The entire drive home, her words are swirling around in my mind. Are they true? My stomach clenches. I’m on auto pilot and it feels like I don’t breathe until I’m sitting in front of my house. I find myself staring out the window, but I’m not really seeing anything.
I can’t. All I can see are Cindy’s eyes. She was so sure I didn’t even know Joss, let alone was dating him.
The knock on my window scares me half to death and I scream as I jolt and turn toward the sound. When Joss’s face is there, my entire body relaxes instinctually.
When he knocks on the window, I unlock the door and it swings open and then he’s there with his warm palms cupping my cheeks. Histhumbs wipe away tears I didn’t even realize were there in the first place. I’m just proud of myself that I didn’t cry in front of Cindy. At least, I don’t think I did.
“What’s wrong, Sugar?”
I sniffle and blink as I try to get myself under control. Before I can stop myself, everything that just happened spills out of me. Joss doesn’t interrupt, he just listens without moving, his brown eyes intent and focused on me.
When I’m done, my voice is shaky, but there’s something soothing in sharing my pain. Joss doesn’t say anything at first. He simply unbuckles me and then gently guides me out of my car and toward my front door.
We hadn’t made plans to see each other today, but he wasn’t scheduled to work, and I hoped to see him. I need to stay on track for next weekend’s event, but I have a little time. He’s busy tomorrow and doing a photo shoot.
Suddenly, the thought of him at the shoot makes my stomach flip and not in a good way. Before Cindy got in my head, I was looking forward to hearing all about it. Now, it makes me want to curl up under my fluffiest blanket and let the world disappear.
Once we’re inside, Joss’s strong hands grip my shoulders, and he spins us until he’s pressing me against the door. He looks down on me, his jaw clenched and his eyes burning with a protective fire. His touch makes me shiver.
“She doesn’t know what she’s talking about,” Joss’s voice is gruff and earnest. “That woman,” he spits the words with obvious disgust, “should have kept her mouth shut. She was talking from a place of jealousy. You are the only woman I want Syndal,” his words are forceful as if earnestness will help me believe them.
It fucking works. I do believe him, but that doesn’t heal the wounds opened on my soul today.
Hislarge body presses against mine. He’s all hard ridges and I’m all soft curves.
“I love your body,” he murmurs, his voice holding a softness that feels like it’s only reserved for me.
Then I’m up and in his arms. Again. I cling to him, my eyes going wide as I watch him. The man doesn’t even breathe heavily as he carries me to my room. I don’t ask him what he’s doing this time; I just hold on for dear life while hoping he doesn’t drop me.
When he puts me on my feet next to my bed, he starts undressing me and himself. “Wh-what are you doing?” My voice shakes as I fight my inner voice who is telling me to cover myself and not let him see my body.
It doesn’t matter that he’s seen me before, just last night. I’m battling myself, my fears, and it’s not easy.
His dark eyes bore into mine. “I’m showing you just how much I love your body, Syn. All day the only thing I could think about was your softness pressed up against me and sinking my cock into your tight pussy. I’m going to make my fantasies into a reality and I’m going to fuck those mean words right out of your head.”
I blink at him a few times, unsure if I really heard him right. Can you really fuck words out of someone’s head? Honestly, Joss looks determined as hell to make it happen. Maybe he really can.
When we’re both naked, his fingers dig into my shoulders, the feeling grounding me, before he spins me around and bends me over the side of my bed. He curls himself over my back and his lips brush the shell of my ear as he commands, “Get on your hands and knees, Sugar.”
I crawl up onto the bed, feeling both exposed and aroused. I can feel the gentle puffs of air as he kneels behind me, his lips close enough to my pussy to tease, but not enough to touch. Yet.
He lets out a low groan before he dives mouth first between my thighs. His tongue pushes past my pussy lips and sinks into me as far ashe can go. The feel of his large hands gripping my ass and spreading me wide open should have me feeling mortified, but it doesn’t. It makes me feel sexy as hell, especially when his fingers tighten and he growls against my arousal coated flesh.
His mouth slides down and then he’s sucking my clit into his mouth as he slides two fingers deep inside of me. He curls them perfectly and hits a spot inside of me that has me seeing stars and makes my toes curl.
I don’t know what he does with his tongue, but it feels like being slingshot into the stratosphere. I come, hard. My entire body is shaking, and I swear I black out for a moment.
Joss manhandles me further up onto the bed and then he’s slamming inside me with brutal force. I cry out, the sound echoing off the walls of my bedroom. One of his hands tangles in my hair and the other wraps around my throat. While holding himself still inside of me, he uses his grip to position me on my knees. I’m on his lap with my back plastered to his chest and I’ve never felt sexier.
His lips ghost the shell of my ear and goosebumps cover my skin as a moan escapes my lips. His thrusts start out slow and measured, lulling my body into pliant compliance. I move my hips back to meet his thrust, wanting more, needing it.
“You’re mine, Syndal,” he growls against my ear. “I love your body. It’s curvy, soft, and makes my dick so fucking hard that it hurts. I want to be buried inside of you all the time and I’m going to prove it to you.”
Then, with a growl, he starts to fuck me harder and faster. I’m already so damn close to falling over the edge again and my mind blanks with the pleasure of it all. I don’t think about Cindy and her words. I don’t think about what I should be doing to prepare for the event next weekend. I don’t think about a model flirting with Joss at the photoshoot tomorrow.
All I can think about is him and pleasure.
Ifall into the feeling and give myself over to this man. I might as well. I’ve already fallen in love with him, even if it means I’ll be hurt in the end.
