Celine
Sneaking out to see Josh made me giddy. I was a grown-ass woman, and after such a long day, the kids had crashed at a reasonable time. I sat in the living room, attempting to read a book on my Kindle and failing to comprehend a single word for another thirty minutes to make sure the girls were fully out. Then I left a note next to Ellie’s bed saying I was going out for a late night run around the farm in case she woke up.
As I tiptoed out into the cold night air, guilt plagued me.
I should not be doing this.
I should be at home, in bed with a face mask on.
But Josh had woken me up. He’d stirred the kind of desire inside me that I’d only read about in books.
As embarrassing as it was, I was horny and letting my hormones control me.
I was also deeply infatuated with the man. Not only was there intense physical attraction, but I constantly longed for his company. Throw in muscle memory and my body’s needfor more of the orgasms he had given me, and I was powerless to stop myself.
Every time I closed my eyes to sleep, I saw his face when I was riding him. He looked at me like I was a wild goddess, like he was the luckiest man on earth.
He was waiting on the porch when I walked up to the house.
“Did you leave a note?” he asked before I could greet him.
“I nodded. That’s why I’m in my running clothes.”
Smirking, he stood and grasped my hand. “We better not waste any time, then.”
We were kissing before the door shut behind us.
He lifted me easily and carried me up the stairs as I unbuttoned his shirt. I was desperate to get my hands on his skin. To feel all of him.
He gently set me on my feet inside his room, and I pulled his face down to meet mine. I couldn’t stop kissing him. I needed to feel him everywhere. This feeling, it was like mania.
He snaked a hand up my back and unclasped my bra, then pulled my shirt over my head.
“What do you want?” he asked, cupping my breasts. “Tell me.”
I wanted all the things. In all the ways. All night long. But my brain was too scrambled to even begin to articulate that.
“Do you think that maybe we could…” I winced. I never in my life thought I would ask this questions. “Could we get tested?”
“Of course,” he responded immediately. “I’ll do whatever you need.”
I let out the breath I was holding. “Thanks. I know it’s not sexy, but I was just thinking?—”
“Shh. You don’t explain,” he assured me, his mouth on my neck. “I’ll do anything if it means being with you, Matchstick. Safe and prepared is very sexy.”
When he found the spot that made my knees weak and nipped, heat washed over me.
“I’ll do anything to make you feel safe.” He kissed across my collarbones, then dropped to his knees in front of me.
My head bumped the wall behind me as he pushed down my leggings.
I did feel safe. And exhilarated.
He bit my inner thighs, sending a strange mix of pleasure and pain through me. I liked this version of him. A little rougher. A little less gentle with me.
“Josh,” I growled, burying a hand in his hair. “I need you.”
He looked up, a wicked grin spreading across his lips, then spread my legs wide. With his thumb, he circled my clit, priming me, then he pushed one finger inside me.