Loving York (Warwick Dragons #2) - Milly Taiden Page 0,36

captured her lips in a kiss as his cock began to soften inside of her. He didn’t want the moment to end. It was too pure, too perfect.

“Love,” he said against her throat. “Was that all right?”

“All right? It was wonderful, York.” Her hands brushed his sweaty hair back. Her hazel eyes were sparkling with emotion. “It was more than wonderful. It was us.” She arched against him to kiss him softly.

He rolled them onto their sides, keeping her in his arms. York kissed the top of her head, inhaling her scent that now had a hint of him in it. It filled him with a sense of possession. Josie was his. His to protect, his to love.

“We left the sushi out. It’ll turn if we don’t eat it soon.” She stretched her body against his like a content kitten.

“I’m not ready to move,” he told her, already planning out his next amorous advances.

Josie giggled into his side as she drew patterns on his skin. “I could just go get a plate for us to share, if my womanly ways knocked you out that much.”

He growled, pinning her under him. He nipped at her shoulder. “That’s not why I don’t want to move from the bedroom. I want you again.” His cock was already thickening, and he rubbed it against her leg. Her eyes popped wide in shock.

“Whoa. I am so down with that.”

It took another few hours before they made their way back to the kitchen to eat a bit. Josie was wrapped in a dressing robe, and he was only in his briefs. They fed each other sushi, and York’s cheeks soon started to ache.

Because he was smiling so much.

Because he was with Josie.

They fell asleep in each other’s arms, and York rested. It was the kind of rest he hadn’t had in a very long time. His mate’s head laid against his heart, and he knew. No matter what life threw their way, they would face it.

Just us.

Chapter Sixteen

Josie

One week.

Seven days.

One-hundred-sixty-eight hours.

That’s how long it had been since Josie had last seen York.

Every fiber of her skin was craving him. She missed him with more force than she could have ever thought possible. What was wrong with her?

Nothing. Nothing was wrong with her. She just missed her man. Her dragon. Her York.

She knew she was probably half in love with him already. More than that. Fully in love. Why deny it?

York had left not long after their first night together. He had business in Europe that he had to urgently see to, but he had left her with a guard at the door of the brownstone. He had also linked her old phone to his. Every time Steiner messaged her, York got it, too. He would then send her what to reply on her brand new phone. One that had a secure line and was impossible to hack.

Josie had to admit that it was much easier going through this with York, rather than all by herself.

He checked in with her multiple times a day, either with a text, a call, or when she was lucky, a video call. Josie hadn’t ever thought that video chat sex could be sexy.

It was.

But only because it was York on the screen.

Have a good day, love. I’ll call you tonight before I get on the jet. xo

Josie read the words over, and she could have sworn that her lips were tingling with the memory of his kisses.

She didn’t like that he had to go, but she understood why. He had to meet with a contact he had in Interpol. She couldn’t have gone with him for multiple reasons.

First, if the Interpol agent knew she was the Jeweled Lady, there was every chance Josie would be arrested on the spot. York had to work his magic with the agent, before he revealed Josie’s name to her, to give her immunity for her crimes. It was a complex plan, but York had been very confident that it would work.

Second, Josie couldn’t leave the city. She had to go on pretending that she was working toward Milo Steiner’s goal of stealing the vase from the bank.

Letting Johanna in on the plan had been a point of contention between Josie and her man. The matriarch had to be brought in on the whole scheme, but Josie had been terrified that the woman would hate her for what Josie had almost done. In the end, Johanna had reacted with outrage. Not that Josie was a thief.

Johanna