, you're beautiful, and crazy in the best possible way. I have fancied you for years," Whip-Me tells me, the timber of his voice reverberating though my body, making me let out a soft moan in response.

"Really?" I ask, biting my bottom lip.

"Yes, really." He chuckles at me.

"I have had the hots for you for ages as well. That is why I never spoke much to you, in case you realised and thought I was some crazy old lady." I giggle.

"Enough with the age difference." He shakes his head, then places a soft kiss on the top of my head, his big hand squeezing me slightly as I laugh.

"I have a nick name for you."

Okay, so the words are out of my mouth before I can stop myself, now I am going to have to tell him, why-oh-why do I not have the ability to just keep my mouth shut, and insist on embarrassing myself. "Humm, I have heard." He lets out a low laugh.

"Oh, shit." I grin.

"Yeah, and just so you know, I am very much looking forward to the day when I can whip you with my willy." He laughs.

"But for now, your clothes are dry, and well, if I do not get you home soon, I know Ben will turn up demanding to know what I am doing with his mother." He grins.

"Sometimes he forgets I am the parent." I laugh.

"No, he doesn't; he just loves you, and is a credit to you, Joanne, you did a good job with that man, and I am not just saying that to whip you with my willy, I am saying it because it is true." He smiles at me. I through my head back laughing at him, shaking my head.

"So, what are you doing tomorrow? You are not at work; fancy going to the movies or something?" Whip-Me asks.

"Yeah, that sounds good. What do you want to see?" I ask him with a wide smile.

"Not bothered, just want to spend the day with you, and well, sit in the back row of the cinema in the dark sound like the perfect date." He winks.

"Oh my, well, I will look forward to it." I grin at him

"Humm, not as much as me." He smiles.

Whip. Me. With. His. Willy. I have got a keeper here, let's just hope I do not screw it up!