His fascination and lust were addictive.
Josie arched her hands above her head and wiggled her hips to get him moving again.
He sucked on her inner thigh, pulling her flesh hard with warm lips and dragging another moan from her as the ache sharpened deep inside.
“Are you asking to be spanked again?” His voice was calm, but hard, tight with desire.
“No. Why?”
“Because you know you need to be patient. I know what I’m doing.”
“You’re not the boss of me.”
The little nibbles along her thigh were not enough, distracting reminders of what else he could be doing to her.
“At the hospital, I am not your boss. Here? You’re allmine.”
Goosebumps rolled up her arms and heat settled deep between her thighs. “For claiming that you don’t have a good bedside manner, you’re doing a really fabulous job.”
He laughed, a husky chuckle that tickled. “Now are we going to continue this conversation or can I get back to what I was doing?”
Houston had taken the initiative to give another long lingering lick, sinking into her.
“Ooh. Definitely back to what you were doing.”
“Good idea.”
Then he went to work in earnest and Josie fell slack, caught in the tightening frisson of pleasure as his mouth moved over heragain and again. Slick, hot movements that paralyzed her kept her frozen, fingers curled in the sheet, eyes drifting closed.
Over and over, his hot tongue invading her, her belly tense, her nipples aching. When she was a split second away from shattering, he pulled back, wiping his mouth with a thumb and index finger. She let out a cry of disappointment that grew into a moan when he stood up.
Houston shoved his swim trunks to the floor and walked across the room, away from her, giving her a great view of his broad back and tight backside. But nice ass or not, he was walking away from her and she was quivering with want.
“Where are you going?” Josie loosened her death grip on his gray sheet and followed his progress to the dresser. She wanted to roll on her side for a clear shot of him when he turned back around, but she was afraid any movement whatsoever would send her flinging into an orgasm.
“I’m getting a condom. Feel free to touch yourself if you need to until I get back.”
Josie gasped, heat stealing over her neck and face. “I think I’ll be okay.” She couldn’t imagine doing that in front of Houston. Well, not yet anyway. If she werewithwith Houston, with his perfect hard body and oh-so-knowing stare, yes, she could see doing anything he wanted her to at some point.
Houston started back to the bed, condom in place, wicked look in his eyes. “Damn, that’s too bad. I’d have liked to have seen that.”
“Sorry, but I don’t think you’ll be seeing that anytime soon.” But her reticence was forgotten when Houston reached the end of the bed and put one hand on either side of her ankles, leaned over her, and kissed her right where his tongue had been.
Where she was still slick and burning.
Then he swirled his tongue up around her hipbone, leaving a moist trail behind as he ducked into her belly button. His tongue was invasive there, penetrating, and she fought against it, againstthe tight hot ache below, where his hard chest would press and retreat in a painful tease.
But he ignored her squirming, continuing north until his nose nudged the underside of her breast and his tongue could flicker back and forth, making her nipples tighten with jealousy.
Then he took her hand and with his fingers aligned over hers, slid them between her legs. Josie jerked in embarrassment as she felt the moistness of her body beneath her touch.
“Stop, let go.”
“Shhh,” he coaxed, holding her fingers firmly against herself, all while his tongue did delightful wet things to her breast.
She wiggled under him. “I can’t,” she said even as she arched into the contact.
She shook her head even when he sank his finger and hers deep inside her, where her body enclosed around them in a wet warm pulse.