His pupils blew wide. “Celine?—”
I shook my head. “I want you. I want this. The kids are with Stella. Who knows when we’ll get another chance?”
He studied me, his chest rising and falling with labored breaths. Good. He wanted this as badly as I did.
Then he scooped me up and took off toward his house.
Giggling, I curled into his chest and relished the security his arms gave me. And I reveled in the haze of lust that had fallen over us.
For the first time, wanting someone didn’t feel like danger.
It felt like safety.
Chapter 25
Josh
This could only be a dream.
Celine was in my bed, straddling me, her mouth fused to mine like I was the oxygen she needed to breathe. Having her had become a fantasy, and after our encounter in the barn last weekend, that fantasy had begun to run wild.
I wanted days, weeks,monthsto explore her body. But we were already on borrowed time. Watching her swing the sledgehammer, witnessing the way her face lit up and her muscles loosened when she was finished, had been the most powerful aphrodisiac.
Now that her weight was settled on top of me, keeping a lid on my desire for her was impossible. With my hands on her ass, I kissed her back with as much passion as she was showing me.
When she moaned into my neck, I knew that this was heaven.
I’d asked her what she wanted, and she’d asked me to fuck her.
I could have come in my pants right there and then. It was officially the hottest phrase I’d ever heard.
Sitting upright, she took off her T-shirt, revealing a pink sports bra that did little to hide her pebbled nipples.
“All of it,” I growled.
Without hesitation, she ripped the undergarment off and tossed it over her head.
With one hand on her breast, teasing her rosy nipple, I took the other into my mouth. “You’re in charge,” I said, trailing kisses along her chest as she ground her hips against me. “Anything you want.”
“You know what I want.” She squeezed my cock through my pants, whimpering.
“You’ll get it,” I gritted out. “But first, please let me taste you.”
Her already flushed face went crimson. “No… you don’t have to.”
I clutched her hips, clocking the uncertainty in her expression.
“Um, I desperately want to. But obviously only if it’s okay with you.”
“It’s just.” She let out a shuddering breath. “I’m all sweaty. Maybe I should shower?—”
I grasped her wrist and brought it to my lips, kissing her pulse point.
“Fuck, that just makes you taste even better. Please.”
“I mean, I guess.” Though there was hesitation there, desire burned in her eyes. “For a minute?”
I rolled over and pushed up on my knees, making surenot to cage her in or make her feel trapped. “Can I take off your leggings?”