She reaches for my jeans, shoving them down my hips along with my boxers. My cock springs free, hard and aching, and when she wraps her hand around me again I have to grit my teeth against the pleasure.
“Inside me.” Her voice is urgent, demanding. “Now. I need you inside me.”
“Condom—”
“I’m on birth control. I’m clean.” Her eyes meet mine, dark with need. “I want to feel you. All of you. Nothing between us.”
The trust in those words undoes the knot in my chest. “Josie?—”
“Now, Boone. Please.”
I kick off my jeans and settle over her, notching myself at her entrance. She’s so wet, so ready, but I make myself pause. Make myself look at her.
“This changes things,” I say quietly.
“I know.”
“Once I’m inside you?—”
“I know.” She cups my face in her hands, pulling me down for a kiss. “I’m yours. I’ve been yours. Now prove it.”
I push inside in one long stroke.
We both groan—her at the stretch, me at the tight, wet heat that’s gripping me like a fist. I hold myself still, buried to thehilt, giving her time to adjust. She feels incredible. Better than anything I’ve ever experienced. Like coming home to a place I didn’t know existed.
“Move.” Her legs wrap around my waist, heels digging into my ass. “Boone, move, or I swear to God?—”
I move.
There’s nothing slow about it. Nothing gentle. This is weeks of want, months of denial, years of loneliness—all of it pouring out in every thrust. The headboard slams against the wall. The bed creaks beneath us. And Josie—beautiful, fierce, perfect Josie—meets me stroke for stroke, her nails scoring lines down my back, her voice rising with each snap of my hips.
“Harder,” she demands.
I give her harder. Hitch her leg up over my shoulder, change the angle, drive into her until the only word she can say is my name.
“Boone—God—right there—don’t stop?—”
I couldn’t stop if the clubhouse burned down around us. Not when she’s clenching around me like that. Not when her face is twisted in pleasure. Not when I can feel her climbing toward another peak.
“Touch yourself.” I’m barely holding on, pressure building at the base of my spine. “I want to feel you come on my cock.”
She slides a hand between us, fingers finding her clit, and the sight of her pleasuring herself while I fuck her is almost enough to finish me. I grit my teeth, forcing myself to hold back, to wait for her.
“That’s it,” I groan. “So fucking beautiful. Come for me, Josie. Let me feel it.”
Her orgasm hits like a wave—her whole body going taut, her walls clamping down on me so hard I see stars. She screams my name, and the sound breaks what’s left of my control. I bury myself deep and follow her over, spilling inside her with a groan that tears from somewhere deep in my chest.
For a long moment, neither of us moves. We just breathe together, foreheads pressed close, our bodies still connected.
“Two,” she murmurs.
I laugh—a breathless, wrecked sound. “You’re counting now?”
“Learning from the best.” She shifts beneath me, and we both hiss at the sensation. “How much time do we have left?”
I glance at the clock. “Not nearly lone enough.”
“Enough for three?”
