He ran his tongue along the length of her, dipping inside her smooth folds, enjoying the way she jerked beneath him. One more greedy lick across her and he pulled back.
“There, all done.”
Her frustrated expression made him grin.
One hand reached out and stroked his chest. “I don’t feel any better,” she said. “Isn’t there something else you could do?”
He could think of a lot of things he could do. “Well, there is something, but it’s a rather drastic procedure.”
Goose bumps darted across her skin, and she wiggled under him, raising her hips in a blatant offer. “Some cases need aggressive measures.”
Houston could stare at Josie all day, just pet and worship her body twenty-four, seven. He loved the way her soft belly curved out, and rounded down to her hips. Loved the way her breasts fell, and the pale underside of her arm when it was raised above her head.
For months he had been attracted to her, fantasizing about her and trying to convince himself that he wasn’t. Now that she was here, lying on his floor, spread out for him like a sweet, wet treat, he found that no fantasy had prepared him for reality.
And he had been lying, or just plain stupid when he told her that one night was enough. He didn’t think he could ever tire of running his fingers along her delicate flesh and listening to her little sighs of pleasure. Of watching the corner of her mouth lift up in a smile, or her tongue reach out and dampen her plump bottom lip. It was a habit of Josie’s he wasn’t even sure she was aware of.
“It’s that bad, is it?” he asked, pressing his tongue into her belly button, distracted and aroused and annoyed that she tempted him so completely to make such a total ass out of himself.
Bad, in an incredibly good way.
Chapter Nineteen
Josie felt like she had fallen into another woman’s body. A body that knew things she’d never claimed to. How to come in five seconds or less was the knowledge that astonished her the most.
Josie was one of those time-consuming women who needed lots of manual stimulation and full concentration on sex-slave fantasies to have an orgasm. There had been more than one occasion in the past when she had been waiting for her ex to check his watch or complain of a finger cramp.
She knew it was because she was always self-conscious, way too aware of her body and its various angles, to relax and just feel pleasure.
There was always too much in her head to let it all go and feel nothing, think of nothing but how she and her partner were trading satisfaction.
But with Houston, she wasn’t having a problem. Whipped cream was tenser than she was.
Houston’s willingness to tease and play games was a contributing factor. It surprised her, but she realized it shouldn’t. One of the things she’d always admired about him was his ability to focus, to concentrate solely on one thing, achieving perfection.
Usually she was witnessing that during a hip replacement. Today she was seeing his attention focused on making her insane with desire.
It was working.
“It’s bad, Doctor. I can’t go on like this.”
He had the nerve to laugh. To nudge against her with his cock, but not enter her. To flick his thumb across her nipple, her lip, her nose. To sink a mere inch inside her, then pull back.
“That’s not funny.”
“Who’s laughing?”
“You are.”
The grin fell off his face, his head moved slowly back and forth. “Jesus, the things you make me do.”
Any words she might have thought to say were cut off. Josie rolled her eyes shut when he slid into her again, gentler still than the previous time, pausing only half embedded in her. It was a delicious tease, to feel him throbbing inside her motionless, and she moaned, making the sounds of approval she knew he wanted.
“Houston, do you like it?” Fairly sure she knew the answer to that, she still wanted to hear him say it.
But he didn’t say it. He just nodded, then sank deeper until his hips were resting against her, and she was taking all of him.
There was no reservation, no thought, just mindless, enthralling pleasure seeping through every inch of her and out her pores.