“Gotta say, love your style, baby,” I say as I appreciatively explore the lace covering her full breasts and private parts. I ease her thighs apart, grab the seat of her stool and, with one firm tug, pull her close between my legs. “Much better,” I murmur as my hands again move up her spread thighs. Her eyes flutter close, and my touch elicits a sexy, low moan. She’s not even naked, but I don’t think I’ve ever encountered a more provocative image than this lip-biting woman in black underwear and lopsided satin robe revealing a shiny bronze shoulder.
My thumb brushes over the thin layer of lace. It feels damp beneath my touch. “Am I going to find you wet for me if I push your panties aside?”
She pries her eyes open, keeps them half-shut, and nods while still biting into her plump bottom lip.
“You drive me wild, babe,” I utter in a raw voice as I stare into her hazy, dreamy eyes, then translate my words into deeds and slip my thumb under the flimsy, wettish material. Damn, but she’s freaking soaked! “Ah, Tess...”
I slide two fingers in and rub them through the slickness of her folds. She gasps as her hands grab the sides of her seat. “God, you’re making me high.” She pushes up her hips, asking for more, and I can’t suppress a groan as I push my fingers inside her. Her head falls back on a whimper.
Holy fuck...
I let my fingers move against her, around her, inside her. I love how her breathing becomes faster and harder, and I lean in to give her an unadulterated, wet, open-mouthed kiss, while my thumb circles her clit.
“Josh,” she utters and grabs my wrist. She clenches around my fingers and her legs begin to shake.
“Yes, sweetheart, lose yourself.”
I nearly spill myself as I carefully watch the expression on her face as she comes against my fingers. Her lids are heavy, and her gray eyes nearly black with arousal. “Let’s go to your bedroom,” I whisper, my voice thick with my own heated lust, and the need to feel her underneath me.
Still in the throes of her climax, I bend over and hook one arm underneath the backs of her knees, the other around her waist. “Wrap your arms around me, babe,” I order in a rough voice, then pick her up and stride out of the kitchen.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
teresa
My head is still spinning as I hold on to Josh for dear life, hoping he can find my bedroom on his own, because I’m not much help in this blissful hazy state.
Which is entirely his fault.
And those long, slender fingers!
“Do you know when I had my last orgasm?” I purr into his ear.
“No, sweetie, I don’t.”
“Me neither.”
I feel him smile against my face. “That long, or have you never had one before?”
“I’m not sure, probably both.”
“Are you a virgin?”
“No, but I’m not an aggressive sex goddess either.”
“Thank fuck for that,” he says with a touch of humor in his voice.
“There was only one guy in Spain,” I explain further, “but he didn’t have your hands. Or wicked tongue for that matter.” Jeez... Is it possible to feel intoxicated after an orgasm? I drag my lips over his smooth cheek, feeling hazy. “Facial hair is so overrated.”
“I’m sorry?”
Oh... “Nothing.”
“Stay with me, Tess. I’m not done with you, yet.”
God, I hope not. “You make me feel so good.”
“Good. Planning on doing it again. Which room?”
I tilt my head and survey the hallway. “The one in the back, on the right.”
He opens the door with his elbow, and I smile when my bed with the brass bedframe comes into view. Not sure whether he’ll fit. “This is still my teen bed. I just couldn’t distance myself from it.”
“Looks like a damn fine bed to me.”
“I don’t have the exact dimensions, but it’s bigger than a standard single bed,” I point out, nervous now, which is stupid, because he just made me come in my own kitchen, and I wasn’t exactly showing symptoms of shyness or nervousness then.
“It’ll do. Believe me, right now, any surface would do.”
I raise one of my brows. “Needy, much?”
He plants me on the edge of the bed with a crooked smile. “You’re about to find out, so don’t you dare fall asleep on me,” he warns. He sits down on my antique upholstered armchair in the corner of the room, and starts untying the shoelaces of his sturdy ankle length boots.
I shake my head. “Impossible,” I say while discarding my robe. I get up and fling it over another chair. “You have a very fit body.”
He looks up, nodding. “Right, you threw a blanket on top of me.”
I flash him a flirty smile. “Not before I had my fill of you.”
He shoots me a mischievous look. “You’re a naughty girl,” he says, then pushes to his absurd sexy feet, and rises at least a head above me. He grabs the back of his shirt and pulls it over his head, then drops it to the floor.
I blink as I stare at his broad torso. “And I knew you were trouble the moment you set foot inside my bar.”
He steps closer, and I feel his hot breath on my face as he looks down on me. “Then it’s a good thing we both know what we’re getting ourselves into.” His hands rise, and I shudder as he cups my breasts, flicking his thumbs across my hardened nipples through the lace. Effortlessly, he unhooks my bra and frees my breasts, then murmurs, “So damn beautiful.” His bright, green eyes meet mine. “Do you have condoms?”
I think of the package still lying unopened in the drawer of my bedside table. Emma’s joke, who slipped it in my handbag a few months ago when she arranged a blind date with a hot guy, that led only to a boring conversation, and pre-sex making out with an exchange of excessive saliva. I swear I could feel his teeth. Massive turnoff. No, then Josh’s sloppy kiss just now, resulting in my best climax ever, and making all the others I ever had shrink into insignificance. I seriously wonder if I ever had an orgasm before.
Josh tilts up my chin. “Well? I mean, I’m clean. I never had sex without using a condom, but–”
“I’m clean too,” I say quickly, “but we need them anyway. Let me get them.”
Josh nods and steps back. “You’re not protected?”
“Nope. I don’t see the point when you’re not in a serious relationship.” I switch on the little lamp, since it’s still dark in the room, then open the drawer and take out the paper packaging box. Large size condoms. Naughty Emma. Grinning, I turn around and hold up the box. “I believe I have your size.”
“If you say so,” he comments as he pushes his jeans over his hips. And, holy hell, I believe I just have him flushed. Smiling, I remove one of the foil packets, make sure it’s within grabs when the time comes, and then sit on top of the duvet and wait for Josh to join me.
My gaze lowers, and I swallow as he shoves down a pair of snug-fitting trunks that tightens around his muscled thighs. His erection springs forward, and suddenly I’m overwhelmed with a burning sensation. I ache for his body. Even if this is just a one-time affair, or if it burns out quickly, I’m not denying myself the pleasure, the thrill of being with this full-blooded, gorgeous man, who is determined to have me. I gave up so much of myself already, so today is for me, and I’m going to enjoy it to its fullest.
“Hey,” Josh says softly as he stands next to the bed. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”
I smile. “I told my inner self to enjoy this.”
Josh sits down on the bed, and caresses my cheek with his knuckles. “Is there a reason why you shouldn’t? Is there something I should know?”
“No, no... it’s just that I’ve been denying myself these kinds of pleasures for a long time, and...” I shrug. “Well, you know, responsibilities.” I exhale. “I want this, Josh. I need you too.”
“Then let’s find solace, or whatever it is that we need from each other, before responsibilities come knocking at our door again.”
“That sou
nds awfully good.”
He leans in and kisses me softly, gently pushing me backwards into the pillows, then carefully lies down on top of me, bracing himself on his forearms. His fingers slide into my hair. He wets his bottom lip and then kisses me tenderly, and I shiver at the sensuous touch of our warm bodies.
My arms fold around him, and I let my hands slowly travel up and down his back. His skin feels smooth against my fingertips. I love this tender embrace, this calm opening act where we lazily explore each other’s mouths without a care in the world. Aren’t bad guys supposed to be more...untamed? Rugged even? I expected him to hoist me up against the wall and fuck me thoroughly in a roughly manner, which I wouldn’t have minded at all, but this, like his food, is mind blowing. I seriously need to rethink my view on tattooed guys. Who says they can’t be sweet? Maybe Josh made poor choices in his younger years due to circumstances, but there’s not a bad bone in his body.
And I’m raptured by his sweet and slightly rebellious nature.
His lips brush over my cheeks, my eyelids, and he nibbles my ear, making my skin erupt in goose bumps. My nipples harden, and it doesn’t escape his attention.
“You’re sensitive.”
“Hmm,” I mumble, quickly losing the ability to produce coherent sentences as I feel his rigid manhood pressing against my belly. I let my hand glide down his tight stomach, weave my fingers through bristly curls of hair, and then wrap them around his hard shaft.
“Yeah, baby, touch me,” he groans as he leans a bit to the side to give me space.
I move my hand up and down, stroking him slowly, while enjoying the texture of his warm skin against the palm of my hand. His mouth moves further down my body, and a moan slips from my lips when his tongue slides over my nipple, curls around it, while his hand strokes my other breast. His teeth tug softly at the hardened peaks, which has me arching my back.
He comes up again, kissing my mouth and pushing back my hair. “I wanna have your taste against the roof of my mouth,” he says in a low and husky voice.
“Josh?” I croak, searching for his eyes. Is he saying what I think he’s saying? It almost has me freaking out. What if he sees the scar? Of course he would see it!
“Let me, baby. I want you so bad.”
“Oh God...” I utter, feeling my cheeks burn as he kisses me all the way down, slowly and seductively, using lips and tongue. I’m trembling with anticipation, but then the kissing ceases at hip level. Shit! I hold my breath, waiting for his question, and tilt up my head when he keeps quiet.
“Keep breathing, baby,” he says softly while looking up. Our eyes meet for a brief moment, and then he continues his journey down as if nothing happened, but not before softly pressing a kiss onto the scarred tissue.
He spends some time kissing and licking my belly button, and I squeeze my eyes shut and drop my head back on the pillows, relieved.
Then I bolt upright with a gasp as his tongue swipes over me. Down. There. Holy shit!
Josh raises his hand and pushes my upper body back into the mattress as he further explores my sex. I clutch his head, aching with the need to push it away and draw it closer at the same time. “I want you inside me, Josh.”
“Be patient, sweetheart.” He sticks his tongue all the way inside me while his thumb draws slow circles over my clit. “I love how you taste.”
“Joshua...” My hands fist the sheets and my thighs start trembling as he brings me to the edge. Again.
“Not yet, Tess.” He tears his mouth away and hovers over me. I gaze into his big dark pupils with a dazed look. “God, I wanna bury myself in you.”
“Thank God,” I utter, making him smile as he grabs the foil packet. He takes out the condom and slides it down his straining erection, then climbs back on top of me. He wraps his hand around his cock and presses it against my opening, then pushes the head inside, eliciting a guttural moan from the backs of our throats.
He slides in deeper. “Tell me if I go too fast,” he whispers, “or if I hurt you.”
“No, you’re doing fine,” I say feverishly.
He leans in to kiss me, and I taste my own excitement on his lips.
And that is so arousing.
I wrap my legs around his waist as he inches himself forward, stretching me. I raise my hands and push my fingers through his hair, holding his gaze as he sinks in further. And then he’s inside me, all … the … way. My eyes roll back in my head as I moan in pleasure.
“You feel so good, baby. So fucking tight.”
He starts moving in an unhurried, leisurely pace, and my blood sings in my veins. I lift my hips, meeting each of his thrusts.
“This feels amazing,” I breathe. “I don’t understand why I never have sex.”
He smiles down on me. “Because you were waiting for a guy like me?”
“You definitely have a point there,” I reply, groaning as he increases the rhythm. “Love every part your body.”
When our breaths become hitched, he suddenly slips out of me, then sits upright on his knees. He grabs my wrists and pulls me up. “Come here, babe.”
I wrap my legs around him and he lifts me up, the cheeks of my butt in his hands. He lowers me onto his erection, filling me in one smooth movement without pausing. Oh, sweet mother of god...
He lifts me up and down his erection in a maddening speed, with labored breath, and I need to steady myself on his shoulders. My gaze wanders from his glancing flexing biceps to his face. And there it is; the heated lust, the untamed passion I craved to see in his eyes as he works up a sweat.
“God, you’re hot,” I utter, simply mesmerized.
“Back at ya,” he grunts, then says, “I’m so fucking close, Tess, I don’t think I can’t hold on any longer.”
“Then don’t,” I whisper while looking into his burning eyes. “Let go, Josh.”
“You first, baby.” His hand slides between our bodies and his fingers find my hot spot. It doesn’t take me long to reach a peak, and no matter how sweet and romantic we started out, my orgasm is by no means a slow tumble off that imaginary cliff. My nails dig into Josh’s wet skin, and his name rolls off my lips in a loud moan.
“Oh, baby,” he pants with heaving breath, “you’re making me come so fucking hard.”
A few moments later, he completely stiffens, stills underneath me, and then collapses with his head on my shoulder. “Teresa,” he sighs, then spasms, and I gently stroke his back as I press my mouth against the crown of his hair.
We remain in the same upright position for a long time. Josh’s face still nestles between my shoulder and neck, and I keep stroking his moist back as his breathing returns to normal. I could stay like this for the rest of the day, perfectly content with him holding me and our bodies joined, but, unfortunately, all good things must end, and he slips out of me. I can only moan in protest.
“Let me get rid of the condom,” he says gruffly.
I get comfortable in the pillows and stare at his impressive back and tight butt as he tosses the used condom into the trash can, wondering what he’ll do now since we both got what we wanted. I explore my own thoughts and conclude I don’t want him to leave, not yet anyway. I want to know what this was, because it felt too good to chalk it up as a one-time casual fuck.
He walks back to the bed with his expression even. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, and you?”
“I’m good.” His eyes trail over my body, and suddenly I feel the need to crawl underneath the duvet. “Look,” he says, pushing his hand through his disheveled hair. “I don’t want things to be awkward between us.”
“Me neither.”
“So, do you want me to lie down with you for a while, or would you like me to leave?”
That’s an interesting approach, but doesn’t reveal much of his thoughts, just that he’s attentive instead of an asshole who throws you aside right after sex, but maybe attentiveness is all he has to offer. “Why don’t you do what your heart or head tells you, Josh?”
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p; Our gazes are pinned to each other when he finally says, “What if my heart and head want different things?”
And now I’m dying to find out. “Then get out of your head and let your instinct guide you.”
He nods. “Why don’t you get under the sheets? You’re getting cold.”
I grab the duvet and pull it over my body. To my surprise, Josh gets in on the other side and slides his arm underneath me, so my head lies in the crook of his arm. He presses his soft lips to my left temple in the most tender way, and it makes me want to weep with joy. Jesus, I’m so hypersensitive lately. Get the hell over it! You just got your best lay ever, for crying out loud! I should be reveling in the after-climax glow, not crying my eyeballs out, because the man I just had sex with decided to stick around a little longer. But the bottom line is, I’ve been craving to be held by a pair of big strong arms. The multiple orgasms were just an added bonus.
“What happened to that guy in Spain?”
I tilt my head up. “What?”
“Stay down.” He carefully pushes my head back to his chest. “Earlier you said there was only one guy. What happened?”
Seriously, did I really mention Xavi to him? “Xavier is my ex-fiancé.”
Josh shifts his weight. “What?”
I sigh, then curse myself for dragging up this ugly thing from the past. Xavi isn’t even worth a footnote. “I met him when Felipe and I were living in Spain. We were together for about a year when he suddenly proposed to me.”
I hear Josh swallow. “And you said yes.”
“I did, but don’t know why in hindsight. I was in love with him, but I didn’t love him. Maybe I thought I did, but I was young and vulnerable.”
“How young?”
“Twenty-two.”
“How old are you now?”
His question makes me smile. It amazes me that two people can be so intimate without knowing each other’s basic information. “I’m twenty-seven. And you?”
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