Page 38 of Mister Curb Appeal
Chapter Eighteen
LEXI
He rocks his hips, orgasm after orgasm rippling through me. This man has no bounds. He holds his weight off me, his hands either side of my head until he’s fucking me like the maniac he promised. In and out, in and out. I squeeze my eyes shut, wrapping my legs around him, encouraging him with my heels against his ass. He groans in response. Our bodies entwined, our panting and moans in sync. I think I may have died and gone to heaven.
“You’re so good at this,” I pant.
“It’s easy when I’m fucking a goddess.”
I squeeze my eyes closed, enjoying every single jolt of his hips hitting mine. The man is a machine. “I’m coming,” I cry.
“Let me hear you.” He grinds into me harder, making my eyes water and my breath catch in my throat.
“Oh, God!” I spiral, crying out in loud, indecipherable pants.
“Fuck, baby, can’t hold on. Holy mother of…” He stills, his eyes closing as mine pop open and I watch him fall apart. “Lexi!”
I’m making him do this.Me.I made Joshua Lucas fall apart at the seams and I can’t get enough. I’m literally in Josh heaven right now, and I may never want to come down.
He’s still on top of me a few minutes later. “I want to do that all again,” he mutters, dropping his weight onto me as I squeal. He laughs, lifting up a little. “What was that? Have you had enough already?”
I spank his ass. “Not nearly. There’s plenty of kitten left in me, big boy.”
“You may regret saying that after I’m done with you.”
I push on his chest, rolling him over while he’s still inside me. “What about when I’m done with you?”
He purses his lips, his hands resting behind his head, his biceps flexing.“Do your worst, Princess, but when you’re done, I get my turn all over again.”
“Greedy,” I muse.
He pulls me down so our lips touch. “You have no fucking clue.”
It’s late and we’ve been having an all-night sex marathon, one I hope never freaking ends because Joshua Lucas is something else. Not only does he know how to use that mouth and those deft fingers, but his dick is the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen. Man, can he move those hips. He also likes to snuggle; an added bonus I wasn’t counting on.
The wind is howling, the rain still drumming on the roof of the cabin, my cat is snuggled up on the end of the bed, and I’ve never felt so safe and secure. I don’t give a rat’s ass what’s going on outside, all that matters is what’s going on inside. The power even went off at some point during our sexcapade, but we didn’t care about that either.
My back to his front, his arms wrapped around me, he asks, “Are you warm enough?”
Swoon. Could this man be any more perfect?
I think back to all the things Melinda told me, not that I needed her confirmation that he’s a good guy, but coming from an ex? That’s pretty rare.
I smile to myself. “Yes, thank you.”
“I should get up and put some more wood on the fire so it doesn’t go out.”
“If that means you’re going to wander around naked, then I’ll second that notion.”
He chuckles, kissing the back of my head. “Be right back.”
He climbs out of bed and I watch as he crosses the room, buck naked, and I’m greeted with his bare ass as she wanders idly out to said fire. Holy crap, this man can’t be real.He fucking went down on me and enjoyed it!I mean, it was a given that I enjoyed it, but he seemed to be having just as much fun as me. It seems Joshua Lucas is a giver, not a taker.
He’s dirty, too; so freaking dirty. He also loves it when I tell him what I want, something I’m slowly getting used to. Maybe with a little more practice, we might be perfect. I snuggle into the comforter a little more. Happy and content aren’t two things I’m used to in life, and even if it’s only for the weekend – I’ll take it. Not that I don’t want Josh in my life. I do. But am I wrong to want more? Am I crazy for thinking that maybe, just maybe, this isn't just about a weekend of illicit sex and he could want more?
When he saunters back into the bedroom, my eyes feasting on his beautiful, toned body, the bed dips as he slides back into bed. I turn to face him. He smiles, pecking me on the lips.
“I think I could get used to you being in my bed,” he murmurs.
