I already love it.
I already lovehim. But there’s no time for mistimed confessions. We’re on the edge of a cliff, and we’re going to jump together.
It’s the last coherent thought I have—that I’ll jump with him each and every time.
The heat and friction inside me is like nothing I’ve ever felt. Relentless pleasure builds and morphs into an ecstasy I can’t contain. One hand slides up his neck, fingers tangling in his hair, the other grips his ass, pushing him down until a groan tears out of him.
“Fuck.” He wraps a hand around the headboard, and we rut together. “I’m so fucking close.”
I got nothing. Just unintelligible noise. I reach a peak, then I come so hard I almost pass out.
Joss fucks me through it, his long limbs tighter with every thrust of his hips. Then he comes too, head thrown back, eyes watering, milking every drop of sensation from both of us, and he’s so fuckin’ beautiful I could cry.
I don’t cry. I shiver and shake, panting, still clutching him as if he’s a life raft. Joss buries his head in my neck for a long moment, then lifts his gaze to mine, lips rising in a soft smile.
“Give me a sec, okay?”
He slips from me and leaves the bed.
Got no clue where he goes. Just that he’s back before I can blink, cleaning the come from my belly.
When he’s done, we lay together in the summer heat. I’m shattered, like he feared I would be, but it’s a good mess to be in. The best mess. As long as I don’t think too hard about the future, everything is perfect.
Joss rubs my hip and draws patterns on my chest. “Doing okay up there?”
Up there because he’s using my shoulder as a pillow, his leg hooked over mine while I breathe him in.
I hum out an answer. “Think so. You?”
He tips his head to face me. His gaze holds mine, and he says nothing, but he’s all right. I can feel it in the boneless weight of his body on mine.
Silence wraps around us again. We make no move to leave. I don’twantto leave. I want to hole up here for days and days and days.
We don’t have that long, though. For one, the cupboards are bare. For another, we both have jobs.
Joss has medication.
Shit.
He’s drifting.
I shake him awake. “Your meds. We can go back…”
“I put a spare one in my wallet. Hang on.”
“Stay. I’ll get it.”
I ease him back, then haul myself off the bed.
He tracks me as I find his shorts on the floor, retrieve his wallet, and a glass of water.
“Here you go.”
“Thanks.” He tosses the pill back and swigs water, then pats the bed.
I grab the sheets and reclaim my place next to him.
He pulls me closer and tucks my head under his chin. “You can fuck me too…one day, if you want.”
