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“Love that movie.” He shot her a reassuring grin before stepping into her living room. A matching pair of calico catssnoozed on a nearby chair, while the two she had sent pictures of, along with a giant gray and white cat took up one corner of the sofa. He couldn’t resist smiling when the alien looking cat shot him a look that promised it was judging every move he made. It sort of amazed him that all the cats were just sitting there while a freshly baked pizza and a bowl of popcorn sat on the glass coffee table.
Josie visibly let out a breath. She shot him a sheepish look, her cheeks pinking. “Me too.” Her eyes squeezed shut and her nose scrunched up. “I swear, I’m not normally this weird. I just... the last time we saw each other my brother... well you know.”
Hank knew. Fucking Kyle.Why couldn’t he see how fantastic is sister was? He shook his head. No. Kyle wasn’t going to ruin whatever was about to happen between him and Josie. “Water under the bridge.”
Her lips parted, like she wanted to say more, but then snapped shut.. Without saying a word, she curled into the empty corner of the sofa. “I also made pizza and popcorn if you want some.” She tucked one long leg under her, before leaning forward to grab a slice of pizza.
Rubbing the back of his neck, Hank debated on whether he should take the empty chair across the room or sit next to Josie. Who was he kidding? Of course he was going to sit next to her. “So you like creepy movies or is it a Johnny Depp thing?”
“Both.” She leaned forward again and grabbed a remote. Seconds later the opening scene of red liquid dripping onto parchment paper lit up the television screen. “I can’t believe how sneaky this scene is,” she waved what was left of her slice of pizza towards the television, sucking in her breath when a clump of cheese slid off and fell on her bare upper thigh. “Hot! Hot! Hot!”
Muttering a curse under his breath, Hank swiped the hot cheese from her pale skin, wincing at the redding circle ithad left. He leaned over to gently blow on the burn the way his mother used to. Goosebumps pricked her skin. “Better?”
“Thanks,” she said thickly. She shook her head. “I can’t believe my dinner maimed me like that. I’ll never be able to look at pizza the same again” She pressed the back of her wrist to her forehead, dramatically tilting her head to the side.
“You’re such a mess,” Hank chuckled. He shifted, trying to find a position that hid the hard-on that was pressing against the back of his jeans zipper. He was on the verge of grabbing one of her cats when she drew her other leg up, giving him a glimpse of lacy panties. Well that answered the question of whether she was wearing shorts under her giant sweatshirt. ‘Fuck me. Think about the pizza. Think about how it burned her skin.’ Her skin. It had been soft, and he ached to see if the rest of her was just as soft. “So... ” he cleared his throat, “do you want me to vanquish your enemy?”
“And by vanquish you mean eat the rest of my pizza,” Josie tsked.
“For your safety of course.” Clearing his throat again, Hank averted his eyes, focusing on the pizza and popcorn waiting on the coffee table. “I’m glad you invited me over.”
“I’m glad you found me on Instagram.” She shifted so that she faced him, one of her legs bumping against his. She looked at him, her lips partying slightly before leaning in to give him a soft kiss. He moved his hand, fingers drawing slow, intricate designs on her inner thigh, moving higher and higher. This wasn’t what he had come over for, and logic told him to slow down, but fuck... he’d wanted Josie from the first moment he saw her. Not just physically, but all her. There had been something about her that just felt right, like they were supposed to meet.
For the first time, he felt like he’d met someone he could have a future with. Her breath hitched, causing her chest torise, falter, and then her mouth crashed against his. There was nothing sweet or quick about this one. It was all consuming. Gripping her waist, he pulled her onto his lap, her legs straddling his thick upper thighs.
“Tell me what you want,” he whispered, his eyes meeting hers.
“You,” she responded before kissing him again. It was more urgent this time, desperate even. She broke the kiss long enough to pull off her sweatshirt. He trailed his fingers down her front. Across her bare breast, pausing to rub his thumb across her nipple, down her flat stomach, and into the waistband of her panties. Her breathing quickened even more, her eyes darkening. Hank found her clit and rubbed it slowly. She let out a moan, arching her back and pressing herself against his hand.
“Tell me what you want,” he whispered again.
“You,” she whimpered. “I want you.” Her eyes fluttered closed, a throaty little moan whispered across her lips as he slid a finger into her. He worked a second one in before gliding both in and out in a slow, burning tease. “Hank,” she pleaded, her voice little more than a squeak. Nipping her ear lobe, Hank continued to tease her, plunging his fingers deeper and harder, then slower and more focused on her clit. She was coming undone, he could feel it in the way her body was starting to tense. “Omigod. Omigod. Omigod.”
When she was on the verge of cumming, he removed his hand. It took a little finesse to get his jeans and boxers down around his knees, and even more maneuvering to get a condom out of his wallet. The moment his dick was covered, Josie moved the crotch of her panties aside and positioned herself over it. Hank dug his fingers into her hips as her labia parted, the head of his cock slowly sinking into her wetness. Inch by inch he filled her. She was tight, so damn tight.‘And so close,’ Hank realized, pushing deeper into her. In and out. were filling the livingroom, drowning out the screams of someone being killed on the television. When it was over, both of them panting and the movie credits rolling, Hank let out a breathless chuckle. “That was... ”
“I know.” Josie curled into him, her cheek resting against his. “This... ”
“Wasn’t what I was expecting when I came over.” He leaned back, cupping her cheek in his hand. “Just so we’re clear, I’m not a one night stand kind of guy.”
“That’s good, because I’m not a one night stand kind of girl.”
Hank wrapped his arms around her, pressing soft kisses along her jaw. “So... no more online dates, right?”
“Omigod!” Josie’s head tipped back, her laughter echoing in the room. “Why would you even ask that?”
“Just making sure we’re on the same page.” He pressed another line of kisses along her collar bone.
“And what page is that?”
“That you’re mine.”
Chapter Ten
Josie
‘Forgiveness is not an occasional act; it’s a constant attitude.’
-Martin Luther King JR
