I yanked him through the entrance and up the flight of stairs to the second floor. I had already unbuttoned his shirt and was pulling up his thermal when my back slammed against my door.
Josh smiled against my mouth, pulling my keys from my hand and reaching behind me to unlock the door. He lifted me up, and I hooked my ankles at his backside as he carried me across the threshold. With a slam, he kicked the door shut, and then we were on the floor, frantically tearing at each other’s clothes.
My skin burned as he yanked the denim down my legs, rough and careless. That is what I loved most about Josh: he didn’t hold back. Everything he felt was raw, and passion was no exception. I gripped my scrub top and, in one motion, slipped it over my head. Getting lost with him had become my favorite thing. Josh wasted no time shoving my tank top up my stomach and over my chest, palming my right breast in his cold hand. My fingers trembled, fumbling to find the button of his jeans. Once the small piece of metal was in my hand, I worked frantically to free him from the confines of the fabric.
He backed away, his hand covering mine.
“Slow down, baby.” He pressed his lips to my jaw, working his way down my neck. I groaned in frustration as he chuckled against my skin.
“What are you? A sadist?” I asked, only half teasing.
He looked up with an innocent smile, the dimple in his cheek deepening. He stretched his neck to place a soft kiss on the tip of my nose.
“Avery,” he whispered against my cheek, pulling on the drawstring of my scrub pants. “I want to do something with you I’ve never done.”
I swallowed, imagining painful, wicked things that weren’t at all comfortable. “Like what?”
He frowned, pushing up onto his hands to hover above me. “Do we really have to discuss it first?”
“Yes,” I said without hesitation. “I’m a little nervous. There’s not a lot you haven’t done.”
He looked away, brushing his chin against his shoulder. After a few moments of thought, he looked down at me. “I want to take my time. I want to look into your eyes and make love to you.”
“That’s sweet,” I said, sincere. I touched his face. “Can we try that later?”
He made a face, clearly unhappy.
I reached down into his jeans, cupping his warm skin in my palm.
He held his breath.
“I need you inside me. We can take our time later when my thighs aren’t screaming to be wrapped around you.”
“Avery,” he protested, his breathing labored.
I gripped his girth and gently squeezed. “Please.”
His lips curved up into a wicked grin before he lifted his weight from my body. His thick fingers curled around my hips as he gripped my flesh so tightly I knew I would find purple marks that would last for days. With one swift movement, he flipped me onto my stomach, my knees sturdy on the thick gray rug, my palms slapping flat on the wooden floor.
Just outside the frosted windows of my apartment, the leaves had long changed and covered the ground. Inside my apartment felt like the height of summer. Beads of sweat formed along my hairline, and a thin sheen of sweat formed between my palms and the floor.
I listened to the teeth of his zipper slowly open behind me before he slipped his fingertips under the edge of my panties, twisting and tugging until the fabric bit into my flesh and gave way, leaving me exposed to him. He grabbed my hips again and pulled me back until I was completely on the rug. With his other hand, he guided my torso lower, directing me to rest my cheek against the soft carpet.
His warm body covered mine, his lips grazing my back as his tip teased my entrance.
My fingers knotted in the fabric of the rug, bracing for him. I bit my lip hard, trying not to beg.
He leaned forward, his torso covering my back. I tensed, hoping at any moment he would slide inside me. Instead, his lips ghosted along the shell of my ear.