“Want a tour?” he asks, taking my hand when I nod and leading me into the house. We wander around, exploring each room. I can feel the joy radiating off him as he shows me the place he grew up in and shares little anecdotes along the way.
“I can’t help but notice you’re yet to show me the bedroom,” I tease, leaning against him when we pause in the hallway.
He circles his arms around my waist and grins down at me. “I’m saving the best to last,” he says, his eyes flicking to the closed door at the end of the hall.
“Why am I suddenly picturing you sneaking all the pretty girls in town into your room while your parents were sleeping? I’ll bet you were a real stud in high school. The girls probably couldn’t get enough of you.”
“Flick, I used to share a room with my brother, and I haven’t had a relationship since before my father passed.”
I look up at him and narrow my eyes slightly. “Are you trying to tell me I’m the first girl you’ve brought home?”
He grins. “First woman,” he says. “I don’t date girls.”
“Why is that so hot?” I whisper, the sudden urge to do very dirty things to him lighting up my veins.
“I’ve got no idea. But honestly, all you have to do is look at me and I’m hard. So…”
I bite my lip and look into his eyes, grinning as I allow my hand to slide between us and cup his hard length through his pants. “So hard.”
“Always for you, flick.”
”Farm boy,” I whisper, leaning in and gently sucking the slightly stubbled skin under his jaw.
“Hmmm?”
“I want to christen your hallway.”
“By fucking in it?”
I shake my head and reach between us. “By giving you head in it.”
“Fuck, flick.” He groans and grabs my hands, moving me back just far enough for me to drop to my knees where I make a show of looking up at him while I reach for his jeans and slowly unzip him, releasing his cock from the denim confines and stroking his hard length.
When I lean in and take him in my mouth, he leans against the wall in an effort to stay upright, swearing softly as my tongue circles his tip before I swallow down his length hungrily.
“Fuck that feels good,” he gasps, barely holding on as I move faster and stroke harder, swirling my tongue around his tip and teasing him until he can’t take it anymore. He grabs the back of my head and surges forward one last time as he finds his release.
I swallow every drop.
After he catches his breath, he pulls me back up and kisses me tenderly.
“That one should definitely go in the book. If we write it, of course.”
“I want to write it. As long as it’s as hot as we are together,” I whisper, giggling against his mouth before my laughter fades into a deep sigh of satisfaction. “I think we better get to the bedroom now. I’m not sure if this hallway can handle any more christenings.”
“You’re right,” he says, scooping me up into his strong arms. “The mattress will get jealous.”
“What about the rest of your furniture?” I ask with a giggle as he carries me into his room and sets me on the soft bed.
He leans over me. “They’ll just have to wait their turn,” he murmurs, taking my mouth in what becomes a beautiful blur ofloving touches and lustful moans. And as the night passes and makes its way into morning I know one thing for sure—I am head over heels in love with Josh Oliver.
JOSH
“Are you going to be OK? I was pretty nervous about meeting your sister.”
“I know you were,” I say, cutting the engine of Reggie’s little hatchback when we pull into a parking space at the airport. “I’m OK. I promise.” I turn to face her so she can see my expression. I may have been a little quiet on the drive here, which is what’s sparked her worry.
“But are yousureyou’re ready forthislevel of intensity?” Reggie’s brow pinches slightly. “Once we get started, we can be…a lot.”
