I devour her lips and palm her ass, yanking up her skirt so I can lift her around my hips. I grunt as her body becomes flush to mine. I’ve needed this. I’ve craved this. For weeks, I’ve wanted her back in my arms. I savor the weight of her as I turn to head down the hallway toward my room. Enough talking, enough sharing, enough interrogating. Enough whatever the fuck this fucked-up night was. I want her, and she wants me. That’s the only universal truth that matters right now.
I kick the door open, bypassing my bed and heading into the bathroom. Lynsey pulls her lips from mine, breathlessly asking, “What are you doing?”
“I’m going to fuck you in my bathroom,” I state, my voice gruff with need.
“Why?”
I dip my head to her mouth and bite her lower lip before growling, “Because I like to finish things I start.”
I set her on the counter in the same spot she was before. I step back and undress, my eyes never leaving hers as I ditch my shirt, jeans, and boxer briefs. She stares shamelessly at my cock that’s been some version of hard since I left this bathroom earlier this evening. I move toward her, my bare tip gliding up her skirt as I reach behind her and unzip her dress, the softness of her skin beneath my fingertips.
She pulls her arms out of the top, letting the fabric pool around her belly, and I use the opportunity to pay homage to the breasts that have been tormenting me for the past month. I pop her bra off and assault her nipples, sucking on the hard nubs and sliding my tongue over them. After Lynsey’s very pointed conversation with Dr. Lizzy—no pun intended—I’m no longer worrying about being gentle. Right now, I want to hear her scream.
When I tap my teeth against her tender flesh, Lynsey cries out, her body falling back against the large mirror as her fingers slice through my hair. God, I love her hands in my hair. It electrifies me in the most carnal way and makes all the veins in my cock throb with need.
I help her off the counter to remove her dress. Turning her around, I bend her over, and our eyes connect in the mirror as I position my cock at her slit.
“You want me, Jones?” My eyes pierce hers like lethal weapons as I push the tip in.
“Yes, Josh.” Her voice is breathy as she splays her hands out on the granite.
“Tell me how bad you want me,” I demand, desperate to hear the desire in her voice again.
“God, I want you so bad,” she cries out, biting her lip and driving me even more wild with that sexy look on her face.
“Do you know how bad I’ve wanted to fuck you since the moment you stepped foot in my house?” I ask, pressing only another inch inside her and relishing in the way her jaw drops in a silent cry of agony. “Watching you prance around in your bra and underwear, doing fucking yoga, and changing your work outfit three times every day? Goddammit you drive me crazy.”
“Yes,” she cries when I give her another inch. “Josh, please. Please fuck me.”
“Have you wanted me to fuck you all this time, Lynsey?” I ask, watching her face as she nods. “Have you been running around half naked just to torture me?”
“Yes,” she says, her voice labored and raspy. “I’ve wanted to fuck you since the moment I told you I didn’t want to fuck you.”
“Why do you deny us this, Jones?” I ask, pressing in a tiny bit farther, my hands biting into her hips as I stop myself from slamming all the way into her. “Why deny us what feels so fucking good?”
“I don’t know,” she moans, her head tipping back as she presses against me, greedily taking me all the way inside her as she firmly adds, “But no more.”
“Damn right,” I growl with a light smack to her ass as I increase my speed, thrusting wildly inside her, as deep as her body will let me.
Her noises echo off the tile walls as we quench a thirst that has silently built inside us for weeks.
She can blame her hormones.
I can blame her.
Blame her for being so fucking sexy and so perfect for my cock.
God, she feels good. This feels good. Watching her watch me in the mirror as I plunge in and out of her in rapid succession. Thank fuck we got clearance for a little rough play because when I smack her ass, she begs for more, clearly loving to take it as much as I love to give it.
“Don’t stop,” she exclaims, panting and screaming, her breath as loud as mine as I stroke her G-spot with my cock. “I’m so close!”
“So am I,” I growl, biting my lip to hold off until she’s ready, until her climax can finish me off.
I reach around and rub her clit in hard circles, and she’s screaming my name in seconds and dropping her face to the cold countertop. Her climax squeezes my cock as I empty inside her and then still, letting the aftershocks of her orgasm milk me completely.
After a couple of minutes, I gently pull out of her and appreciate the view of her naked and sexually spent body draped over my bathroom counter. Turning my focus, I step into the tiled shower and flip on the water. Once the temperature is hot, I slowly peel her off the counter and guide her into the shower.
Her eyes are half closed as she steps under the waterfall shower. I set about wetting down her hair and washing it. I take special care to avoid her baby bump as I scrub the other parts of her body with my soapy hands, and then do the same to myself as she wipes away her makeup with a washcloth.
When we step out, she lets me wrap a towel around her and lead her to my bed. She pauses when I pull back the covers. “I can sleep in my bed.”
I frown, staring at her big brown eyes that are rimmed with leftover makeup. “You’ll sleep here,” I demand, and thankfully, she doesn’t argue.
She drops her towel and slips under the covers naked while I do the same. She turns away from me as I lie on my back and stare at the ceiling. We’re both quiet as my mind wanders to the events of the night. A lot has happened in a short amount of time, which has kind of become the story of our lives as of late. I don’t know what she’s thinking or what any of this means, but I’m too tired to give a fuck.
Josh never fully smiles.
I lie propped on my elbow as Josh’s chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm. The early morning sun streams in through his enormous bedroom windows that have no blinds because the only thing that can see inside is nature. I hope nature enjoyed the show last night because I certainly did.
Josh’s sandy brown hair sticks out all over the place as his mouth hangs open to release his faint snore. Even with the snoring flaw, he’s easily the sexiest man I’ve ever been with. Even if he doesn’t ever smile. He grins, he smirks, and the corners of his mouth twitch quite a bit, but a full-blown smile doesn’t seem to exist for him. I wonder if he’s always been like that, or if it’s something that’s come from years of treating sick people.
Sick children.
A heaviness settles in my belly over that thought. How could he not mention that to me? He lived the majority of his adult life in Baltimore as a pediatric oncologist and that fact just never came up? Not possible. Something major must have happened there for him to purposely omit that part of his past. Surely going from a pediatric oncologist to a small city ER doctor is a demotion, right?
I’m desperate to know the full story, but one lesson I’ve learned after last night is that forcing Josh into something—like telling his parents we’re having a baby—isn’t going to turn out well.