“Oh.”
She did as he asked, her small hand gripping the base of his cock, and he let himself relax a little. She gave him a quick grin, and then her mouth engulfed him, warm and wet, and he closed his eyes and gave himself over to the pleasure. The world shrank to nothing but the tug of her mouth, the squeeze of her hand. He couldn’t remember ever feeling this needy.
Focus.
Her tongue swiped over him, and his balls tightened. He was so close, and he tried to pull away, but she held him, her fingers tightening their grip as she sucked harder, concentrating on the sensitive tip. His eyes opened to find her gaze focused on him as though he was her whole world, and something twisted deep inside him. His hand came up to fist in her hair, pull her closer, hold her to him as his hips jerked.
She loosened her grip, her fingers stroking his balls then squeezing gently, and it was enough to send him over the edge and he came in her mouth, pleasure shooting through him, his head going back as she continued to suck, and his orgasm went on and on. Finally, he was spent, and he tugged on her silky hair until she released him and looked up.
“Thank you,” he said. “That was…perfect.”
She sat back on her heels, wiped her mouth, and licked her lips. “Really?”
“Really. Now it’s your turn. You’ll have to tell me what turns you on.”
“You turn me on,” she said. “Just you.”
That thing twisted in his gut again, something scary that he didn’t want to investigate too closely. He was doing a lot of that lately—ignoring his gut feelings. Gut feelings he’d relied on in the past to keep him alive.
She got to her feet and went and curled up on the bed facing him. He followed, sat with his back to the wall, and she came closer so she could rest her head on his thigh.
“Did you know a pig’s orgasm lasts thirty minutes?”
“Really? Then I’m glad I’m not a pig. Not sure I could take thirty minutes of that without disintegrating.”
“It was okay, then?”
He stroked her hair. “It was perfection. Give me five minutes to recover, and I’ll return the favor.”
“Good. Because I fantasized about that as well.”
“I hope I live up to your imagination.”
She turned slightly and kissed his thigh. “You’re better than I could have ever imagined. My fantasy husband.”
And there was that niggle of unease again. And once again he ignored it.
…
Lexi was raiding the fridge. It was two in the afternoon, and she was a fair way to sore and exhausted. Josh had returned the favor, and not even in her imagination had she dreamed she could come so hard. And for so long. Then he’d flipped her over and taken her from behind.
She sighed. He was addictive. Which was a problem, because he was also bossy, and a loner, and a total commitment-phobe. She had to keep reminding herself that this was temporary.
Don’t get attached.
It’s what she had to keep telling herself when she worked with the animals at the rescue center. She couldn’t keep them all. And she couldn’t keep Josh.
“You okay?” She jumped as Jean spoke from behind her. “I thought you were at work.”
“No, I’m playing hooky today.”
“With Josh?”
She nodded.
“I’m glad it’s working out. You spend too much time looking after everyone else. You need someone to look after you for a change.”
She opened her mouth to say that she didn’t think Josh was the looking after type—in fact, she knew he wasn’t because he’d told her so—but the sound of tires on the gravel outside distracted her. She glanced out the window to see a black car pulling up. “Oh God, it’s my grandmother.” If anything could break her mood it was a visit from the family from Hell. “Please, Jean, tell her I’m out. Tell her I’ve left the country. Anything.”
Jean patted her arm. “Okay, sweetheart. I’ll take care of it. You get back to your man.”
She grabbed the food and hurried out and up the stairs. She slammed the door to the bedroom, dropped the food on the bed and hurried to the window, peering out. Her grandmother climbed out of the car, Daniel out of the driver’s seat, and together they walked the few feet to the front door. She couldn’t see them from here, but held her breath. A minute later they headed back to the car, climbed in and drove off, and she gave a sigh of relief.
“Everything okay?”
She turned. Josh was naked and obviously unashamed. For once he wasn’t hard, though she did detect a little twitch as she stared.
Telekinesis?
“Fine,” she said. “Just my grandmother coming to visit. Don’t worry. Jean sent her away.” She sank onto the bed beside him. “I brought some ice cream.”
“Did you? You ever have a fantasy involving ice cream?”
“I might have done.”
“You want to share?”
She grinned and reached for the tub. “How about I show you this one.”