I’d had a few former lovers who’d tried the dirty talk, but it’d always made me laugh rather than making me hot and bothered. But they weren’t Joz. The man was the dirty talking champ.
I spread my legs, silently thanking my yoga teacher for how flexible I was, and dragged two fingers through my slit. I was utterly soaked. Instead of offering them to him, I slid them into my mouth and closed my lips around them. A feral noise rumbled through his chest. He produced a condom and rippedopen the packet with his teeth. Seconds later, he’d sheathed himself. He knelt on the bed, hooked an arm beneath my ass to lift me, grabbed his huge cock by the base, and shoved inside me in one primitive thrust.
Before I had the chance to catch my breath, he began to move. He grabbed one of my tits, kneading and squeezing and pinching my nipple until a pained cry forced its way from my throat.
“Gentler?”
I shook my head. “Rougher.”
He broke into a smile and jammed into me even harder. “That’s my woman.”
My woman. God, that sounded incredible. I’d never liked the idea of being a man’s anything, but Joz didn’t mean it in a hierarchical way. He wasn’t some jerk who believed men were superior. Just as well because they fucking weren’t. But it did mean that our fledgling relationship had moved to another level. Perhaps by sharing what happened to Caroline had freed a block of some kind—one I hadn’t even been aware of before today.
“Rub your clit for me. Lemme see how you make yourself come.”
I grunted as he thrust hard enough to shove me a few inches up the bed. “I usually use a vibrator.”
Buried balls deep, he paused. “Then, I’ll have to buy a selection for next time becausethatI wanna see.”
Grinning, I ran my middle finger around my clit. His eyes tracked my movements, a faint flush blooming on his chest and neck. His pace slowed, still hard, still rough, but not as fast. Like he was concentrating.
I raised up on one elbow, moving my finger faster now. “I love watching you move in and out of me.”
“Yeah?” He pulled out almost all the way, then slid back in an inch at a time. “Like that?”
Fuck. This guy was going to be the end of me. But what a way to go. Instead of a blaze of glory, a feast of orgasms.
“Just like that.” I gasped as he shifted his angle. “Fuck. Yes. Christ.” I circled my finger faster and faster, and Joz matched me with smooth thrusts, his ink covered abs contracting every time he pushed inside. “Coming.”
My orgasm hit me like a freaking tidal wave, the wall of water knocking me on my ass, my inner muscles rippling along his dick. I squeezed my eyes closed, my body boneless, sated yet still wanting more. With Joz, I always wanted more.
He muttered something I didn’t catch. Lowering me to the mattress, he stretched out over me, his lips dotting kisses along my neck, a soft moan of pleasure the only sign he’d found his own release. He allowed himself to rest on me for a few seconds, then rolled off to the side. Almost in synchronicity, our chests heaved, breaths sawing in and out as we fought to catch our breath.
“That was… life altering.”
Joz found my hand and placed it over his heart. “My life changed the moment you turned up at that bar and gave me an earful when all I could think was how much I wanted to suck your nipples through your soaked dress.”
I shifted onto my side. “You’re not going to run again, are you?”
He broke out a grin I’d begun to recognize as a distraction technique. “This is my place. You trying to run me out of town, Spitfire?”
In response, I gave him myyou’re wasting your time, buddyhard stare. “Joz.”
His smile fell, but he held my gaze. “No, I’m not going to run. Although, I’ll be honest, I thought you would. Once I told you everything, I mean.”
“Why would you think that?”
“Because.” One shoulder popped. “Doesn’t exactly show me in a glowing light. I’ve got more baggage than Heathrow on a bank holiday weekend getaway. Who’d want to attach themselves to that?”
I moved my hand from his chest and cupped his cheek. “Me. And you want to know why?”
“I don’t know. Do I?”
For a man who owned the stage, exuding the kind of confidence that, if bottled, would make billions, he sounded so hesitant that it broke my heart a little bit.
“Our flaws are what make us interesting, Joz. Who wants perfection? Not me. It’s as fake as a Grammy smile when you’re on the losing side.”
“Yeah, but there are flaws and then there’s a man who’s responsible for robbing a little boy of his mother.”
