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I wish that wasn’t a concern that ever crossed her mind, but I give her the reassurance she’s asking for. "Okay. I promise."
She dances around, not only figuratively, but literally. Her feet keep moving her around and her hands cover her face. She peeks through her fingers at me, and irritation builds inside me. If she avoids it any longer we’ll both die never knowing. I’m getting old and gray here just fucking waiting.
"Quit beating around the bush and spit it out."
"I'm trying to figure out how to say it!" she shouts, throwing her hands up.
"You're trying to figure out how to sugar coat it. Don't. Just say the words."
"Shit!" Shielding her eyes, she spins away so her back is to me, like she can't even stand to face me as she says it. "Sometimes, Josiah… I have these thoughts. Every day, it gets a little worse. It's like… everything has been taken over by it. I just… I don't know if it's being stuck here together all the time or what, but I really want to kiss you sometimes, to feel your hands on me or… more. I know that's crazy and that you're just keeping me safe until I can leave again and that you'll be happy to get rid of me but, like when we watch movies- the whole time I'm just thinking about how if you were a little bit closer then I could-"
She keeps talking, why is she still talking? I'm wading through sludge trying to catch up, but I'm pretty sure this meltdown she's having is because she's attracted to me. She's giving me a full essay to explain herself instead of just making a move!
Standing up slowly so I won’t scare her, I stop as far away as my body will allow. I want her in my arms. Fuck, I need her pressed up against me. "Turn around," I demand, my voice too low.
"No, you sound mad."
Why the fuck would I be mad? She's been taunting me for weeks. “I’m not. Turn.” Every thought I’ve ever had that doesn’t involve getting my hands on this woman has disappeared.
Phoebe turns to look at me over her shoulder, and when her fearful eyes catch mine, I close the rest of the distance. My hands go to her hips and twist her around to face me. Her lips pop open on a gasp and my attention drops to her lips.
I grip the back of her head in both hands and kiss her hard. The mixture of the length of time that has passed since I touched a woman, the proximity and beauty of the one in front of me, and the protective, possessive urge that rocks through me every time I look at her is turning everything inside me rough. I've had enough of her teasing, of her pretending, and her bratty behavior and I'm ready totake.
Phoebe whimpers against my lips and clenches my sides like she’s feeling the same thing I am. She plasters her body to mine and opens her mouth when I seek entrance with my tongue. Fuck, I need more. One of my hands moves down to her ass and I tug her hips against me, grinding her sweet little body against my hardening cock, drawing another gasp from her.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” I mumble against her lips, holding her just far enough away from me that my words come out clear. “You’ve been teasing me.”
“I know,” she whines, big eyes pleading with me to take out all my frustration on her. “I wasn’t sure…”
“Sure of what, kitten? That I’ve been watching every sway of your hips? That every time I touch you my hands stay just a little too long? You’re unsure of how badly I want you? Let me clear it up. I fucking want you. I want you in my bed. I want you in my house. And I never want to let you out of my sight. Are you sure now?”
She nods and tries to lean closer to kiss me again, but I tug her hair and tilt her head back so she can’t reach me.
“I think you need to tell me you’re sorry for keeping us both waiting so long.” I lower my mouth to her neck and kiss my way to her ear. “Are you sorry?”
“No. I like this. I can’t apologize for making you crazy for me. Oh,” she breathes when my teeth graze over her neck. It’s taking all my restraint to keep from pushing her up onto the counter and fucking her right here, but she’s been sleeping on the couch for so long she deserves to be fucked in my bed.
She digs her fingers into my sides while I continue kissing up and down her neck. Between the movement of her hips as she absently grinds against me and the sultry little mewls coming out of her mouth, she’s driving my need for her higher and higher.
“Phoebe, if you’re not ready to take this upstairs, I need you to tell me, baby,” I don’t want her to say no, but I need to offer her an out, a way to call it quits if she needs to. Her body doesn’t want to put a stop to this, but I need to make sure her mind is in it too.
Chapter Twenty-one
Phoebe
Fuck, that thing he’s doing with his tongue over the pulse in my neck is making everything in my mind blur. I’ve lost control of my body. My mouth is letting out noises with reckless abandon. My hips and my hands are moving like they have minds of their own. I think he asked me something, but all I can feel is the heat building between us. I need more.
Josiah cups the back of my head and forces me to look at him. “Are you panicking?”
“Huh?” Panicking? What is he saying to me?
He grins at me and kisses my lips. “I asked you if you’re ready to go upstairs, and you didn’t answer me one way or the other. No is okay, but I need to hear you say it.”
“No- Wait, no to saying no. Yes. I’m ready to go upstairs.” I squeal when he grabs my thighs and pulls my legs up around his waist. His wide, muscular body between my legs is such a wonderful feeling that I never want him to put me down.
“Duck your head,” he warns, and I immediately bury my head in his neck, licking and sucking at the flesh there. “Fuck, Phoebe.” One of the arms under my ass goes to the banister to hold himself up as we go up the stairs and I tease him as much as I can. “If you keep moaning in my ear, I’m going to fuck you on the stairs.”
I can’t help myself. I put my mouth directly against his ear and whimper. I realize I didn’t stop to think about what I just did when he detaches me from his waist and puts my feet back on the floor. He spins me and pushes me down to my knees, forcing me to put my elbows on the carpeted step in front of me. “Josiah-”
