Loving York (Warwick Dragons #2) - Milly Taiden Page 0,34

such dangerous footwear. She had been gone less than ten minutes, but she was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid his eyes on.

“You look…”

Josie blushed. “Well, you’re so handsome in your sweater and jeans. I couldn’t just sit next to you in my comfy clothes. I would have felt bad about myself.”

“Why?” he asked, walking toward her.

“Because you’re really hot,” her tone was breathy as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Right back at you, love.” York nuzzled her neck, reveling in the scent of her floral perfume. He kissed her bare shoulder, her neck, all the way up to capture her lips in a kiss. “You could wear a paper bag, and you’d still be the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen.”

Josie cupped his cheeks, her fingers trailing against his dimples. That’s when York realized he had been smiling at her. He had smiled more in the last few days, than in the previous hundred years.

“Josie,” he whispered. He wasn’t too sure what he wanted to say.

In fact, it wasn’t words that he wanted to use. Not just then.

All of the apprehension he had felt at having sex for the first time in a century was slowly melting away. Every time they kissed, every minute they spent devouring each other’s mouths, his confidence increased.

York made a decision then.

He would keep kissing Josie, he would kiss her until all of his fears evaporated, so that he could finally make love to his mate. He grabbed her by the neck, crushing her into his body, his mouth finding hers.

More fears thawed until all there was left was his Josie.

Chapter Fifteen

York

Josie moaned into his mouth, when York gripped her ass, bringing her closer to him. His erection pressed against her as she crushed her breasts against his hard chest. He could have sworn that he felt her nipples through their clothes, and he was overcome by a sudden need to devour her breasts. Without breaking their lips’ embrace, he took Josie into his arms and walked them up the stairs to the guest bedroom that Josie had taken over.

York laid her gently down on the bed, and Josie kicked off her shoes. He grabbed hold of one foot, kissing her ankle, then her calf, her knee, every few inches of the smooth, tanned skin received a kiss. He stopped when he got to the hem at her thighs. Josie was tugging at his shirt, trying to pull it over his head. He obeyed her silent command, taking it off and throwing it over his shoulder. Josie sat up and placed a kiss against his heart as her hands traced down his chest, down the column of his abs, and to the waistband of his pants. Her fingers grazed against his jean-clad erection, and she watched his reaction, her eyes burning into his.

“We don’t have to do anything more than make-out,” she told him.

His heart slipped inside of his chest. He should have known that his Josie would have caught onto his reluctance to be more intimate. The realization made this moment all the more tender.

“I’ve waited long enough,” he rasped. “I almost fucked you in the safes of the bank, but I wanted our first time to be special.”

She inhaled a small gasp of surprise. Her hazel eyes melted, and she brought his head down for a kiss. “York, no matter where or when we have sex for the first time, it’ll be special. Because it’s you. Because it’s us.”

“Josie,” he whispered back, “I’m the one who is supposed to say sweet things to you.”

“Why?” she asked, her lips grazing his. “Someone needs to be sweet to you once in a while, too.”

His throat was thick with emotion. There was so much he wanted to say at that moment, but words were failing him. Instead, he kissed Josie with as much passion as he felt. The kiss alone could have melted down the brownstone, and he was only getting started. As they continued kissing, York pushed Josie back down onto the bed, his hand going up the hem of her dress, following the curve of her thigh. His fingertips brushed against her underwear. They were damp against his skin.

“You’re already wet for me,” he breathed.

“You’re a really good kisser,” she responded with a coy smile.

He wouldn’t be told twice. York leaned over her and took her mouth with his again. As he explored every inch of her body with his fingers, York tugged the dress higher and higher, until