“Yes, Sir, please let me come.”
“In a minute. I’m enjoying fucking this ass. You feel like electrified silk clamping down on my dick.” He pistoned inside her. His movements became less controlled as desire gripped him by the balls.
Josh drove her hips down to the floor. His body covered hers completely. And he pounded, taking her with an edge of violence.
“Come for me,” he ordered as the first fingers of his orgasm slammed into him.
And then her ass spasmed around his dick, clamping down until he wondered if his dick would be flattened. But it was all it took to tip him over the edge.
Josh buried his cock in her ass and came. His cock shot rope upon rope of semen, filling her clenching ass as he emptied his balls inside her. He collapsed on top of her in bliss. A sense of peace, of rightness, filled him. She really had been crafted with him in mind.
He pressed a tender kiss against her shoulder before he withdrew and rolled off her onto the floor.
He glanced her way. Ecstasy painted every line of her body. And he understood that she was it for him. Perhaps that’s why her denial had rubbed him the wrong way so much. Because there had been a part of him that knew, on a fundamental level, that she was meant for him.
“Come on. Let’s get cleaned up and go shopping.” He stood first and scooped her up into his arms. She snuggled against his chest as he carried her up to his bathroom.
And in that moment, he knew he would never let her go. He would fight anyone who tried to take her from him, including her.
13
After her second shower of the day, she dressed in last night’s clothes.
Had it really only been last night? It felt longer. Like they had been together for years instead of hours. And the way Josh talked about their relationship, he acted as if it was a forgone conclusion they were going to be together for the long haul.
Lexi didn’t know how to feel about it. She wanted him. When she thought about just how much she wanted him, it staggered her. It also terrified her because she wasn’t convinced he wouldn’t drop her like a hot potato the moment someone else came along.
And she knew she was projecting.
But after a lifetime of fighting to be seen and heard for who she was and not who others wished she was, she couldn’t help but be skeptical.
She checked her phone, noting the low battery, and had a text from her sister.
Lisa: You didn’t come home last night. Just want to make sure you’re alive and don’t need bail money.
Lexi rolled her eyes. She’d never been arrested, but the way Lisa acted, she expected her to call her from jail at any moment.
Lexi: This is my proof of life. Don’t need bail money. Crashed at a friend’s house. Won’t be home tonight either.
And shoved the phone into her pocket. She didn’t even have a purse with her.
“Ready?” Josh stood in the doorway to the bedroom in jeans and an ivory sweater. Which shouldn’t be hot.
But god, look at him, his inky hair tousled, the ends slightly curled. He hadn’t shaved, and the shadow beard really worked on him. It framed his full lips to perfection.
She headed over to him, putting a little sway into her walk to draw his gaze. And yeah, she was tugging the tiger’s tail. But she really didn’t want to go shopping. A part of her would almost rather he drop her off at home at zero dark thirty so she could grab her clothes. Although she realized he was going to do what he wanted, whether she agreed or not.
But she waltzed right up to him and cupped his cheek. “I like this. You should grow it out like this more often.”
A dark, seductive grin split his face. “Is that right? Well, if you’re a good girl, I might do just that.”
“I’m always good. I just won’t allow myself to be pushed around or taken advantage of. If people don’t like my boundaries, that’s not my problem.”
“Do you think I’m taking advantage of you?”
How to answer without offending him. “You’re not taking advantage of me.”
“But?”