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“So your plan is to torture me instead?” she asked with one of those adorable pouts.
Nipping at that plump bottom lip of hers, he shook his head. “You're the one being unreasonable here. I'm offering you as many orgasms as I can ring out of you, and you're arguing with me.”
Sex really was a bad idea for both of them, but in this moment he just didn't care. What was a little physical pain when he could sink inside Chelsea’s tight heat, joining his body to hers, and finding the peace he’d thought was unattainable?
Teasing her entrance by slipping his finger in as deep as he could with the cotton of her panties still in the way, he pressedhis thumb against her bundle of nerves and circled it a couple of times.
“You really going to argue with me, Chels?”
Hips rocking against his fingers, her hands came up to grab onto his shoulders, and he knew from the arousal burning brightly in her eyes what she was going to say before she even opened her mouth.
May 20th
6:08 P.M.
How could she possibly say no when Josiah was touching her like that?
How could she do anything but whimper and lean into his touch, try to get more of it?
A low chuckle rumbled through his chest, and his breath was warm against her lips. “So what’s it going to be, Chels?” he asked, his thumb pressed harder against her bud, and she moaned, her hips pressing forward, silently begging him for more.
As badly as she craved sex, after all, she’d been the one to ask for it, she didn't want him trying to do all the work, didn't want him trying to prioritize her lack of pain over his.
But he wasn't budging, and he was currently trying to drive her crazy with these featherlight touches. They weren't enough to get her off, just to make her desperate for him. Not that he needed to work very hard for that because she was always desperate for his touch.
“Be careful,” she murmured, her fingers tightening on his shoulders.
“You’ll tell me if the pain gets to be too much,” he shot back, an order not a question, and she nodded only because she knew if she didn't, he wasn't going to take things any further than this.
And that was unacceptable.
“Say it,” he commanded as he pressed the finger just inside her deeper, and she was surprised he didn't rip her panties.
A shiver rocketed through her as she remembered how he’d ripped them off her when they were back at the mansion, the day they’d seen Maple bound and gagged. That had been surprisingly sexy, even if it had left her with a few red marks.
Marks faded, but memories lasted forever.
“I’ll tell you,” she agreed, all but writhing against him now. Magic fingers. It was the only way she could describe them, and they weren't even directly touching her. Darn panties.
Grabbing her hips, he lifted her. She expected him to let her hook her legs around his hips, maybe grind herself against the bulge in his pants, definitely press her lips to his and kiss him until she couldn’t breathe.
But he didn't hold her like that. Instead, he shifted her until she was cradled in his arms. There was desire in his eyes as he looked down at her, there absolutely was, but there was so much more than that. Tenderness, affection, love.
This wasn't going to be sex, it was going to be making love.
Carrying her through the apartment and into the master bedroom, she couldn’t stop a gasp as she took in the stunning room. The furnishings were a little less modern than the living room had been, and the giant, king-size four-poster bed positioned so it got the best of the view from the floor-to-ceiling, wall-to-wall windows was the perfect place to christen their new home.
Setting her down on her feet, Josiah’s fingertips left a trail of fire everywhere they touched, and that seemed to be everywhere at once. Her tank top disappeared, and since wearing a bra hadbeen too painful for her broken ribs, her breasts were bared to him. Dark black and blue bruises marred her left breast, and the desire in his eyes dimmed a little as he touched the softest of kisses to her damaged skin.
Then he took her other breast into his mouth, sucking hard and making her shiver.
He dragged his teeth along her pebbled nipple before releasing it and shooting her the sexiest smile she’d ever seen. It quite literally made her weak at the knees, but his hands were there, guiding her skirt and panties down her legs, then helping her step out of them.
Scooping her up once again, he laid her out on the bed, his gaze devouring her as it scanned her from head to toe. Then he was stripped out of his own clothes, leaving them scattered about on the polished wooden floorboards, and joined her on the bed.
Instead of stretching out above her, he lay beside her, his fingers skimming her stomach, drifting ever lower. It took all her control not to rush him, grab his hand, and put it where she wanted it, but this was about enjoying one another, not just getting an earth-shattering orgasm.
Not that she didn't want that earth-shattering orgasm, but it came when it came.
