Fever (Falling For A Rose Book 4)

by Stephanie Nicole Norris

  For a long moment, Josiah just stared at me. I held his gaze and wondered what he was thinking. Seconds ticked by then suddenly, he pulled away and tucked his hands into his pockets.

  “As you wish.”

  I gave him a halfhearted smile.

  “Thanks, have a good night,” I said.

  “You as well.”

  Josiah turned and stepped off the porch, and I watched him walk to the car. As he made it to his driver side door, he glanced over his shoulder and caught me looking after him. Turning full circle, Josiah leaned against the door and folded his hands in front of him.

  “Did you change your mind?”

  I smiled and slowly went inside the house. I stood there waiting to see if he would leave. Lord knows if he knocked I was letting him in. It was a sad shame, but I wanted him more than I wanted my next chocolate fix. And that was pretty bad since I had a thing for chocolate. But the knock I waited for never came. After another minute, I peeked through the blinds only to find that he was gone.

  Chapter Twelve

  Josiah

  The internal struggle I was dealing with didn’t begin until the day I met Santana. I wanted to believe that our chemistry could be nothing more than two people attracted to one another. Happens all the time. But whenever I had the pleasure of being in her company, unfamiliar emotions would grip me, leaving my heart knocking against my chest. All over again, I’d try to dismiss the desire I felt, but it would always come back full force. And seeing Hunter approach Santana, turned me into a beast I’d never had to tame before.

  My phone rang, and I pulled it off the dashboard just as I switched gears and headed downtown to my condo. The highway was dark, and the only thing in front of me were the headlights and the concrete road ahead. I glanced at the phone. Stacy was calling again. The girl wouldn’t be ignored. I’d met Stacy one evening after working a double shift. She had pulled up on Infiniti’s car lot in a taxi. I cracked a smile and tried to change my focus from Santana to Stacy. Long brown legs, shapely hips, and a curvy bottom stuck out in my mind. A flat stomach and perky breasts that I’d yet to feast my eyes on. When my mind made it to her face, reality jolted me. It wasn’t Stacy I’d imagined at all.

  It was her. Santana. Again, there she was, even as I tried urgently to dismiss the thought of her. “Damn it,” I barked then answered the phone, determined to put Santana out of my thoughts.

  “It’s a little late to be ringing someone’s phone, don’t you think?”

  “Oh but, Mr. Rose, I figured I could count on you to answer,” Stacy purred.

  I waited for my libido to go crazy like it did when I spoke to Santana, but there was nothing.

  “How can I help you this evening, or… this morning rather?”

  “Why don’t you come over here and find out?”

  I had vague memories of where Stacy lived.

  “Address,” I said.

  Stacy offered her address quickly.

  “Five minutes,” I said.

  “The door will be unlocked. Find me in my bedroom. I’ll be waiting.”

  I disconnected the call and tossed the phone into the passenger seat. The Infiniti showed me its muscle as I stuck a heavy foot into the pedal. What Santana and I had was friendship. There was a mutual understanding between us that we wouldn’t blend our current status. I exited the highway and made a left turn beneath an underpass. It was vital that I get my rocks off. Being around Santana had my erection on edge, and I was sure a sweet release was what I needed to refute these ridiculous feelings I was having. No divine intervention would force me on a path I wasn’t ready to take. But even as I turned into Stacy’s driveway, my mood shuffled and pulled me in the opposite direction. I shut the Infiniti down and exited the vehicle with haste, my feet taking me across Stacy’s lawn hurriedly.

  The door was not only unlocked but pushed up, slightly ajar. I moved through the house and strolled purposefully down the dark hallway to Stacy’s bedroom. When I entered, she sat like an exhibition wearing nothing but a pair of thigh high pantyhose. An Eartha Kitt-like purr crawled from her throat, and her appearance should’ve made me pounce. But it didn’t. I stood there in her doorway staring at her flesh, but it was Santana’s face that I saw. When Stacy realized I wasn’t moving, she advanced toward me. As she moved, she twirled, making sure to give me a glimpse of everything she had to offer. But still, I stood, struggling with contemplation. In front of me, Stacy drifted down to her knees and reached for my belt. I watched her in silence as I continued to fight with myself. Santana and I are just friends. Nothing more, I thought. So why did it feel like I was cheating on her? I bit down on my jaw and snapped my hand around Stacy’s wrist just as my belt had become undone.

  She glanced up at me with speculative eyes, and I let out a heavy breath.

  “I gotta go.”

  I turned and fled so fast I was practically running. I’d made it out the house and back to my car, slamming an outstretched hand on the top of it.

  “Damn it!”

  I jumped in and turned the engine at the same time, barely closing the door before I screeched out of Stacy’s driveway. Throwing the car in drive, I sped down the darkened street and jumped back on the highway, driving at a speed I was certain would have me in jail if spotted. I bit down on my jaw, locking my mouth in a tight squeeze as I banged my dashboard with the palm of my hand. I was feeling psychotic. Never had I allowed my emotions to rule me, and I didn’t want it to start now. It was absurd. Emotions couldn’t be trusted. You could love someone today and hate them tomorrow. I’d seen it countless times with friends and associates. Or even worst, you fall in love with someone only to lose them forever. In some tragic car accident, or home invasion. And then what? You’re left with nothing but an empty hollowness on the inside. I didn’t want that. For all my twenty-seven years, I would never get close enough to a woman where I would want her for all-time. I’d never stay around long enough.

  It was my mission to make sure I didn’t end up like my father. As much as I loved him, respected him and was proud of the man he was, I didn’t want to end up marrying the love of my life, only to end up alone.

  “Damn it!” I yelled again, banging the dashboard. I switched gears and exited the freeway back on Santana’s side of town. As much as I fought this, no amount of running from it was doing me any good. I was being haunted. By her image, every second I was away. So here I was pulling back in front of her mailbox. I cut the engine and didn’t bother taking the keys out of the ignition. For seconds, I sat there staring at her door.

  A vicious swear fled my mouth. I tossed my arms over the steering wheel and rested my forehead on top of it as I strived for composure. My breathing was irregular as my chest heaved up and down. I shut my eyes tight and sang her name like a nursery rhyme that would make her suddenly appear. “Santana, Santana, Santana…”

  I needed permission. Santana had sent me away, and I’d foolishly thought I could dismiss the turbulent desire that stirred my soul for her. What had she done to me? I didn’t recognize myself as I sat chanting her name. I was beyond sanity, and the tug of war I felt held me captive. Then my phone rang, and instead of picking it up I merely glanced at the screen to find Santana’s beautiful face smiling up at me. My heart lurched, and I sat back, snatching the phone up answering in a voice I knew sounded like some wounded animal.

  “Put me out of my misery, Santana…”

  I could hear her voice catch and then she spoke, low and husky, “Come back.”

  It was all I needed. There was a split second between the time I left the car and was at her door knocking a malicious hand at its middle. On the other side, I could hear Santana fiddle with the lock and chain then to my glorious delight there she was. Her eyes widened at the shock of my steadfastness. Predatorily, I opened the screen door and moved inside just as she took a step back. The phone in her hand was still connected with the phone against my ear. But what held me more awestruck was the thin spaghetti strap nighty she wore. Sil
ver and sleek, it sat against her womanly curves. Curves that were rebellious, sprouting around hips and breasts with no shame as to the allure they cast on me. I was sure my eyes darkened as the untamable creature in me awakened. Santana wore more than Stacy but standing there in the flimsy material had managed to heat my blood in such a way that I wanted to jump out of my skin.

  “How did you get here so quic—”

  I had no control over the way I’d taken her. So fast the remainder of her words were sucked down by my tongue. I scrambled for her, pulling her so close she was like a second layer of skin. With rough hands, I gripped her bottom and rubbed her center into my pelvis as her legs held on to my waist.

  “Mmmmm,” she moaned, giving me as much as I gave. I staggered into a piece of furniture, paused, then made my way around it, desperate to find a landing, any landing where I could immerse myself in her. Santana pulled her lips from mine long enough to whisper with heavy vocals, “My bedroom is straight ahead to the left.”

  Her lips were on me again. Kissing down my jaw to the base of my throat. I carried her down the long corridor a determined man. Every time her lips touched me, I burned, hotter than before. I’d stepped into her open doorway but couldn’t wait any longer. I pinned Santana against the door jamb, removing the gown that separated us. What awaited me was the most beautiful pair of breasts I’d ever seen. Creamy chocolate nipples projected over her smooth brown skin. The correlation of her flesh between her breasts wove down her tiny waistline and rode over dauntless hips. When my gaze reached her center, the heat that rocked my being blazed. Her freshly waxed mound sat perfect and plump. Ready for the taking.

  “Oh my God, you’re so fucking beautiful…”

  I sat Santana on her feet and crouched in front of her to gain a closer look. Her clitoris stuck out at me, almost like it teased by pushing out a tongue. A rumble sounded when I realized the primal modulation had come from me. With my hands, I spread her thighs and with the moonlight from the window, I saw her pearl glisten. She was soaked. Her clitoris and protruding labia. I looked up at her, pushing wind through my nose that caused my nostrils to flare.

  “Is this for me?” I asked, my voice a dark drum.

  Santana swallowed. “Yes,” she said.

  My gut churned, and I touched her, easing my fingers in circles around her wetness. She inhaled a sharp breath, and I pulled my fingers back to look at them. A string of crème stretched from my fingertips to her vagina, and I took my gaze back up to her. Santana shivered, and the heat seeping from her penetrated my core. I stuck my fingers in my mouth and shut my eyes as I tasted her sweet sauce. I wanted to take my time with her. Wanted to be delicate and give her a dragging release, but I was too far gone to do so. The fact that I hadn’t taken her as soon as she’d opened the door was proof of my patience. But now, I couldn’t think, speak, or reason with being calm. I planted my mouth over her mound and sucked her in, tingling with awareness of the strawberry scent between her thighs. It raced against my skin, and my erection was painfully tearing against my shorts, dying to be unrestricted.

  “Oh my God…” she moaned.

  I dropped my hands to the floor and cranked my neck between her thighs where she would be complete sitting on top of my mouth. Her legs dangled over the sides of my head, and she stuck a hand against the wall to balance herself. Like a creature in the wild, I feasted on her, sticking my tongue inside her walls and sucking on the fullness of her peach.

  “Jesus…” she moaned again.

  Her moans became shouts, and her hands found my head as her hips rotated. Santana’s head fell back and what sounded like a gargle of moans bubbled up from her throat. Pulling my hands from the floor, I gripped her bottom and spread her cheeks further. I moved easily to a stand as I continued my assault on her.

  “Josiah!” she yelled, and I only growled, making an advancement toward her bed. “Oh! I’m going to come, baby… Ah!” she screamed. Then her body trembled. “Oh God,” she said as she came madly, squirting more sweet crème onto my tongue. I drank her, slurping her soft folds as if the liquid gave me life. Her thighs clapped as her tremors continued a never-ending quake through her body. Her temperature seemed to warm even more at her climax. I didn’t loosen the grip on her sublime pussy until there was nothing left seeping out of it.

  As magnificent as it was, I was starving. Santana had wet my whistle, and now I wanted the main entrée. I laid her down on the queen size mattress and stepped out of my shoes, dropped my shorts, and tossed my shirt. Her heavy lids widened at my girth, and she looked as if she’d saw a ghost. I took my hand up and down my shaft and watched her. Her tongue left her mouth to taste her lips, and she scooted to the edge of the bed.

  “Here,” she said, “let me.”

  I didn’t expect to feel the whirlwind of nerves when she closed her beautiful mouth around my length. But the swirling of her tongue locked me in place, and I bit down on my teeth. Reaching for her, I slid my fingers in her thick mane, putting a fierce grip on her. Up and down her mouth danced and sucked while her hands explore my balls. Santana was thorough with her skill. Making sure her mouth covered me entirely. She took me deep and didn’t gag, which was more than impressive. The feel of her hot mouth on my shaft made my toes curl, and I fought back a violent curse.

  Moans escaped her and instead of coming up for air, Santana breathed through her nose. I peered down at her. Surely, I held an untamed look of nostalgia. Santana slipped back and forth on my shaft hungrily and saliva strung from the corners of her wet mouth.

  “Mmmmm,” she moaned.

  My head fell back. “Damn it, girl.” Santana was unrelenting, taking me complete as if she’d been waiting for this all her life. I could feel my release gaining strength. Santana was on the verge of bringing me to a missile launching orgasm.

  “Shit!” I swore, biting down on my teeth. I’d never come this fast in my life, but I couldn’t contain it. I tried to remove her, but she held on strong, locking her jaws in place. “Santana…” I warned.

  But her movement sped up. She was asking— no begging for me to give in to her. And I did. My nervous system ran wild, and my fingers tingled as I coated the back of her throat.

  “Fuuu-ck!” I barked.

  Santana continued her merciless suck, and I was certain she meant to take me down. But I wasn’t finished with her yet. I reached and pulled her to the steel wall of my chest, crushing my mouth to hers. Santana tossed her arms around my neck and pulled her legs up to holster around my waist. The feel of her naked body in my hands ignited my flame, and I put a firm squeeze on her ass. I walked us to the bed and entered her before we could join the soft mattress.

  Santana’s eyes stretched as I expanded inside her heated canal. My hands sank into her flesh, and my mouth was steady at exploring hers. A rumble, dark and detrimental fled from my soul. My constant thrusting was persistent and shameless in its mission to knock her bottom out. Santana’s essence was contagious, her love overflowing with a stimulating passion.

  “Damn girl, why do I want you so bad…” I asked, moving in and out of her with strength and rigor. Santana whimpered, her words momentarily stifled. She held on to me with arms wrapped around my neck. Her mouth found my earlobe, and she bit down sending a flare of heat through my body. I rocked into her, desperate to brand my love inside her.

  “Oh my God…” she sobbed at my fierce assault. “I’m going to come so hard!”

  I went in search of her mouth again, trailing back up her arm along her shoulder blade.

  In an instant, I removed myself, scooping her up in my arms as I pulled us off the bed. On my feet, her legs straddled me, and I walked us to the nearest wall placing her between her vanity and a dresser. Santana’s eyes bugged out, and she reached for my shaft desperate to put me back inside her.

  I pressed Santana’s back against the wall and spoke into her lips. “I want to put every inch of me, in every inch of you.”

  Santana’s eyes glazed with passion. “If for an
y reason you need me to stop, our code word is, Fever,” I whispered sealing a kiss on her lips. Santana whimpered into my mouth, then swiftly I rotated her body in my arms, levitating her waist and thighs with a firm grip.

  “Put your hands on the wall above your head and don’t drop them,” I commanded. Before she could respond, I entered her from behind, sinking my rock-hard erection so deep Santana shot up the solid foundation. When she bounced back against me, her slippery pussy slammed against the base of my shaft, and a bloodcurdling scream tore from her throat.

  Her body trembled spasmodically, and without giving her a moment of reprieved I pulled out of her, then back in, thrusting with a nefarious plunge. A crackling of heat struck me as I pounded her ass, molding her body against mine with each torrid plow inside her. Our bodies milled and the fullness of her ass held a perfect bounce.

  “Aargh!” I growled as I pummeled Santana, saturated with her heated cum. Leaning in my strokes remained long, powerful, and robust each one causing another torrent of heat to consume me.

  “Aaaaaa!” Santana cried out as she sent her fist flying into the wall. She panted, and her head fell back, but no code word came from her lips. The deeper I drove into Santana, the more her back arched giving me a different angle at her depth.

  “Oh my God!” Santana cried as I pressed hungry kisses against her shoulder and sank my teeth into her flesh. She slapped the wall with her hands, and a shudder wave down her soft body. I rocked her bottom, digging so deep we was sure to burst through the barrier of sheet rock that kept us separate from the next room. A wail spilled from her blissful lips, and it sang out before sinking into a whine. “I can’t… fuck… take it, baby…” she cried.

  I pulled my mouth from her shoulder and growled up to her earlobe teasing her flesh with my teeth. “You know that shit turns me own, don’t you?” My hips rocked into her, and another flush of wet heat coated my shaft. “You can take it can’t you baby?” Santana’s head rolled back, and I paused my strokes to relinquish her hips. Reaching over Santana’s shoulders, I covered her hands with mine and sank my fingers between her outstretched palm that rested against the wall. My lips found her neck as I ground into her with a rhythm, compressed against her mound. With my lips against her ear, I kissed then spoke, “I’m going to fuck you, all… night… long…”