“Sure.”
Joss backs up and disappears into the bathroom. He didn’t specify where to wait, but it’s late and we’ve eaten already, so I take a chance and go to my room.
It’s messy. The bed is unmade and there are socks on the floor that aren’t mine. I straighten the bed enough that I can sit on it without getting a balled-up blanket wedged up my ass, but I leave the socks where they are. Everyone thinks I don’t like untidy things, but the truth is, I love them. The colors and quirks. The battered, gnarly landscapes that make life interesting. For too long, I’ve craved bland and safe things.
I don’t anymore.
Joss comes out of the bathroom, dripping water on the floor from his bare legs, one towel tuckedlowaround his waist, another he’s rubbing through his hair. I’ve never seen him comb it, just run his fingers through it slow enough to make me jealous. “Are we sleeping in here tonight?”
“Yeah.” Maybe I should expand on that answer. Ask him if hewantsto sleep in my room. If we even should. But I don’t. I propel myself from the bed as he steps forward and we clash in the middle.
I’m on him hard and fast, seizing his face in my hands, fingers digging into his jaw. He cups the back of my neck, and we weld together, kissing as if it’s been weeks, months,yearssince we last touched, and we can’t wait a minute longer.
His hands move fast, unbuttoning my jeans and shoving them away, bold and fearless, no longer as careful with me as he was in the beginning. He yanks my shirt off and his bare chest hits mine, damp and warm, his heartbeat fast.
I’m naked. So is he. Only his towel lies between us, but my hands move of their own accord, and it’s gone before I can contemplate that I need it to be.
“Fuck.” Joss knocks his head on my shoulder. “You’re criminally hot, you know that?”
“If you say so.”
Joss groans and tips his head up, gaze hungry and hot. “What phase are we on now?”
Of the experiment. I don’t actually know. I’ve lost count, and I don’t think I ever contemplated that it would get this far. Is there a boss level to this shit? Do I want it?
Yes.
Goddamn.
I tangle my fingers in Joss’s wet hair. “I can’t remember. Does it matter?”
He considers that, leaning into my touch. I feel him hard against my hip, and I want him in my mouth so fuckin’ much.
While Joss is silent, the heat between us becomes more manageable. I kiss his neck, his jaw, and his mouth, slipping my tongue between his lips. He responds with a gentle swipe of his own, and I sway on my feet.
Joss chuckles and draws back. He looks like he has a thousand things to say.
I shake my head. “I don’t need to talk.”
It’s out of context and could mean anything. But Joss gets me. I know he does.
He nods, slowly, and tugs me to the bed.
We fall, him on top as he drags a deep groan from me with another teasing kiss, but his game is short-lived. I kiss him back, and my pulse speeds to a breakneck pace, blood pumping harder to my cock, leaving me lightheaded and giddy.
I’m drunk on him.
Facts. And I’m not hating it. Iloveit. Almost as much as I love his hands on my skin.
I roll us over, my knee sinking between us, and grip Joss’s waist, scooting him farther up the bed.
Joss bites his lip. “Is this how it’s gonna be? You hauling me around like a caveman?”
“You want it to be like that?”
He smirks. “I wouldn’t complain.”
I pocket the nugget of information, adding it to everything Jax told me earlier, except this is in a different pile—an ever-growing stack I need more than I need fuckin’ air. I want to know everything about him, but right now, in this moment, nothing more than the things that make his eyes roll and his skin bead with sweat. That make his muscles jump and quiver, and his lips part in a husky groan.
