Page 15 of vKissed By the Bartender

Even more beautiful than anything I could’ve imagined.

I want to run my fingers over every nook and every crevice, and I want to learn every scar and every dip of his body. My mouth turns dry when I see the hungry look in his eyes, and my body jerks at the need in his growl.

Fuck.

I don’t think I have ever wanted anyone as much as I want Joseph.

As much as I’ve always wanted him.

Just like in high school, Joseph can still make me feel like the I’m the only woman in the world, and I’m addicted to the feeling.

To him.

Joseph’s eyes move over my body, starting at the top of my head and ending with the tips of my toes. Everywhere he looks, goosebumps break out across my skin. I’m fervent and wild with need and feeling like I might burst into a million pieces.

He leaves me wanting more, and I’m impatient for him.

Now that I know the spicy sweet taste of him on my tongue, and the feel of his toned, muscular body against mine, I don’t want to know anything else.

I can’t.

All I can think about is him.

“Joseph.” I breath, cocking a finger in his direction. “What are you waiting for?”

“I’ve been waiting for you my whole life,” Joseph whispers, before covering the distance between us. He steps in front of the bed, and I barely have a chance to tilt my head back before he cups the back of my neck. His mouth is hot and searing, and it makes the blood roar in my ears.

Wave after wave of desire builds within me, and my stomach turns molten.

Joseph is a lot better than I imagined he would be.

And I have the feeling that I’m just scratching the surface with him.

Joseph growls into the kiss, and it sends another wave of desire slamming over me. I whimper and link my fingers over his neck. Then I wind my fingers through his hair, tugging on his scalp as I did. Without warning, he wrenches his lips away and presses hot, open-mouthed kisses down the side of my neck and over my jaw.

I am falling hard and fast, but I don’t care.

Because I know Joseph will be there to catch me.

I know this with every fibre in my being. Still I cling to him, rubbing myself against him, an unfamiliar yearning starting in the pit of my stomach. Joseph drops a hand between us and rubs me. Spots dance in my field of vision, and I feel like I’m about to explode.

He trails his finger back up to my chest and pushes my breasts together. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to do this?”

“As long as I have?”

Joseph dips his head and takes one nipple between his teeth. “Longer.”

I moan and throw my head back. “Oh, Joseph. Oh, God.”

He moves to the other nipple, and my vision turns white, and all I can see is him.

All I can feel is Joseph’s mouth on my nipples, and the molten hot desire pumping through me, making me feel like I am on fire.

Every last part of me burns for him.

Abruptly, Joseph releases my nipples and stakes a step back. He positions himself at my entrance and rubs himself against me. “I don’t want to rush into this.”

I rake my fingers over his back. “Please. I want to feel you inside of me.”

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