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“You’re wearing my shorts... my shirt.” He’d switched from pissed to processing in a record amount of time, and I waited for the next wave of emotion. “You wear them a lot.”
“They’re my favorite thing to sleep in.” I shook my head and turned toward the hallway. “I’m getting you a towel.”
His hand landed on my shoulder, turning me back toward him. I looked into his eyes, hoping and not hoping, wondering what I was even still hoping for in the first place. Telling him had been hard, but this was harder. The rejection sucked but to come to my place and do it all over again was simply downright cruel. I may have messed up, but I sure didn’t deserve that.
Then he kissed me. Softly at first, testing it out. My knees buckled, and his strong arm wrapped around my waist to keep me from hitting the carpet. My hands gripped his wet jacket.
I followed his lead, letting him realize this was right. His tongue caressed my lips, asking for an invite, and I readily opened to him. If the soft kiss made my knees buckle, the slow, intensity of his possessive kissing completely liquidized them. He backed me against the wall, trapping me with his strong frame and using it to keep me from slipping to the floor.
He tugged his jacket off, ripping it from my grasp. I felt his heaving chest under his shirt, the pace of his breath matching my own. I lifted onto my toes to press myself against him, needing to feel all of him. His fingers dug into my hips, then his hands slid up my shirt and onto my bare skin. The contact made me shiver, and I needed more.
This was happening.
I lifted my arms as his fingers slowly glided upwards. He broke our kiss only long enough for the fabric to pass over my head and not long enough for me to ask if he really wanted this. Did he want me long term? Or was I just another notch?
Truth be told, I didn’t care about the answer in that moment. I loved him, and I wanted nothing more than to show him how much. Even if it was the one and only time.
I reached for the hem of his shirt, pausing only long enough for him to lean back with a questioning look as to why I stopped. His eyes said everything I needed to know. He wanted this as much as I did. I pulled his shirt up, exposing the perfect pecs and abs I’d seen a million times but had never had the pleasure of touching.
My hands drifted over every curve of his muscles, over his chest, and up around his neck. Then I pulled him back to me. My fingers dug into his skin, and I knew this time we weren’t going to be gentle.
I kissed him like he was the only person in the universe who could quench this thirst.
Best part? He kissed me back the same way.
Chapter 7
Evan
Her skin was so soft, so smooth, so damn hot. I had to taste every bit of it. But her lips. Thank God in heaven for making her lips this perfect. Her sweet peppermint taste was something I could never get enough of.
Then her shirt was off, and her tits were free in front of me, begging for my attention. My dick had never been so hard, straining toward her like it knew where it belonged. They weren’t small either. All of these years and I’d never noticed Josie was stacked with the most luscious tits I’d ever seen. I wanted to cup them, squeeze them, kiss them, suck them until she moaned my name.
Her fingernails scratched me deliciously when she took my shirt off. I got lost in her eyes, in the desire I saw there. The need, and the love. She loved me.
This I didn’t need to process. I knew what I wanted. I knew what she wanted. Tonight, we were both getting it. What happened after, we’d deal.
She pulled me back to her, and fuck if I didn’t almost lose control right then when her tongue dove in to meet mine. I’d been gentle, making sure this was everything she wanted, trying to ensure we savored every minute.
That shit was done.
I grabbed Jocelyn’s ass, lifting her off the ground, and her legs instantly wrapped around my waist. I knew she could feel how hard I was, especially after she wiggled against my cock on the way down the hall.
The moan that escaped her throat sent my body into overdrive. Damn, that was the sexiest sound I’d ever heard. I loved it. I fucking loved it. And I wanted more of it. Now.
I carried her to the bedroom. It wasn’t hard to find. I knew the way. I’d slept in there with her when we’d both been too drunk to drive. I’d woken up with her in my arms, and I always loved that, too. She fit so perfectly.
My knees hit the bed, and I fell on top of her with an oomph. She kept her legs around me, and I was positioned in the perfect spot to satisfy both of us—if we weren’t wearing clothes. Jesus, I needed to feel her come apart around my cock.
“Jocelyn,” I said against her mouth.
“Keep going,” she pleaded, and if that desperation in her voice didn’t make my dick twitch, nothing else would. “Please.”
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” I said, my fingers at the edge of her shorts.
She lifted her hips, and I teased the skin along the waistline. God, I didn’t think I could get enough of her mouth, but there was so much more to explore.
My lips moved down her neck, trailing kisses. Jocelyn groaned, her hands in my hair. I sucked a nipple between my lips, flattening it to the roof of my mouth. Jocelyn squirmed beneath me, her hot body impatient with need. I switched to her other nipple, sucking hard and nipping at the bud.
