She leaned forward and kissed him. “What’s the matter, Dr. Heaven? Do you want me to stop?”
He opened his eyes and sighed. “No.”
She chuckled and kissed him again, beginning to move so he slid in and out of her. “Mmm,” she murmured when he raised his hands to play with her nipples again. “Oh yes.”
He let her ride him, content for her to proceed at her own pace, wanting her to take her time and enjoy it, and make the most out of these stolen moments. Her body was hot beneath the shirt, her skin silky and soft. She began to move faster, her breathing quickening, and he groaned and squeezed her nipples, rolling them between his fingers and enjoying her answering gasps.
She pushed herself upright and tipped back her head again, and he dropped one hand between her legs and circled there with his thumb, sliding it over the slippery button that had swollen with her arousal.
“Oh,” she said, and caught her bottom lip between her teeth. “Yes!”
He gave himself over to pleasuring her, circling more and more quickly as her thrusts sped up. He leaned forward and sucked hard on her nipples, knowing he was on the right track when she clutched at his shoulders. Her breathing grew irregular, her gasps more frequent, and then she clenched her fingers in his hair, and her whole body stiffened.
He pushed up as she came, burying himself inside her. She screwed up her nose and groaned as she clamped around him in a glorious rhythm.
Wrapping his arms around her, he kissed her breasts and neck, touching his tongue to the rapid pulse in her throat as her breathing slowed. An immense feeling of satisfaction settled over him, almost as great as if he’d come himself.
Eventually, she dropped her head and cupped his face, rubbing her thumbs across his cheek. “Thank you.” She kissed him, her tongue playing with his, then lifted her head. Slowly, she began to move her hips again. “Now you,” she murmured.
He slid in and out of her, tension beginning to build up again inside him as she arched her back, her breasts glistening in the dull light. She was beautiful and exotic, and he’d enjoyed taking her slowly before, but he wanted more. She was moving too sensually for his mood tonight.
As if she could sense his thoughts, she kissed up to his ear and whispered, “Come on, Joss. I know you want to fuck me properly. Now’s your chance.”
He caught his breath, meeting her gaze, stunned she could read him so well. Holding her by the hips, he shifted onto the edge of the seat, then tipped forward and lowered her onto the rug, still inside her.
She lifted her arms above her head, stretching lazily beneath him, looking so damn sexy in his shirt. Her pale lips were blurred from his kisses, her nipples swollen, ready to be sucked and teased. He loved her breasts, so full and tempting. Ana’s had been small with tiny pink nipples, and he preferred a woman with a more voluptuous figure.
Maisey’s eyes lit with excitement as she saw the eagerness on his face, and she hooked her legs around him, drawing him closer, deeper inside.
“Come on,” she urged. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
He leaned over her, moving his hips and adjusting the angle to stretch her gently and make sure she could take all of him. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he murmured.
“I won’t break,” she whispered. With one hand, she stroked herself, spreading her moisture around the base of his shaft, lubricating them both with her fingers. She licked them, giggling at the look on his face, then raised her arms above her again. Letting her thighs fall wide open, she settled back with a comfortable murmur.
He could feel her muscles relaxing as she gave herself over to him completely, welcoming him in until he had no more left to give. “Fuck, Maisey, you’re driving me mad,” he said hoarsely, shocked by her utter abandonment.
“You think I don’t know what you want? I like it as gentle and romantic as any other woman, but there are times when a girl loves it rough and dirty.” She arched beneath him, her body begging him to take her. “There are times when a girl needs it like that.”
He wasn’t going to be able to hold back for much longer. He hadn’t expected her to be so uninhibited, so wild. “Maisey…”
She licked her lips. “I give you permission to concentrate on yourself and think of me as a sex object.” Her eyes taunted him. “A once in a lifetime offer, just for you.”
He pulled almost out of her, hesitated, then pushed the tip of his erection back in, watching the way her flesh clung to him. She moaned and writhed, and hot blood surged through him, making him swell inside her. “Don’t,” he warned, aware this was still Maisey, the girly-girl playing at being a sex goddess, with no knowledge of what he was really like.
“Come on, Joss,” she said, moving wantonly beneath him, “fuck me like you’ve always wanted to fuck a woman. Hard as you like.”
He frowned at her, irritation rising within him that she thought she knew him. She didn’t understand him—she wasn’t what he needed, his perfect partner, there to satisfy his every whim. She was just someone passing through his life, like a comet blazing briefly through his solar system. He didn’t want her thinking she had the answer to all his problems.
He pushed forward hard, half-expecting her to squeal or her eyes to fly open in shock, but she moaned and tipped her head to one side, submissive and open to him.
Joss groaned and began to thrust, losing himself in the sensation of being buried in her moist warmth. Although she was wet, she was fairly tight, and with each thrust her body massaged his erection, driving him closer and closer to the edge. Still he held back, though, worried about hurting her or frightening her, a little bit of him conscious of who she was, what he was doing to her.
She seemed to sense it though. “Let go, Joss,” she demanded. She lowered her hands to her knees and pulled them toward her chest, keeping her thighs wide open, leaving herself exposed and allowing him to plunge right into her. “Come on. Take me.”
Her words flowed over him, and he lost it. He gave up and let his body take over as it wanted to, as she seemed to want it to. He thrust hard, his body meeting hers with a sharp smack, and he clenched his teeth as he poured his anger and frustration into fucking her. Maisey moaned, letting him do what he wanted, and he spiraled out of control. He crushed his lips to hers and thrust his tongue inside her mouth, then kissed down her neck, sucking hard where it met her shoulder, her pulse pounding beneath his tongue. She gasped and swore, and he gave a feral growl of satisfaction when he saw his brand on her skin.
It drove him over the edge, and his hips thrust, his body pumped, and he groaned again and again as he lost himself in sensation and feeling, until the moment when his balls tightened. Heat rushed up, and he poured into her. Conscious of her clamping around him as another orgasm claimed her, he swore loudly, shocked by the intensity of the climax that went on and on. And the beautiful woman lying beneath him opened herself to him and let him have her, until he was spent.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Maisey lay half in a coma, now understanding the phrase “fucked stupid.” Even though much of his weight rested on his elbows, Joss was heavy on top of her, and she felt squashed, flattened, stretched, and very well used.
Wow.
Her neck throbbed where he’d bitten it. She’d probably have a hickey there. Great. Something for Tasha to quiz her about. Still, she wasn’t going to complain. She’d pushed him to go for it, and he’d taken her at her word.
He shifted on top of her, raising himself up, and she opened her eyes to see his blue ones staring in her own. As she focused on him, his lips curved, and then they both started laughing.
Joss withdrew carefully, making them both groan, and he rolled off her onto his back on the rug. “Fuck me,” he said, laying one arm across his face. “Where the hell did you learn to talk like that?”
“School for sluts.” She giggled, and he joined in, reaching out his other hand to take hers. He opened his fingers and she laced hers with them, oddly touched and puzzled how the gesture felt even more
intimate than sex.
“Are you okay?” He turned his head to look at her.
“I may never walk again.”
He grinned. “Sorry.”
“I think I have carpet burns from my butt to my shoulders.”
He lifted his head and looked around, seeing what she meant—they were a few feet away from where they’d started, driven there by his enthusiastic thrusting.
“Jeez.”
“Yeah.” She yawned. “You can rub some cream in later for me.”
“Happily.” He disengaged their hands and rolled onto his side toward her, and raised a finger to trace between her breasts. “I hope I didn’t hurt you.”
“Nah.” She smiled.
“Seriously, though.” He looked curious. “You’ve shocked me. I thought you were a nice girl. I didn’t realize you were so…” He searched for a word. “Rude.”
“I’m twenty-four, Joss. I’m not sixteen anymore.”
“Yeah. I forget.” He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. Because she was Kole’s baby sister, Joss would probably always think of her as the girl who used to do cartwheels in the garden and play with her skipping rope for hours. A vague flicker of guilt passed across his features, as if he was thinking Kole would carve him into a hundred pieces if he knew what they’d got up to.
She gritted her teeth. This was nothing to do with Kole. She was a grown up now, and he no longer had a say over whom she dated.
Still, something settled over both them as the intensity of the moment faded and reality intervened once again. If she didn’t do something soon, Joss was going to regret what they’d done, and things would get very awkward. He looked worried as if afraid she was about to ask the terrible question of Where Is This Going?
She sat up and stretched. “I don’t know about you, but I’m starving.”
Joss laughed and rolled onto his back, disposed of the condom and zipped himself up. “Come on then. Let’s get some dinner.”
Maisey buttoned up his shirt and retrieved her underwear and jeans from his bedroom, dressed quickly, and then joined him in the kitchen as he began to ferret through the cupboards.
“Stir fry?” he asked, and she nodded and chose some vegetables from the fridge. He washed his hands then started to slice up some beef.
“I’m impressed by the contents of your fridge,” she said.
“Why?”
“They’re fairly healthy, considering.”
“Considering what?”
“That you’re a guy. Kole’s fridge consists of several packs of beer, a half-eaten block of cheese, a loaf of bread, and about ten boxes of eggs. I don’t think he knows what a vegetable is.”
Joss grinned and poured some olive oil into the wok. “I’ve done quite a lot of work on nutrition, and I like to eat things that are going to do me good.”
“Do I fall into that bracket?”
He laughed and tipped the meat in. “Definitely.”
Maisey sliced up the capsicum, pleased when she heard him chuckling away to himself as he went back to the cupboard to get some herbs. It was so nice to see him smile. He definitely didn’t do enough of that nowadays.
They cooked some noodles, plated up the meal, and took it onto the deck. Joss chose a bottle of Pinot Gris to go with it, and they ate and drank while they talked.
Joss kept the conversation light, and Maisey went along with it for a while. Inside, however, her brain worked furiously as she pondered on whether to raise the question of why he’d asked her to go home with him that evening. Should she broach the subject? They’d now had sex three times, which was twice more than she’d intended. She’d offered herself to him purely with the intention of keeping it physical, and she didn’t want to go back on that offer and turn things heavy, but equally he had asked her to come back with him. When they’d left his parents’ house, she’d fully expected him to make excuses and drive off. She hadn’t expected his passionate kiss and the hungry yearning he’d exhibited, the sheer need for her.
Thinking of that moment reminded her of what had happened to Noel that day. Joss was looking out to sea, lost in thought, and she wondered if he was thinking about it too. “What are you going to do about your parents?” she asked, wondering if he wanted to discuss it.
But Joss’s face darkened, and he merely said, “I don’t really want to talk about that now.” He changed the subject to a movie he’d seen the previous week.
Maisey didn’t push him and listened to him describing the action film, but she was surprised how disappointed and even hurt she felt at his refusal to talk to her about anything that mattered. He was making it quite clear she was only a friend. And she only had herself to blame. She couldn’t now criticize him for treating her like a sex object when she’d advised him to do exactly that.
They finished their dinner, and Maisey suggested they watch a DVD, so they washed up, chose a thriller they both liked, and sat on the sofa to watch it.
They sat close, and Joss held her hand, but she made sure not to snuggle up to him, conscious it would soon be time for bed, and not quite sure what he wanted from her. Was he regretting asking her back? He’d enjoyed their session on the floor, but it had just been a way for him to get rid of some angst and frustration. Did he now wish he was on his own? Unfortunately, they’d had the whiskey and wine so he couldn’t drive her home. She was going to have to spend the night.
She sensed he was thinking about it too, because once again something seemed to be between them. Or was she being too sensitive? He held her hand, but he’d fixed his gaze on the TV, and he looked sad. Her heart went out to him. The whole point of getting together had been to cheer him up. She hadn’t meant to make things more complicated.
They were about ten minutes from the end of the movie when his mobile rang where he’d left it on the coffee table in front of them, making them both jump. Joss glanced at her, and her heart leaped into her mouth. Was it Sarah, saying Noel had wandered off again?
Joss picked up the phone and held it to his ear. “Hello?” His gaze slid to Maisey. “Oh, hi Kole.”
Maisey’s eyes widened. Shit.
“Nah, just watching TV, what’s up?” Joss listened, then closed his eyes slowly and let his head fall back onto the sofa. He sighed. “Yeah, I know where she is. She’s here.” His eyes opened and he looked at Maisey. “Like I said, watching TV. Yes, I know it’s dark, I do have windows here. But her car does have lights. She wanted some company so I said she could come over.” He ran a hand through his hair, rolling his eyes at Maisey. “Yeah, I guess, I didn’t think, sorry mate. Yeah. I will. Speak to you later.” He hung up. “Crap. Tasha rang you and they got worried because your mobile was turned off.”
“For God’s sake,” Maisey snapped. “It’s not like I’m staying at home on my own for the first time in my life.”
“She was just worried about you.”
“Yeah,” Maisey said, heart sinking. “And now she’s going to know what’s going on.”
Joss raised his eyebrows. “Kole didn’t twig. Why would Tasha?”
Maisey gave a humorless laugh. “Because Tasha’s a girl. She knows I can’t stand driving in the dark. She knows if I wanted company I would have called Elle or Caitlin. She’ll be putting two and two together, and she’ll now be telling my brother we’re having an affair. Just wait.”
They both stared at the phone.
A minute later, it rang again.
Maisey gave him an “I told you so,” look.
Joss reached out for the phone, but before he could grab it, she picked it up. Walking away, she swiped the screen and put it to her ear. “Hello?”
“Maisey,” Kole snapped. “What the fuck?”
“Hello, brother dear.”
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. You and Joss?”
“We’re watching a movie,” she said, standing by the window and looking out at the view of the moon over the ocean.
“A porn movie?”
“Kole! You have no
idea what’s going on so don’t jump to any conclusions.”
“I know my best mate’s screwing my little sister when I expressly told him not to—”
“I’m not fifteen anymore,” she snapped.
“I don’t care. It’s an honor thing.”
“I’m not a kid,” she yelled. “And this isn’t the nineteenth century. I don’t have to do what you tell me anymore. So go and mind your own fucking business.” She pressed the button and fought the urge to throw the phone across the room.
Behind her, Joss was silent. Her fingers tightened on the phone, and she folded her arms miserably. This whole thing was screwed up. Fuck Kole for making it seem seedy and sordid. It wasn’t seedy and sordid. She bit her lip. Please, God, tell me it’s not—I don’t want it to be.
“Maisey.” Joss spoke quietly from behind her. “I’m sorry.”
She let out a breath slowly, then turned around. “No, I’m sorry. My fucking brother. That was unfair. It’s nothing to do with him.”
Joss stood and sank a hand into his hair for a moment, then dropped his hands to his hips. “No, he’s right, I did promise I’d never make a move on you. I can understand why he’s angry. He has every right to be.”
Tears stung her eyes. “Don’t regret it, Joss. I don’t think I could bear it if you regret what we’ve done.”
He gave a small smile at that. “I don’t regret it, honey. I swear.” But he looked haunted, and he’d be worried about the coming confrontation with her brother. They’d been friends for a long time, and Joss had the same ridiculous views as Kole regarding Things You Don’t Do, of which screwing your best mate’s sister was right at the top. Even though Kole now dated Fox’s sister, he was still over protective of Maisey.
She swallowed. “Look, I’m sorry it spoiled a lovely evening.” She took a deep breath. “Joss, I know this isn’t going anywhere, and I’m not expecting anything from you. I like you, I really do, but this was supposed to be fun, something to cheer you up. I’ll sort Kole out, don’t worry. Everything’s going to be fine. And look, I’ll sleep in the spare room tonight. No worries, eh?”
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