One Moment Please (Wait With Me #3) - Amy Daws Page 0,70
to her so we’re mere inches apart. “I didn’t start that kiss either. And believe me, you wanted me as much just as I wanted you, admit it.”
“Duh!” she exclaims and thrusts her tits toward me. “I’m pregnant and crazy fucking horny. My vibrator has been working overtime so I’d be a fool not to—”
“Oh, fuck this,” I cut her off and eliminate the last few inches of space between us to take her lips with mine.
She yelps into my mouth, but her shock turns into something else as she moans and twines her hands around my neck.
I devour her lips and palm her ass, yanking up her skirt so I can lift her around my hips. I grunt as her body becomes flush to mine. I’ve needed this. I’ve craved this. For weeks, I’ve wanted her back in my arms. I savor the weight of her as I turn to head down the hallway toward my room. Enough talking, enough sharing, enough interrogating. Enough whatever the fuck this fucked-up night was. I want her, and she wants me. That’s the only universal truth that matters right now.
I kick the door open, bypassing my bed and heading into the bathroom. Lynsey pulls her lips from mine, breathlessly asking, “What are you doing?”
“I’m going to fuck you in my bathroom,” I state, my voice gruff with need.
“Why?”
I dip my head to her mouth and bite her lower lip before growling, “Because I like to finish things I start.”
I set her on the counter in the same spot she was before. I step back and undress, my eyes never leaving hers as I ditch my shirt, jeans, and boxer briefs. She stares shamelessly at my cock that’s been some version of hard since I left this bathroom earlier this evening. I move toward her, my bare tip gliding up her skirt as I reach behind her and unzip her dress, the softness of her skin beneath my fingertips.
She pulls her arms out of the top, letting the fabric pool around her belly, and I use the opportunity to pay homage to the breasts that have been tormenting me for the past month. I pop her bra off and assault her nipples, sucking on the hard nubs and sliding my tongue over them. After Lynsey’s very pointed conversation with Dr. Lizzy—no pun intended—I’m no longer worrying about being gentle. Right now, I want to hear her scream.
When I tap my teeth against her tender flesh, Lynsey cries out, her body falling back against the large mirror as her fingers slice through my hair. God, I love her hands in my hair. It electrifies me in the most carnal way and makes all the veins in my cock throb with need.
I help her off the counter to remove her dress. Turning her around, I bend her over, and our eyes connect in the mirror as I position my cock at her slit.
“You want me, Jones?” My eyes pierce hers like lethal weapons as I push the tip in.
“Yes, Josh.” Her voice is breathy as she splays her hands out on the granite.
“Tell me how bad you want me,” I demand, desperate to hear the desire in her voice again.
“God, I want you so bad,” she cries out, biting her lip and driving me even more wild with that sexy look on her face.
“Do you know how bad I’ve wanted to fuck you since the moment you stepped foot in my house?” I ask, pressing only another inch inside her and relishing in the way her jaw drops in a silent cry of agony. “Watching you prance around in your bra and underwear, doing fucking yoga, and changing your work outfit three times every day? Goddammit you drive me crazy.”
“Yes,” she cries when I give her another inch. “Josh, please. Please fuck me.”
“Have you wanted me to fuck you all this time, Lynsey?” I ask, watching her face as she nods. “Have you been running around half naked just to torture me?”
“Yes,” she says, her voice labored and raspy. “I’ve wanted to fuck you since the moment I told you I didn’t want to fuck you.”
“Why do you deny us this, Jones?” I ask, pressing in a tiny bit farther, my hands biting into her hips as I stop myself from slamming all the way into her. “Why deny us what feels so fucking good?”
“I don’t know,” she moans, her head tipping back as she presses against me, greedily taking me all the way inside