“Enough.You had your playtime.”
“Barely.You’re impatient.”
“Fuck, yeah, I am.”He took my mouth with his and kissed me so deep he sucked the breath out of me.His fingers teased across my core.Two fingers stretched me and pumped while he kissed me.One hand cradled my chin to force eye contact when he lifted his lips from mine.“I’ll try to take this as easy as I can at first.I’ve wanted this for too long.I swear I’m going to learn everything about your body, but right now, I need you.”
“So much talking.Do something about it.”I smiled at him.
“It drives me batshit how you always have to get in the last word.”
“You’re still talking, still arguing.”I arched up into him and tried to get him inside me.When he didn’t comply, I asked, “You want me somewhere else?Maybe on my side or my stomach?”
He grinned at me but didn’t make a move.“You want me that much?”
“I refuse to beg you for this.You either do what you said or get the hell off me.”
“I like you like this,” Josh murmured, his voice rough with something that sounded dangerously close to restraint.He finally moved, slow and deliberate, making sure I felt every inch of his control.“Wrap your legs around my waist.”
“Already there.”I arched up to pull him in as deep as possible.On a gasp I muttered, “Oh, God…”
His body pulsed in and out of me until he paused to do some sort of angular adjustment that hit an area inside that made me almost black out from pleasure.“Wha…was that?If you… I’m going to come just from that.”
“Let’s find out.”He continued until my body clamped down, shuddered, and detonated in an explosion that left me spiraling.When I regained coherency, I found him frozen, blanched out, and making strangled noises.I managed to say, “What the hell are you waiting for?”
“Hold on.Can’t forget…” He left me for a moment to cover himself in a condom.When he returned, he put an arm under my hips and angled himself, hitting me so deep… Already hypersensitized, all I could do was gasp for breath as he drove himself until I felt a new high rise inside.He fingered across my clit several times and I screamed as the climax hit me again.Josh cried out as he came with me.
We lay there, tangled and trying to catch our breath for what might’ve been seconds or could’ve been an hour.I don’t think I’d ever come twice.
“We should’ve done that a long time ago,” I whispered.
“We should’ve.”He touched along the dragon encircling my breast.“Tell me why you got this one.”
I shrugged.“I wanted a tattoo.It was my second one.”
“You marked yourself forever.You’re not someone who’d do that on a whim.Why did you get your first tattoo?”
I turned to throw an arm across his chest and rest my chin on his side.“The first one I ever got is the one on my arm.I was in a weird place.I needed someone to talk to.Obviously, it wasn’t going to be my dad.I didn’t know if I was going to get into vet school, and if I didn’t, I had no plan B.The person I thought was a good friend in undergrad slept with the guy she knew I was crushing on.I tried to reach Knox, but he was studying abroad doing rural outreach in Brazil where he didn’t have consistent internet or phone access.I was alone.Utterly alone.I got the tattoo.It’s a Feng Shui stylized phoenix that represents strength to rise above one’s circumstances.”
He lifted my hand and kissed it.“No matter whatever shit is between us in the future, call me.You don’t have to be alone like that.”
“I don’t know how not to be alone anymore,” I said quietly.“I’m really good at screwing up relationships or so I’ve been told.I’m good at this part of things, the physical stuff, sex.I’m shit at the rest.Maybe that’s good for us.We can go back to sniping and hating each other tomorrow.”
“Is that what you want?”He traced a finger up my arm, slow and gentle, leaving goosebumps in its wake.
“Not really.It’s exhausting.With everything else going on, why do we have to be at each other’s throats too?”
Something dark flickered through his expression.“Was it the asshole who hurt you that said you weren’t good at relationships?”
I nibbled on my lower lip.“Maybe.But I screwed things up plenty before him too.”
He went still, studying me like he was choosing his next words carefully.“I’ve screwed up a lot too,” he said quietly.“Maybe we don’t have to figure everything out tonight.”
His hand slid to my back, steady and warm, and he drew me closer—not urgent, not demanding.Just there.
Then he whispered, “I can be good at the sex part too.”
“You are pretty good at this,” I teased.
“Pretty good?”He snorted.“Pretty goodis what you say about mashed potatoes.”
