“I love your body,” he said in a low voice as he stroked her, up and down, slipping the tip of his finger just inside her to tease. Her tight channel hugged him, held on, moist and eager, her hips rocking forward.
He leaned over her shoulder to watch his hand covering her, to see her nipples puckered and her fingers digging into her thighs. Next to his ear, little hot gasps of delight left Josie’s mouth.
“I want to worship your body, touch and taste every inch of it, show you how it fascinates me.”
Normally Josie’s voice was high-pitched, cheerful, full of energy, and an almost naive exuberance. Now it had dropped an entire octave, grown husky and sultry, yet still so full of that eagerness he loved. “We can do that anytime,” she said. “Now is good.”
It certainly was. He pulled his hand back. She let out a sound of disapproval that was silenced when he stripped down her panties with a yank, going on his haunches to lift first one foot out, then the other, holding onto her smooth, pale ankles. He caressed her feet, noticing how short and rounded her toes were in a cute, very-Josie kind of way.
The panties in hand, he tucked them into the pocket of his jeans. She wasn’t getting those back.
Since he was moving around to her front, she saw him and gaped. “Why did you put those in your pocket?”
“I’m keeping them.” He went back down in a squat, resting his thumbs above her knees. He kissed her thigh, trailing upwards, noticing the sheen of moisture on her inner thigh.
He trailed his finger across the glistening flesh, then raised it to his lips and tasted, closing his eyes as the rich musk of her desire touched his tongue.
“Why do you want my panties?” Josie gasped, hands grabbing onto his shoulders, hips backing away from his touch.
He held her tighter.
Unwilling to look at Josie, he nuzzled his nose in her thigh and searched for something to say that was the truth, but not the whole truth.
Those panties belonged to him, because he couldn’t see her again after tonight, and he wanted a little tangible reminder of what they were doing. Because this was it, one shot, one night of burning pleasure like he’d never experienced before. Then he had to pretend it hadn’t happened, because she was already crawling past his defenses, and another date would do him in, he knew. He would fall for Josie, and then he would inadvertently hurt her or she him.
Tossed on the rocks. Crashed and burned.
Reaching for her inner thighs, he murmured, “Trophy,” then moved his tongue across her swollen clit.
And just like that, she came with a whimper. Stunned, he held onto her pulsing body, gripping hard, still moving his mouth over her to draw out the climax she seemed to be fighting. Intense and hard, in mere seconds it was over, her fingers relaxing on his shoulders. As her bucking hips slowed down, Houston gave one last lingering lick then pulled back.
He gave a soft laugh, kissing her pink thigh. Damn, she was incredible. He loved that he could push her to the edge so quickly, and she was everything he had envisioned and more. There weren’t games with Josie, despite the teasing back and forth, because he didn’t have to guess what she was thinking. Her thoughts would always be written all over her face, or spoken directly to him with that guileless honesty of hers.
So he glanced up the length of her body, past her belly and glorious breasts, expecting her to be wearing that sly smile of the satisfied, and purring contentment. And she was. But more prominently, more frightening, was the tender look of intimacy she shothim, a look that went straight into his chest and squeezed his heart like a rotten tomato.
Oh, hell, she liked him.
Damn it, damn it. He knew this was going to happen. He should have told his cock to lie down and behave, and now instead she looked like she wanted to pet him and pack his lunch.
He squeezed his lips shut so he wouldn’t say something insane, like he wanted her to stay the night, share his bed, and breakfast, and a whole string of tomorrows.
“Thank you,” she said, with a genuine gratitude that annoyed him.
How could he have sex with her and not look back when she wasthankinghim?
Her knees bent, and she slid down in front of him onto the floor. Her nipple swayed before his mouth. “What now, Houston?”
Well. He could be an idiot and send her home. He could gather what little shreds of decency he possessed and make soothing gentle love to her to make up for the way he was going to ignore her tomorrow.
Or he could push her back on the carpet and drive into her hard and fast, since she was there and willing and tomorrow was a long night away.
He started to put her away from him. It would be smartest if she just left now, before they sunk deeper into relationship muck.
“Wait.” She bent over him and unzipped his jeans, lifting him out of his briefs with trembling cold fingers that sent shuddering jerks of desire through his cock.
He swallowed the lump of lust that rose in his mouth. Again he tried to give her a gentle shove. He wanted to do the right thing. Let her get the hell out while she still could, and protect herself from the emotional wasteland he had always known he was.
“Before you put a condom on, I want to taste you.”