Page 62 of Dream (Fighting Fate)

Climbing out of bed, I pulled a shirt out of the top drawer and turned to pass it to her, freezing when I saw her sitting on edge of the bed, facing away from me. She’d already stripped off her dress and was in the process of removing her bra.

My mind quickly went through a string of curse words, the most predominant being, motherfucking shit. I considered tossing the shirt to her—my conscience told me that was the right thing to do—but my body refused to cooperate. Instead, I began walking around the bed, my hand clutching the shirt until the veins in my arm were straining.

She blinked up at me with surprise as I moved in front of her, but she didn’t make a move to cover herself. My throat tightened as I gazed down at her. I’d known her boobs were amazing since the first time I’d seen her in her bikini, but naked? They did things to me I didn’t know were possible. My hand strained, my head telling it to pass her the shirt, but again, it wouldn’t comply. I just continued to stare at her. My gaze raked over her chest, her shoulders, her throat, her hair.

“Josh,” she whispered.

The need in her voice was more than I could handle. Dropping the shirt onto the bed beside her, I thrust my fingers into her hair, cupping the back of her head as she dropped it back to look up at me, and I kissed her, hard.

It was just like that day we’d been in the shower. I had no control. I needed her so bad it hurt. Pushing her until she was lying back on the bed, I crawled over the top of her and devoured her mouth. Somewhere in the back of my head, I told myself to slow it down, to control myself, but I was too far gone. She tasted fucking incredible, and knowing her bare chest was right there for me to touch and taste was more than I could contain.

Liv moaned into my mouth, her back arching, making her chest rise as though she was trying to press it to mine. Her hands clutched at me, her fingernails digging into my back, sending pinpricks of pleasure through every part of me.

Moving my kisses down her jaw, I licked the little hollow near her ear, sucking on her lobe, before drawing my lips down the column of her throat, licking and tasting every part I could reach. I was crazed for her. I’d never wanted to consume so much of someone before. The need was so strong it felt like an addiction.

Her breaths grew deeper and shorter, the sounds of her moans almost taking me past breaking point. I moved lower, kissing her collarbones, relishing the combined smell and taste of her skin as they blinded my senses. Her hands skimmed over my shoulder blades, pressing and pulling, clenching my neck and gripping my hair.

As I neared her breasts, the sounds she made grew more desperate. Her fingers tensed. Her back arched higher. And her chest rose, needy and wanting.

And all I could think was, fuck. I’d never wanted this more than I did right now. Sliding one hand under the small of her back, I pulled her firmly upwards, so her body was touching as much of mine as it could. Then I drew my tongue over her nipple, the combination of her fingers gripping my hair and her gasp driving my need higher.

“Oh God, Josh,” she whimpered. “I need you. Please—”

If I thought I still had any control left in me, it disappeared with those words. Lowering my body to her side, with one leg still between hers, I crushed my mouth to hers again, sliding my tongue against hers. With my one free hand, I cupped the side of her neck, slowing stroking her skin, moving lower and lower until my thumb was brushing over her nipple.

Using all my strength, I tried to keep it there for a while, bring myself back down to some place that would help me see reason, but when she started squirming and pushing herself against me, I admitted defeat and let my hand roam lower again. As my fingers slid under the band of her underwear, I paused, giving her a chance to stop me, but instead of the sudden shutdown I’d been expecting, she opened her legs farther and thrust herself against me.

“Fuck, Liv. We need to stop, baby,” I grunted, not even sure how I managed to get the words out.

Liv’s head thrashed from side to side. “Please don’t stop.”

Motherfucking hell.

Thrusting my fingers between her legs, I stroked them over her folds, groaning when I felt how wet she was. She thrust against me again, whimpering with need. She was insane with it. And I needed to fix it.

Sliding a finger inside her, I sealed my mouth over hers and mimicked my movements with my tongue, quickly growing faster and faster. Then I added another finger, crooking it inside her, massaging her G spot as my thumb rubbed over her clit. Her body tightened, her fingers straining and pelvis rocking. And then she was falling apart.

Tearing her mouth away from mine, she cried out, throwing her head back as her legs clamped around my hand. It was the sexiest fucking thing I’d witnessed. Ever.

With soft, gentle movements, I touched her, watching her, until she came back down, then I carefully withdrew my hand and kissed her, long and slow. When her eyes cleared and she blinked up at me, her cheeks beautiful and pink, I stood, helping her sit back up again, and I took my shirt and slid it over her head.

She didn’t say a word as I climbed back into bed, pulling her into me and throwing the covers over the top of us. I was more worked up than I’d ever been, but I’d already gone too far with her. I didn’t deserve to even hope for a release.

“Goodnight, beautiful,” I whispered, kissing her forehead.

“Goodnight, Josh.”

I didn’t need to think about it to know I was fucked. It was quite apparent.

Chapter 37

Olivia

It was a Tuesday morning when reality finally started catching up with me and I thought I may have made a mistake. Of course, I’d already came to the realization that the end of the summer was going to be sad in some way, but with only a week to go until Josh left, the enormity of what I’d set myself up for was starting to sink in. And it scared me.

As I sat at the kitchen counter, staring into my cereal bowl, I tried to work out how I could best get through it without falling apart. I’d heard of people using their painful experiences to make them stronger, so all I needed to do was to look for the lesson in it all, right? Or was I just supposed to remember the good parts and use them to soothe the bad? I didn’t know.

A sigh met my ears a second before a hand closed over mine, pausing the circular patterns I’d been making in the milk with my spoon. Looking up, I met Aunt Jenny’s concerned gaze. “What’s wrong, precious?” she asked.

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