“Right back at you, love.” York nuzzled her neck, reveling in the scent of her floral perfume. He kissed her bare shoulder, her neck, all the way up to capture her lips in a kiss. “You could wear a paper bag, and you’d still be the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen.”
Josie cupped his cheeks, her fingers trailing against his dimples. That’s when York realized he had been smiling at her. He had smiled more in the last few days, than in the previous hundred years.
“Josie,” he whispered. He wasn’t too sure what he wanted to say.
In fact, it wasn’t words that he wanted to use. Not just then.
All of the apprehension he had felt at having sex for the first time in a century was slowly melting away. Every time they kissed, every minute they spent devouring each other’s mouths, his confidence increased.
York made a decision then.
He would keep kissing Josie, he would kiss her until all of his fears evaporated, so that he could finally make love to his mate. He grabbed her by the neck, crushing her into his body, his mouth finding hers.
More fears thawed until all there was left was his Josie.
Chapter Fifteen
York
Josie moaned into his mouth, when York gripped her ass, bringing her closer to him. His erection pressed against her as she crushed her breasts against his hard chest. He could have sworn that he felt her nipples through their clothes, and he was overcome by a sudden need to devour her breasts. Without breaking their lips’ embrace, he took Josie into his arms and walked them up the stairs to the guest bedroom that Josie had taken over.
York laid her gently down on the bed, and Josie kicked off her shoes. He grabbed hold of one foot, kissing her ankle, then her calf, her knee, every few inches of the smooth, tanned skin received a kiss. He stopped when he got to the hem at her thighs. Josie was tugging at his shirt, trying to pull it over his head. He obeyed her silent command, taking it off and throwing it over his shoulder. Josie sat up and placed a kiss against his heart as her hands traced down his chest, down the column of his abs, and to the waistband of his pants. Her fingers grazed against his jean-clad erection, and she watched his reaction, her eyes burning into his.
“We don’t have to do anything more than make-out,” she told him.
His heart slipped inside of his chest. He should have known that his Josie would have caught onto his reluctance to be more intimate. The realization made this moment all the more tender.
“I’ve waited long enough,” he rasped. “I almost fucked you in the safes of the bank, but I wanted our first time to be special.”
She inhaled a small gasp of surprise. Her hazel eyes melted, and she brought his head down for a kiss. “York, no matter where or when we have sex for the first time, it’ll be special. Because it’s you. Because it’s us.”
“Josie,” he whispered back, “I’m the one who is supposed to say sweet things to you.”
“Why?” she asked, her lips grazing his. “Someone needs to be sweet to you once in a while, too.”
His throat was thick with emotion. There was so much he wanted to say at that moment, but words were failing him. Instead, he kissed Josie with as much passion as he felt. The kiss alone could have melted down the brownstone, and he was only getting started. As they continued kissing, York pushed Josie back down onto the bed, his hand going up the hem of her dress, following the curve of her thigh. His fingertips brushed against her underwear. They were damp against his skin.
“You’re already wet for me,” he breathed.
“You’re a really good kisser,” she responded with a coy smile.
He wouldn’t be told twice. York leaned over her and took her mouth with his again. As he explored every inch of her body with his fingers, York tugged the dress higher and higher, until it was wrapped around her waist. Somewhere along the way, her dress, her bra, his pants, and socks were lost.
With the dress gone and Josie lying on the bed in nothing more than her panties, York nearly lost his mind. She was all smooth, perfect, and ready for him. He lowered his head between her parted legs, kissing her pussy through the thin material of her thong. He flicked his tongue through the lace, chuckling happily at the reaction he elicited from his mate. He slowly peeled the underwear off, wasting no time. He kissed her core again, this time, his tongue meeting her clit. Her sweet taste exploded in his mouth, her scent filling his nostrils.
“Fuck, Josie. You’re the best thing I’ve ever tasted.” He took another swipe at her to confirm just how wonderful her nectar was. Yup, he would definitely get addicted to this. He took longer licks up and down her lips, teasing her, before finally letting his tongue trace the edges of her nub. He closed his mouth around it, pulling it into his mouth completely. His tongue moved again as Josie’s hips lifted off the bed to meet his mouth. She was panting, writhing under his touch, her hands locked into the strands of his hair. He continued laving her clit with attention until Josie’s breath caught. He sucked on the nub, sending her over the edge. He watched as her body flushed with her release. Her hands continued gripping his hair while he licked, and licked, and licked, swallowing each wave of her climax.
He smiled at her, pleased that he had been able to bring his mate pleasure, but he was hardly done. He kissed his way up her body, stopping at her chest to deliver some attention to Josie’s beautiful breasts. He tweaked one nipple with his fingers, while he caressed the other with his tongue. She arched her back up, presenting all of herself to him, for him.
“I want you, Josie. So much.”
She nodded. “I’m yours, York. I really am. Take me.”
To demonstrate the point, she lifted her hips off the bed to grind up against his cock. The aching limb was weeping, begging to join in on the fun. He made quick work of his briefs and settled between her legs. The head of his cock was at her waiting entrance, but he didn’t push inside of her. Instead, he let the moment sink into his mind. This woman, the lovely, caring woman, was his.
She had flaws, but so did he.
She had a past, and he did, too.
None of that mattered at that moment.
It was them. Just them.
He took his cock in hand, positioning himself. His eyes were connected with hers as he slowly eased in. He stilled as he bottomed out, needing a moment. She was like a tight glove around his erection, soft and wet, tight and perfect. She clenched his cock, silently begging him to move. He did, easing out, before sliding back in. He set a slow rhythm, intent on making it last as long as possible. He wanted to remember every moment, every flash of emotion on Josie’s face, every feeling.
Josie dug her heels into his ass, her nails digging into his back as she met him, thrust for thrust. Pleasure and passion were coiled inside of him, and with every motion, he knew he was seconds away from losing himself to her once and for all. But he didn’t want to get there without Josie. He tilted his hips and moved out of her slowly, drawing out the movements until she was a breathless cloud of want under him. She moaned his name, swore to God, pleaded to come again.
When she did, clenching him hard, nails digging, his name on her lips, it was a moment made of pure devotion. He was right there behind her, his hips moving in and out of her with more speed as his climax overtook him.