“Vik?” Josie asks, confusion beating at her brow.
“Expecting someone else to follow you in here?” My palm itches as the idea takes shape in my mind.
“What? No. Of course not.”
I have to admit that the look of utter disgust and shock eases the anger cruising through my veins. Even plastered and pissed at me, the idea of being with another man seems to be the furthest thing from her mind.
“Good. Because the last thing I want to deal with right now is a dead body, I’d much rather handle my woman.”
She scoffs, reaching forward to turn off the water from washing her hands. I crowd behind her, grasping her waist in a tight hold. My fingers dig into the softness there, and my nose finds the top of her head, inhaling the smell of home.
My home. My girl. My everything.
My fingers trail slowly down her hips until they reach the hem of her denim skirt and curl around the stiff material. I don’t rip it up like I want to. Instead, I still and lift my gaze to the mirror in front of us. Glossy eyes bright from lust or alcohol, I can’t tell, meet mine.
She’s flushed, chest heaving quickly with every breath. Her tongue peaks out, swiping along her bottom lip, and I want to follow it with my own, dragging it down her neck, until I move low enough to swirl it around her hard, peaked nipples.
“Miss me, baby?”
Keeping hold of her skirt, I let a rough finger drag against her skin, just reaching the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh. She tightens against me, squirming in my hold. Her ass brushes against my already hard cock, and I bite back the groan rumbling in my chest.
She shakes her head in defiance, but I see the moment she feels me nestled between her ass, and like a cat in heat, she forgets her answer and rubs against it without reserve.
This time, there’s no quieting the beast within me. He’s desperate to be fed, and I think it’s time to open his cage.
MAKE A MESS OF ME
JOSEPHINE
Miss him?
I miss his rough touch digging into my skin. His head between my thighs, the coarse hair of his beard leaving its impression on my sensitive flesh. His hard cock hitting that spot so deep inside, it comes with a pinch of pain every time he bottoms out inside of me.
But miss him?
Fuck, I’m too drunk to make that call.
My body shivers as his finger ghosts against my inner thigh, inches away from the edge of my drenched panties. I want to squeeze my thighs together, quell the ache there, but he’ll feel it.
Do I really care?
My ass moves without permission, grinding against the thick steel shoving between my cheeks. My body knows what my heart wants before my mind can reel it back in.
It’s too late.
“Fuck, Josie,” he groans, leaning down to trace his nose along my neck, before his teeth sink into the sensitive spot where it meets my shoulder.
My hands slap against the discolored tile around the crazing sink. He’s not playing fair, but what’s new? This man knows my body better than anyone ever has.
I wasn’t exactly Virgin Mary when we met, but in my early twenties, I’d yet to find any guy that was willing to work an orgasm out of me before he got his, let alone the multiple orgasms Vik demands from me anytime we fuck. If you’d told me back then there were men like him, I would have laughed in your face.
The dull base of the music out in the bar beats through the small bathroom. My eyes flick to the door, wondering if I could shove him hard enough to escape his overwhelming hold on me.
That’s definitely not what you want.The drunk devil on my shoulder instigates. She’s not wrong, and with my defenses scattered on the floor from the alarming amount of alcohol I’ve consumed in the last hour, there’s only one way I’m walking out of this bathroom tonight—thoroughly fucked.
His teasing touch leaves my skin, stealing the connection I’ve been denying myself for weeks. Goosebumps erupt in his wake, a shiver driving down my spine. My clit pulses ready for attention.
In a blur my eyes can’t track, his fingers yank my skirt above my hips, the thick material bunching around my waist. Cool air coasts against my exposed flesh, refreshing for a moment, but it’s not enough to temper the raging inferno stoked to life by a man with a single mission on his mind.
