“See how good that feels? See why you drive me so wild?” He nuzzled into her chest. “Damn, you feel so incredible.”
Out, then in, he moved their index fingers, the rest of her clasped hand pressing into the shallow dip just below, and she had no air to speak, no words to use.
Houston slid their fingers across her tight clit. “We’re in this together, baby, you and me.”
“Oh, God,” she said, amazed at how good it felt to trace their mutual touch over her again and again, shocked and thrilled and desperate for him to take away the painful pull that pooled in every inch of her. “Houston,” she murmured, a ragged plea so throaty it was a wonder she could speak at all.
“What?”
Back and forth his tongue went on her nipple, while the hard muscles below his ribs rocked her inner thighs. She was hungry, irrational. “More. Inside me, please.”
Chapter Forty-Two
Josie’s trembling request took every last ounce of his control and threw it against the wall where it shattered like thin glass. God, he loved her, every inch of her, and her generous giving heart, and he could give back tonight, anything that she asked for.
“Whatever you want, sweetheart.”
Houston shifted between her legs, searched out her slick opening and sank in with a steady thrust that tore a groan out of him. Her body wrapped around him, tight muscles caressing his cock, as he pushed deep inside her.
“Houston.” Josie stared up at him, eyes out of focus, her fair skin flushed to a rosy glow, as he left whatever shards of delusion he still retained behind.
Josie was amazing. He was in love with her. And she was his.
He pulled back until only the tip of his head was still inside her and they were both groaning in disappointment. For a long agonizing second he hovered there, then drove into her with a reckless hard push that ripped a curse from his lips and had Josie digging her nails into his back.
The little painful stings were nothing, barely noticed. He ignored the tight trembling in his injured leg and the bizarre lackof sensation in his right hand, as he reveled in the feeling of letting go, pouring into Josie all his appreciation and want.
He was very close to coming as he set a fast rhythm, wound too tight and racing towards an explosion. “Should I stop?” He wanted her to come first, with her soft legs wrapped around him and her breasts rolling with his every thrust.
The look of horror on her face would have been laughable if he hadn’t been grinding his teeth together in ecstasy. “No! I’ll die if you stop.”
And as if to hold him in place, her fingers were suddenly on his ass, squeezing hard, urging him forward with a little smack like a rider to a horse.
Nothing had ever turned him on like that demanding sexual swat from Josie. His gut twisted, his balls drew up, and he knew he only had seconds before he was exploding into her. “Want it that bad, do you?”
“Yes!”
And damned if she didn’t give him another tap, gripping his flesh and holding on as she jerked her hips up in an electric orgasm.
Houston let go, abandoned all control, fell over the edge with her, pushing hard, harder, driving himself and all his thoughts and feelings and passion forward into Josie.
They pulsed and bucked and held on, and Josie fell back slack, her fingers curling against his sheet, her upper lip dewy and her green eyes wide-open emerald pools.
“I love you,” she said.
And ruined any chance he had of rescuing his heart.
Josie lay panting and tried not to groan. And not from pleasure this time, but from the sheer stupidity of blurting out how she felt to Houston in the midst of a glass-shattering orgasm.
It was the equivalent of bringing up marriage on the first date.
Not that Houston was recoiling in horror.He wasn’t. Was looking pretty damn pleased, actually, but neither was he repeating her words back to her. Not even a “Ditto” or a “Right back at you, babe.”
Nothing but a small sigh, a crooked smile, a finger lazily drawn across her nipple, as he settled his weight next to her on the bed.
“You’re so different from me,” he mused.
Yes, she was an idiot, he was’t. She loved him, he didn’t love her. Josie lay very still and tried not to cringe. “Oh?”