Warm skin brushes my arm.
“Joshua ...”
Neck stiff, I look down, tracking Blue as she steps in front of me. She angles her head up, those soft eyes searching mine, and my gaze glides lower. Pink lips. The slender curve of her neck. Little blue crop top and cut-off shorts. Smooth, delicate skin.
“Joshua,” she says again, that sweet voice dragging my eyes back to hers. She reaches toward me, runs a finger down the edge of my jaw, and my entire body wakes up. “Hey. You okay?”
You okay ...?
The words echo in my mind, but I can’t focus on them. I’m too wound up to process something as insignificant as words. All I see is Blue.
Intoxicating Blue.
Half-naked Blue.
With our gazes still locked, I take a step back, deeper into my house.
She watches me for a long second, absorbing my expression, and a swallow moves through her throat. She takes a small step forward.
“Close the door,” I instruct quietly.
She holds my stare, pushing the door shut behind her with her bare foot.
I roll my bottom lip between my teeth as I take her in, from her face to her rainbow-colored toes. Damn, she’s perfect. A seashell shining through the deepest parts of the pitch-black ocean. And I’m the reckless shark tearing down everything in my path.
My dad wasn’t wrong, and I know I don’t deserve her. Not for one night. Not for one minute.
Like father, like son. Too bad I’m too selfish to let that stop me.
Blue
He’s hurting. It’s in the rigid set of his jaw, the tightness in his shoulders. But something heavy flickers through his thunderous eyes and curls around my body.
Want. Hunger.Need.
I move a little closer, and he does the same. My skin vibrates with a warm hum. Then he’s standing in front of me, his hard chest in my face and his white T-shirt grazing my nipples through my thin top. A tingling sensation flutters in my core, and I lift my chin to meet his heavy-lidded gaze.
“What are you doing?” I breathe even though his body tells me everything. I want to hear it in his voice.
A muscle twitches in his jaw, and his strong grip clutches the back of my neck. “Something I’ve wanted to do for too damn long,” he rasps, his lips almost brushing mine. But then he stops. Shuts his eyes. “Tell me it’s okay, Blue. Tell me to kiss you.”
My heart thumps. My knees sway.
“Kiss me.”
Air leaves my lungs as he pushes my lips open with his tongue and consumes me. He swallows my moan, and I rise to the tips of my toes, trying to getmoreof this thing he’s breathing into me—a wild, desperate energy. It’s filled with abandon, setting off fireworks inside my soul.
His hands find my ass, and he squeezes. Hard. Like he’s trying to feel my skin through the fabric of my shorts. A frustrated noise rumbles through him, and his grip pulls me off the floor as if I’m weightless. I wrap my legs around him while he sucks my bottom lip. Then he turns to my jaw, my neck, my collarbone, in hot, frantic kisses.
My pulse throbs everywhere, from my ears to between my legs. I’ve never felt lust like this before—the kind that reaches beyond my bones, pulling straight from the essence of my being.
My back hits the couch. Joshua hovers over me, resting his weight on his forearms. He’s huge, unfaltering, intense, and he’s waking up parts of me I didn’t know were sleeping. I want all of him on me, heavy and warm. I open my legs, and he groans against my throat as he sinks between them.
Our bodies melt together, his jeans doing nothing to hide how hard he is when he rubs against me, and I feel another moan escape.
He nips my neck, slips his hand under my shirt. I breathe a little faster, my lips parting. His palm slides higher, burning a trail up my bare skin until he’s cupping my breast. Grasping his hair, I bring his lips back to mine.
“Fuck,” he pants into my mouth, grinding against me. “Blue ...”
