“What look?”
Josie holds up a spoon. In the back of the curved metal surface, I try to see what she’s referring to, but all I see is a giant distortion. “I’m not thinking about noodles,” I admit.
“The case then?”
“No, Josie.” I take the spoon out of her hand and rest it on the table. “You said you were horny earlier, and that’s all that I can think about. This”—I gesture toward the plate—“could be filled with the biggest, juiciest steak in all of the universe, and I’d still not be able to tell you if it was shit or great because the only thing I want to put in my mouth is you.”
Her eyes grow as wide as the plate in front of us. The tongue comes out. I muffle a groan.
“I guess you should do something about it. My horniness,” she adds in case I didn’t know what she was talking about.
I stand and lift her from her chair in the same motion, sweeping her into my arms. “Wait—” I pause while my brain is still half functioning. “Cameras in doors?”
“Are you asking about whether my dad can see us? No. He’ll track when you leave, though.”
I glance at the clock. It’s early yet, and I’ve perfected the leaving and sneaking back in bit. “We’ve got time.”
She wraps her arms around my neck. “Take me to my lair then and do your worst.”
“My best, you mean.” If my dick gets harder, will it break off? These are questions I have as I carry Josie toward her bedroom. Thank God that her place is small because walking when you have an erection the size of a light pole makes it damned difficult to move.
“Would I ruin the mood if I mention that your gait is funny?”
“I’ve got three legs right now, rebel. It’s something I’m not real used to.”
She giggles, and you’d think a girl laughing about your dick would make a guy shrivel up a little but not me. Oh no, because Josie’s happiness makes me swell everywhere.
I make it to her room and throw her on the bed. She bounces and rolls on her side, her head propped up on her hand. I peel off my T-shirt with one hand and then rip the button fly of my jeans apart.
Her bright eyes spark at the sight of my rod tenting the fabric of my boxers. “I admit I’m not much of a science girl, so I paid less attention during those classes, but are we sure this is going to work?”
I take myself in hand and advance. “It’ll work.”
Eagerly she crawls to the edge of the bed. “This feels naughty,” she murmurs when I stop, my knees hitting the mattress.
“It’s because it is. We’re supposed to grope each other in the back of a car for about two months, fog up the windows, maybe make out in the back of a theater.”
“Instead, we’re diving into the deep end.” She places her fingertips on my forearms because while she’s a rebel at heart, there’s still some shyness to her, and she can’t quite bring herself to touch my bare chest and definitely not my ready dick that’s trying to shove itself in her mouth.
“I’ve got you. We’ll take it step-by-step. Kissing first.” I climb onto the bed, edging her backward until she’s plastered against the mattress. I hold my heavy frame off of her with an elbow digging into the bed. Our legs are tangled, and my cock is pressed against her hip. Precum is leaking out the tip, wetting my boxers and her jeans.
Her fingers flutter around my arms and neck, settling lightly on my shoulders. I lean forward and take her mouth, gently at first, trying to convey that I’m not in a hurry, that we can kiss all night, that there’s nothing I need right now. I only want her. Iwant to kiss her and touch her, but mostly I just want to be with her, to hold her close, to breathe in her scent, to fill my senses with all of what makes this girl Josie.
When her lips part, I sweep my tongue in. She tastes like sweetness, smoky and savory with a touch of cream from the milk she drank to wash down her chickpea pasta. I find the ridges of the roof of her mouth, trace the edges of her teeth, and stroke her tongue with mine. She kisses me back, shy at first and then with the eager verve she attacks life with.
I groan deeply and let my weight sink into her. My cock finds the warm valley between her legs. “We’re graduating from the necking to the dry humping.”
“Hope that stage doesn’t last long,” she says pertly.
I throw back my head in laughter. “The condition I’m in? It’ll be seconds, but I’ve got a second gear. Don’t you worry.”
Chapter Sixteen
JOSIE
The way Bam’s face softens when he laughs always makes my insides melt and flutter. How they can do both, I have no idea, but then again, my body acts differently around him.
It’s been that way from the start. I’m not talking just the physical reaction to him, either. I’m more relaxed around him, as though my body knows it can trust him. It might sound crazy, but that doesn’t make it untrue.
