Page 58 of Cupcake of the Month
She let go of the dress and it slid down her body, baring herself to his hungry gaze. The fabric pooled at her ankles, leaving her in panties and heels.
Josh groaned. “The door better be locked and your phone on mute, Jordan. Because no fucking way am I going to let anything interrupt us tonight.”
She shivered, the anticipation already making her wet. “Got a condom?”
Panic crossed his face. “Shit. No.” He reached for a shirt. “Don’t go anywhere. There has to be a twenty-four hour pharmacy around here somewhere.”
She gave him a small push so he stumbled backward to the bed and straddled his lap. When he was snug against her wet heat, she rocked a few times, feeling him get impossibly hard against her.
She leaned down and whispered in her ear. “Don’t go anywhere.”
Immediately his arms came around her. “You’re not leaving.”
She nipped his ear. “I have condoms in my room.”
His hand snaked through the hair at the nape of her neck and he plundered her mouth. He pulled away slightly and spoke against her lips, his voice low and husky. “I’m already ready for you. Go. Now.”
She stepped over her dress and sprinted to her room, his touch lingering on her skin. She grabbed the foil packs from her nightstand, and rushed back. Josh had taken off his jeans and stood there in tight cotton boxer briefs outlining the hardened bulge.
“I thought it only fair,” he said when he caught her looking.
“Fairness is very important.” She tossed the condoms on the table by the small bed.
He reached for her and brought her mouth to his. His kiss was soft, an exploration.
Screw that. Tonight there was no room for gentleness. She’d waited eight years.
She grasped the nape of his neck and responded to his kiss with heady pressure. A noise sounded from the back of his throat and he drew her lip into his mouth with a small bite that spiked pleasurable pain.
Now that was more like it. A low moan escaped her throat.
She scored his neck with her teeth, enjoying his hiss of breath, and trailed her hands over the lean muscles of his belly. One finger traced the path of fine hairs that led under his briefs, but she stopped at the elastic. She started to bend, to lick his chest and follow the path of her hands, but he gripped her hair and pulled her head back. Flashes of heat went straight to her core.
“Me first,” he said, and drew her breast into his mouth.
She cried out when he sucked her nipple. Her legs went to jelly and he lowered himself to the bed, taking her with him. Soon she found herself straddling him again, her breasts at a perfect height for his hot, hungry mouth. One arm circled her waist, keeping her locked against him.
She threaded her fingers through his soft hair, pressing him harder into her body, keeping her braced wrist resting on his shoulder. His hand cupped her other breast, kneading the soft flesh, and ran his thumb over her nipple. Heat throbbed between her legs, and she inhaled sharply.
And rocked her hips against his hardening erection.
A guttural groan emanated from the back of his throat, but he merely shifted his attention to her other breast, continuing the torture going with his mouth and hand. The friction of theirbodies kept the primitive need between them.
He released her breast, then blew on it. The cool air hardened her already sensitive nipple and she ground against him even more.
“Kiss me,” she demanded.
He complied, thrusting his tongue to stroke hers while she teased and sucked his in return. Her mind swirled with pleasure. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so completely and thoroughly kissed.
“More.” He tugged at the elastic of her panties and she slid off the bed to remove them. With one motion, he hooked his thumbs into the elastic and yanked them down to her feet. He pressed a kiss on the strawberry birthmark under her breast.
Her mind flitted to That Night when he had last lavished attention on that mark, and she swallowed. There were no promises between them, she knew that. She accepted that. But she couldn’t stop the small part of her that craved something more, something meaningful between them.
He pulled their bodies together before she could remove her shoes. “I’m getting naked.” His voice tickled her ear and she shivered. “And then I’m taking you. Hard. God, Jordan. I’ve waited too long to have you to be gentle.”
Her breath caught in her throat and she nodded, unable to speak. To know he felt this, too, that he was affected by her as she was by him, even if it was ony lust. Her body didn’t care, and her mind was in complete agreement.
A thought struck her and she gave a half snort. He couldn’t sneak away from her during the night. They would be in his bed.
