closed. “It could probably be clearer. You know…just to be sure.”
He backed her up against the counter, fitting her against him as he encircled her with his arms. Surrounding her. Claiming her. Not trying to hide his arousal as he pressed his weight into her.
His head dipped again, and his teeth tugged at her earlobe. “Clear like this?”
“Well…” Her legs parted, letting one of his thighs ease between them. Welcoming him against her growing ache. She fisted her hands in his shirt, pulling him closer, her whole body straining for more contact.
His fingers slid through her still-damp hair as he pressed his mouth to her throat, sucking at the delicate skin hard enough to make her breath hitch. Then he lifted his head, gazing at her with heavy-lidded eyes. His thumb dragged across her cheek and along her jaw. Tipped her chin down. Traced her lips. “Or like this?”
His mouth settled over hers.
She gave in to the plush slickness, her lips parting as her tongue sought his. The release of tension buckled her knees and she sank against him.
His thigh pressed between her legs as his mouth claimed her. He sucked on her tongue, then nipped her lower lip. She arched into him with a low moan, rubbing against him, so turned on she could hardly stand it.
The intensity of it overwhelmed her, and she felt a moment of doubt. A warning echo in the back of her mind.
She didn’t need any complications in her life right now. She couldn’t afford to let herself get attached. To let herself be hurt again.
She pushed all her doubts aside. This didn’t have to be complicated. He couldn’t hurt her unless she let him. And she deserved a little pleasure. Wanted it. Wanted him.
Josh hummed low in the back of his throat and cupped his hands under her ass, rocking her against him. She bit off a moan as he hitched her against his leg. Clutching at his shoulders, she let her head loll back, and he licked a path down her throat as she ground against the bulge in his jeans.
His fingers tightened on her, digging into her hips before he stroked his palms up under her shirt. They roamed over her back, up her sides, to the swell of her unrestrained breasts. Kneading gently, he swept his thumbs over her tight nipples, circling her areolas before stroking his hands downward again. Over her stomach. To the waistband of her sweatpants.
One of his hands slid around to spread over her back, fingers splayed wide. The other slipped inside her pants.
She hadn’t been wearing underwear with her yoga pants, and she wasn’t wearing any now. He encountered no resistance as his hand slipped between her trembling thighs. She whimpered, arching against him at the first electric contact.
“I like it when you make that sound.” He smiled against her throat as he kissed his way back to her lips. His tongue plunged into her mouth at the same time his fingers plunged inside her.
Quivering in his arms, she spread her legs wider, her fingernails digging into the back of his neck as he stroked her, slow at first, then faster and faster. He was holding them both up, pressing her against the counter as his hips rocked against her and she shamelessly ground against his hand.
She panted into his mouth as the pressure built and built. She was so close. So unbearably close she could almost scream.
His free hand tangled in her hair, tugging her head back. She was dimly aware of his gaze on her face, drinking her in as he drove her to the edge, increasing the pressure as he found the exact right rhythm. And then she was breaking, falling apart in his arms with a ragged cry as pleasure exploded through her.
Trembling, she pressed her face into his neck. He held her, stroking her hair while she found her breath again.
“Was that clear enough for you?” His voice was husky, even rougher than usual.
She lifted her head and he smiled, looking pleased with himself. Smug, even.
He’d certainly earned it. That had to be a record for the fastest she’d ever come without battery-powered assistance.
“Not bad,” she allowed, returning his smile. “Although I might need a few more reminders. If I’m going to be stuck here, we may as well make the most of it.”
The corner of his mouth twitched. “That’s the spirit.”
She reached up to run her fingers through his hair. Bit her lip as she considered all the things