Page 98 of Revelation

KAT

“Wow. Katherine Ulla Morgan’s finally gonna be in my bed,” Josh says gleefully. “Glory be.”

I giggle, peel off my clothes, and crawl into Josh’s luxurious bed, my skin on fire. “Hurry up, Joshua William Faraday. Don’t keep Katherine Ulla Morgan waiting.”

“I’ll be right there. Just getting some music cued up.” He glances at me from across the room, his blue eyes smoldering. “Another one from James Bay. I can’t get enough of this album.”

As the song starts playing, Josh joins me in bed, his erection straining as he crawls over me—and in a flash, his warm skin is covering mine.

“Hey, gorgeous,” he says softly, his muscles bulging as he rests his forearms on either side of my head. “Welcome to my bed.”

“Thank you. It’s a pleasure to be here.”

The song is swirling around us, filling the room with words that seem to have been written especially for us—especially for this moment. Did Josh select this song as some sort of coded message to me—or is it just coincidental that James Bay is singing to us to “Let It Go” and reveal our truest selves to each other?

“I love it,” I murmur as Josh’s lips gently press into mine.

He moans his agreement into my mouth. “Me, too.”

Goose bumps erupt all over my body. These words are making my heart pang.

Josh raises my arms above my head, pins my wrists together with one of his large palms, and proceeds to slowly kiss and touch his way down my arms all the way down to my mouth, where he sucks my lower lips and teases me mercilessly for a while with tender kisses, until finallyleaving my mouth for my breasts. Oh God, I’m already writhing with pleasure and we’re just getting started. His lips leave my breasts and trail down to my belly, where he swirls my belly ring in his mouth, and then moves on to laying soft kisses on my hip bone and pelvis.

“You smell so good,” he breathes. “I’m rock hard for you.”

I’m on fire.

When his lips finally move to the sensitive folds between my legs, I let out a long, low moan, already on the cusp of climax, and when his tongue finds my clit, I grip the sheet and arch my back, my body clenching and releasing forcefully.

“You’re amazing, baby,” he says, his mouth lapping at me. “I love the way you get off.”

When my orgasm subsides, he works his way back up my body, kissing, sucking, caressing, massaging, and licking me into a frenzy.

I’m enraptured.

His face is suddenly in mine. Oh God, I could stare into those blue eyes forever. The room is spinning. He cups my cheek in his palm and presses his warm skin into the full length of my body. “I can’t get enough of you, baby,” he says.

“I’m addicted, Josh,” I reply. “I’m totally addicted to you.”

He slides his fingertips between my legs, brushing my wetness gently until I’m squirming and yelping with arousal, and I return the favor, touching him exactly the way he’s touching me—adoringly. We kiss and kiss, caressing each other gently as we do, until both of us are trembling and making sounds of extreme arousal.

I feel transported. I can’t think. I can onlywant.I wrap my legs around him, pressing my body into his. “Please,” I breathe. I’m trembling with desire. “Please. I want you, Josh. Please.” I’m using a phrase I’ve used with him before: I want you. But this time I mean it in a new way. This time, I’m telling him the bare truth: I wanthim, not just sexually. I want him to be mine in every way. I’ve never ached like this before. My heart hurts. “I want you, Josh,” I say again. “I want you so much it hurts.” Oh my God, I feel like crying, I want him to be mine so, so much.

“I’m all yours,” he says. He parts my legs and slides his hardness inside me, burying his shaft deep inside me, kissing me deeply as he does, stroking my hair, sucking on my lower lip again, thrusting his body slowly in and out of mine—and all of it as “Let It Go” continues to swirl around us.

I caress his ass and dig my fingers into him and he responds by thrusting passionately into me. “Why do you always feel so fuckinggood?” he asks, his voice strained.

“Josh,” I breathe. But that’s all I can manage. I’m feeling too overwhelmed to say more. With each thrust of his body, each time his chest rubs against mine, each touch of his lips, my heart feels like it’s physically reaching outside of my chest to join with his.

Sex with Josh has never been like this before. He’s fucked my brains out many times, made me literally pass out with pleasure, but this feels different. It doesn’t feel so much like he’sfuckingme, it feels more like he’s... what was that word he used when he talked about the way Jonas loves? It feels like he’sworshippingme.

I’ve no sooner had the thought than I’m jolted with a palpable electric current. Holy hell, it’s like someone flipped a switch on our mutual circuit breaker.

“What the fuck?” Josh says softly, his body moving with mine.

Oh my God. He feels it, too?

“Whatisthat?” he asks, his voice ragged.

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