Finally, he stops spinning me around and he comes to a stop.
He looks down at me and smiles.
My heart turns over in my chest. I’m slightly dizzy as I focus on him. My face is inches from his, so close that I can see his pupils dilating and feel his breath fall on my skin. My legs are wrapped around his hips and my arms cling to his shoulders. Suddenly, I’m aware of the heat of his hands gripping the space where my thighs and backside meet. I’m aware of my inner thighs wrapped around his middle. I’m aware of my sensitive breasts pressed against his chest. And I’m very, very aware of my lips only a breath away from his.
My body grows heavy and I sink further into him. My lips feel full and tingly. I lick them and move a little closer to him. Josh’s breath hitches as he stares down at my mouth. There’s nothing I want more than for him to span those few millimeters and press his lips to mine.
“Josh,” I whisper.
His pupils dilate even more.
“Yes, Gemma?”
“We did it.”
Then I can’t take it anymore, I lean forward and press my lips to his.
For a long moment he doesn’t move. He holds completely still as I take in the coolness of his mouth.
“Kiss me back,” I say.
Then, a dam inside him breaks.
He spins us around and shoves me against the apartment door. The thick wood rattles in the frame and vibrates against my back. Josh closes his mouth over mine. There isn’t any gentle coaxing or leisurely tasting. No. Not for Josh Lewenthal.
He bites my bottom lip, and when I gasp, he plunges in. His tongue licks at me, his teeth nip at me. He invades me. Never in my life have I experienced a kiss like this. He thrusts his tongue into my mouth and God help me I suck on it and try to pull him deeper.
I dig my fingers into his shoulders and lean into him. The way he’s kissing me, like he’s been waiting years to take my mouth, makes me feel disoriented and dizzy. I can’t tell up from down, I only know that I’m in Josh’s arms and he’s right in front of me.
He tastes just like I remember, like sweet longing, laughter, and promised pleasure. My whole body lights up and I moan at the sensations building in me. His mouth is soft and hard, smiling and insistent, gentle and demanding.
His fingers dig into my hips and I rock into his length. I cry out at the sparks that light in my core. He starts up a demanding rhythm, the pace of his mouth matching the rocking of his hips. I reach up and grasp the length of his hair and tug, so that I can have more of him. More of his kisses. More of his thrusting. More.
“More,” I say against his mouth. “More.”
The liquid ache spreading through me has centered in my core and it’s growing and growing. I rub myself over him and my entire body blazes in pleasure. I cry out.
That does it.
Josh swears and lowers me to the hardwood floor. I’m panting, my lips are swollen, my breasts are heavy and all I want is Josh to touch me everywhere. I ache for it. I ache for him.
He looks into my eyes and whatever he sees there makes him stop and stare.
“Don’t stop,” I tell him. Then, in case he needs encouragement, “I have lime Jell-O in the fridge if you need it.”
He lets out a laugh and the look in his eyes has shifted into one I recognize. It’s the same hungry, wanting look he wore the last time we were together on a hard floor.
“Not necessary,” he says.
Then he pushes me down and spreads me out beneath him. He moves to my feet and takes off my socks. He presses a kiss to each of my ankles, then he grasps my pants and tugs them down my legs. The fabric scrapes over my bare skin and I shiver at the fibers running over my legs. His hands circle my calves and he pulls my pants off. Then he trails his mouth up my calves, along my inner thighs and up to my panties.
I can’t help myself, I tilt up my hips. He spreads his hands over my hip bones and runs his fingers over me. The muscles inside me clench in response.
Then he takes my sweater and the cami underneath and pulls them gently over my head. I lean back to the hardwood, the coolness presses into my sensitized skin. I sprawl beneath him and luxuriate in the look in his eyes. It makes me feel wanton and beautiful.
I watch as he swallows and his Adam’s apple bobs in his throat. He’s…nervous?
Not possible.
I reach behind me and unlatch my bra. My breasts come free, and even though he claims he’s not a breast man, his eyes grow dark and heated. Then I move to my panties and ever so slowly I move them down my legs until I kick them off. I’m completely naked beneath him.