“Woman.” I pull out slowly, groaning at the loss, then flip her onto her stomach before she can protest. “I like the way you think.”
I pull her hips up, positioning her on her hands and knees, and she looks back at me over her shoulder with a smile that’s pure sin.
“Well?” she challenges. “Clock’s ticking.”
I thrust back inside her, and we both moan. This angle is deeper, tighter, and she drops to her elbows with a cry, her back arching like a cat.
“Fuck—you feel even better like this?—”
“So do you.” I grip her hips hard enough to bruise, setting a relentless pace. “God, Josie. The way you take me?—”
She’s pushing back against every thrust, meeting my rhythm, her moans muffled by the pillow. I reach around, finding her clit, and she jerks beneath me.
“Yes—right there—don’t stop?—”
I work her clit in tight circles while I pound into her, chasing our mutual release. Sweat drips down my spine. My thighs are burning. But I don’t slow down. Can’t slow down. Not when she’s making those sounds. Not when I can feel her tightening around me again.
“One more,” I grit out. “Give me one more, baby.”
“I can’t?—”
“You can.” I lean over her, pressing my chest to her back, my mouth at her ear. “You will. Come for me, Josie. Scream for me.”
She does.
The third orgasm rips through her like a wildfire, and she screams into the pillow—my name, maybe, or maybe just a wordless cry of pleasure. Her walls flutter around me, milking me, and I follow her with a roar, emptying myself inside her for the second time.
We collapse onto the mattress in a tangle of sweaty limbs.
“Three,” I manage, between ragged breaths.
“Three,” she agrees, laughing weakly. “You’re a man of your word.”
“Always.” I press a kiss to her shoulder, her neck, the back of her ear. “How do you feel?”
“Like I’ve been thoroughly fucked.” She turns her head, smiling at me. “In the best possible way.”
“Good.” I check the clock and groan. “I have to go. Church.”
“I know.” She stretches languidly, looking satisfied as a cat in cream. “Go do your president thing. I’ll be here when you get back.”
“You’d better be.” I force myself out of bed, wincing at the protests from my muscles. “Because tonight, we’re doing that again. Slower.”
“Promise?”
I lean down, kissing her deep and thorough. “Promise.”
By the time I finally make it to Church, I’m ten minutes late and Josie’s walking funny. Hawk takes one look at my face and wisely doesn’t comment.
Tonight, I’ll take my time. But right now? Right now was just the appetizer.
15
JOSIE
Church runs long.
Of course it does. Because the universe apparently has a sick sense of humor when it comes to my love life.
