“What about here?” He touched her hips. “Less here and I’d be afraid I’d hurt you when I’m driving into you.”
That image assaulted her and Josie moaned. Rolling her shoulders back, she took a step forward, giving him permission to do just that. Drive into her. Anytime he wanted. Preferably sooner than later.
Houston stuck his fingers through the loops of her shorts and tugged her the rest of the way to him. Her chest collided with his and he kicked the front door shut behind them. Then his grip was on her backside, holding, caressing, teasing her with wandering strokes that crept between her legs and into the dip dividing her cheeks.
“And less here, and what would I have to fantasize about?” His mouth found her ear as he whispered, his breath tickling her skin. “What would I spank when you get out of line and bend over without asking?”
She sighed, tilting her head when his tongue slipped inside her ear, making her ache with the hypnotic movements in and out. She squeezed her thighs together, clenching her inner muscles as she anticipated him moving in her the way his tongue was.
“You have a woman’s body. So yes, you are gorgeous and tempting, nottoo whatever to be pretty, whatever the fuck that means.”
Houston ran his hands across her waist, his mouth on her neck, and Josie knew that he was genuinely attracted to her.
For the most part, she was content with herself, but Houston had a way of making her doubt herself as a doctor and by default, as a woman. He was so confident, never the least unsure in what he did, and she felt sometimes like she was being consumed by him and his overwhelming personality.
Yet at the same time, she had never felt so desired, so appreciated, so wanted in her whole life.
Her shorts were being unbuttoned, and she noticed he didn’t fumble at all. Whether that was from being a surgeon or frombeing experienced in removing women’s shorts, she didn’t want to know. Well, she did, for sick, self-torturous reasons such as wanting to believe she was the only woman whose butt he had waxed so enthusiastically about.
One night, he had said. He never wanted more than one night.
Josie gasped as his erection ground into her, burning through the barriers of his jeans and her panties. Another hard thrust left her gasping.
“Jesus, Josie, I want you so much.”
About to answer, her words were cut off by his groping fingers jerking between them. Her eyes rolled shut. The khaki shorts fell down past her knees when he gave them a brutal shove.
Good thing he was a doctor, well versed in CPR, because she almost passed out from anticipation.
Chapter Fourteen
“Oh, damn,” Houston said, feeling like he’d swallowed an orange whole.
Josie’s panties did have a lip print on the front. A wide red lipstick set of lips, right smack in the middle between her thighs. Not high, above her belly button, but low, over her rounded mound and right about where her clit was.
“Give me a kiss, honey,” he said, and he dropped to his knees in front of her.
She gave a startled cry and tried to take a step back, but he wasn’t having any of that. He grabbed that gorgeous ass firmly and hauled her right up in front of him. He breathed in her scent, soft and clean, mixed with the sweet smell of passion.
Behind those lips he knew he’d find Josie slick with want, clit gleaming with moisture. So when he placed his mouth on the silk-screened lips, he was picturing what was behind it and how it would taste, and Josie’s cry of pleasure matched what he felt.
Houston loved the way his hands sank into her sweet backside, the way she was soft and real and eager, and that when his mouth moved over her, her legs enclosed him on either side in a sexy cocoon. He ate at those lips, kissed and bit and sucked, soaking thepanties with his mouth and her desire until he could taste her tangy wetness even through the cotton.
Her hands were tight on his shoulders, digging in with hard, short nails and Josie panted, murmuring something that sounded like a plea for help over and over. Which drove him nuts, and he gripped harder, his cock straining and pulsing in his jeans as he sucked the front of her damp lips, finding the soft give between her folds. Pressing his tongue there.
“Stop!” she said, giving his head a half-hearted shove before stumbling backwards.
Houston groaned, wiping moisture off his mouth, ready to ask her why in the hell he should stop, when Josie let out a scream, and not an orgasmic one. Her arms flailed, which didn’t help his hard-on one bit given that she was in her panties and nothing else, and she had a chest to rival a Hooters waitress.
Paralyzed by the sight of breasts bouncing a foot in front of him, he didn’t react quickly enough. His mountain bike, which had been propped up against the wall of the foyer behind them, caught the impact of Josie reeling backward. The bike hit the ceramic tile, clipping Josie in the leg and pitching her forward in a heap. She landed in a tangle of legs with lots of jiggling and wiggling.
Jesus, Josie needed accident insurance. “Are you okay? What the hell happened?” Still on his knees, he lifted the bike off her and settled it back against the wall before turning to assess her.
“Whoops.” She giggled, her cheeks pink, her arms propping her up, lying a little on her side. “I forgot my shorts were stuck around my ankles and I tripped.”
Relief flooded through him that she hadn’t broken an ankle or anything.
She’d just tripped. The urge to laugh was strong and he closed his mouth tightly for a minute, enjoying the erotic shape of her breast from the side, the way her waist dipped in, the full roundedcurve of her luscious hip. “Did the bike hurt you? Are you sure you’re okay?”