Page 65 of Consummation

I throw my leg over Josh’s hip and slip his full length inside me and ride him slowly, reaching between my legs to feel him slipping in and out of me as I do, and in no time at all, Josh’s lips find my neck, his warm hands find my breasts and belly and hips and clit, his tongue slips inside my moaning mouth, and his movement inside me deepens and intensifies. And all the while, the Plain White T’s sing those three little words repeatedly, telling Josh exactly how I feel—and more importantly, instructing him there’s only one thing to do: say “I love you.”

“Kat,” Josh breathes. “I missed you.”

Not the words I’m hoping for, but this feels so damned good, I don’t even care. I gyrate my hips passionately, coaxing Josh to his release, but, much to my surprise, Josh pulls out of me, pushes me onto my back, and begins pleasuring me in every conceivable way. He kisses my breasts and neck and face and runs his hands over my thighs and sucks on my fingers and toes and kisses my inner thighs, and, finally, laps at me with his warm, wet tongue, licking my clit with particular fervor. A warm and delicious orgasm rolls through me, almost lazily, like it’s taking its time on a quiet Sunday afternoon. Finally, Josh slips inside me again and gyrates on top of me until he comes, too, just as the Plain White T’s are telling him, as explicitly as song lyrics can possibly do, it’s time for him to freaking tell me he loves me already.

When we’re done, we lie nose to nose for a long moment, stroking each other’s warm skin in the dark.

“Did you choose this song or was it the next song on your playlist?” he asks.

“I chose it. Because of its lyrics. Specifically. For you.”

There’s a beat.

Josh takes a deep breath. “I love you, Kat.”

Every hair on my body stands on end. Thank you, Baby Jesus in the Manger.

“I love you more than the air I breathe,” Josh continues. “More than life itself. I love you so, so much, Kat.” He lets out a shaky breath. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

Thank you, God. I throw my arms around Josh’s neck and kiss the hell out of him. “I love you, too,” I blurt. “I love you, Josh. Oh my God. I love you, I love you, I love you.”

Josh clutches me fiercely. “I love you with all my heart and soul, Kat.”

“I love you to the moon and back again,” I say.

Josh is trembling, covering my face and neck with kisses. “I love you more than I knew was even possible,” he says.

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” I reply.

“No one’s ever said those words to me before,” he whispers. “Thank you. Oh my God, thank you.”

“What?” I say, but my words are muffled by his furious lips.

“I love you,” he says, over and over, kissing me without reprieve.

I laugh and cry at the same time, I’m so completely flooded with joy. “I can’t live without you,” I murmur into his lips. “I can’t breathe without you. I can’t—”

Josh pulls away from kissing me. “Move in with me, Kat,” he blurts.

My heart leaps. I don’t even need to think about it. “Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes.”

He kisses me voraciously, yet again.

Damn, I wish I could see Josh’s beautiful blue eyes right now, but the room is too dark. “Are you sure?” I ask, and immediately regret it. Why am I giving Josh a chance to worm out of his offer? Stupid Kat!

But my worry is for nothing—Josh thrills me with his immediate and confident reply: “I’m sure,” he says. “I can’t live without you. I love you more than life itself.”

I exhale and hug him fervently. “I love you,” I gasp. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

“I can’t stand being away from you,” he says. “I want to sleep with you every night. I want to wake up to the sight of you every morning. I want to take care of you—to make all your dreams come true.”

“Oh my God. I’m gonna explode,” I say, tears rising in my eyes.

“When can you move in?”

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