Page 45 of Loving Josy
"Maybe," I admit, grinning as I pull my hand back, even though every fiber of me wants to keep it there forever. "But you love it."
Her smile widens, and for the first time tonight, I feel like I might actually be winning.
“Yeah, I do.” Her voice softens, but then she glances at the clock on the wall and lets out a small sigh. “I think it’s getting late, and I’m feeling a bit tired.”
I catch the hint, even though it’s the last thing I want to hear. “Of course,” I say with a nod, already moving to gather the cards and chips scattered across the table. As I pack the game away, I find myself moving slower than usual. A part of me hopes she’ll change her mind and ask me to stay longer.
The truth is, I don’t want to leave.
I want to keep talking with her, hearing her laugh, and seeing her smile. I want to hold her, kiss her, and tell her how much I want her—not just tonight, but every night. My chest tightens as my thoughts spiral to places I can’t stop myself from going. I want to feel her body pressed against mine, her soft skin under my hands, my mouth exploring every inch of her. I want to see her naked and worship her body with my tongue, fingers, and cock. I want to hear her breath hitch and her voice tremble as I eat her pussy and I want to feel how she squeezes my dick as I make her climax. I want to make her mine in every possible way, to worship her with everything I have, until there’s no doubt left in her mind how much she means to me.
But that’s not something I can just take. It’s something she has to let me give.
I snap the lid onto the game box and walk it over to the cabinet while Josy gathers the cups and the remnants of the cheese board to bring into the kitchen. Watching her as she moves, the soft sway of her hips in her pajama pants, the delicate way her hands move over the dishes—it’s enough to drive me to the edge of my sanity. I set the game on the shelf and follow her into the kitchen, drawn to her like a moth to a flame.
She’s at the sink, washing the cups with her back to me. The soft light above the counter casts a golden glow over her hair, and I’m struck by how easily she makes this feel like home.
Something primal stirs in me, an intense pull I can’t ignore. Without overthinking it, I step closer, my body moving on instinct.
I come up behind her, letting my chest brush her back as I close the space between us. The faint scent of vanilla and something uniquelyherfills my senses, and it’s intoxicating. My hands plant themselves on either side of her, resting on the edge of the counter, caging her in. She freezes, her hands pausing mid-wash, and I can feel the tension radiating from her.
“Josy,” I murmur, my voice low, almost a whisper. Leaning down, I let my nose skim along the curve of her neck, breathing her in. Her skin is warm, and the faintest shiver runs through her.
Her breathing changes—quicker, shallower—but she doesn’t move away. If anything, she leans slightly into me, and that small movement sends a jolt of desire straight through my cock. My lips hover near her ear as my resolve wavers, every nerve in my body screaming for more.
“You drive me crazy, you know that?” I whisper, my voice rough with the weight of everything I want to say but can’t.
Her hands slowly lower to the counter, her body softening just enough for me to feel the shift. I wait, my heart hammering, unsure if she’s about to pull away or let me in. Either way, I know I’m teetering on the edge of something I can’t undo.
“You drive me crazy too.” Her voice is trembling yet steady, as if it’s taken her all night to admit it.
That’s all the encouragement I need. I lean in, skimming the other side of her neck, but this time I let my teeth nip softly at her skin. The taste of her makes my pulse race. My hands move on their own, sliding down her sides, caressing her curves like they were made for my touch. My fingers hesitate at her waist before drifting lower, finding the soft swell of her baby bump. I pause there for a moment, overwhelmed by a new, protective tenderness mixed with the unrelenting pull of desire.
Then I let my hands trail farther, dipping beneath the elastic of her pajama pants.
Her breathing turns erratic, matching the wild beat of my heart. “I want you, Josy,” I growl in her ear, low and raw, unable to hold back the truth any longer. I turn her to face me, my hands guiding her until she’s pressed against me, and our mouths collide in a kiss so consuming, it steals the breath from my lungs. One hand cradles her face, the other splays across her back, pulling her as close as humanly possible.
Every thought, every sensation narrows to the feel of her lips, the way they part under mine, the way her hands grip my shirt like she’s afraid to let go. Her taste, her scent, her everything—it consumes me.
My hand trails down her throat, grazing the swell of her breasts through the fabric of her pajamas. She moans into my mouth as I squeeze one gently, the sound shooting straight through my dick like a bolt of electricity. I deepen the kiss, sliding my hand lower, hooking my fingers into her waistband.In one fluid motion, I push her pants down, leaving her bare from the waist down.
I grab her by her hips and lift her onto the counter, her skin warm beneath my hands. The memory of the first time we were like this flashes in my mind, and for a brief moment, I pull back, locking eyes with her. Her wild, dark gaze holds me captive, her swollen lips beckoning me back. I lean in again, claiming her mouth, drowning out her moans with each kiss.
My hands glide over her thighs, spreading them apart to make room for me. I fit myself between her legs, tugging on her bottom lip with my teeth before moving to her ear, my lips brushing against the delicate shell. “You want this to stop?” I whisper, my voice hoarse with need.
“No.” She shakes her head, her answer immediate and firm.
That’s all I need to hear. I thread my fingers through her hair, pulling the band free and letting her curls fall around her face. She’s breathtaking, every part of her. Josy tugs at my shirt, dragging me back to her mouth with a force that makes me groan.
I let my hand drift lower, between her thighs, stroking her softly. “Now would be a good time to tell me to stop,” I murmur against her lips, though I already know her answer.
Her body arches into me, and she gasps, her eyes fluttering shut. “Don’t stop,” she whispers.
I slide my fingers against her, finding her slick and ready, and a low groan escapes me.
“Fuck, Josy. You’re soaking wet.” My thumb brushes her clit, and the way her body jerks in response nearly undoes me.
Her breathing quickens, her hips moving in rhythm with my touch. Her gasps turn into soft whimpers, each one driving me closer to the edge. “You’re right there, aren’t you, sweetheart?” I whisper.
