Total pages in book: 185
Estimated words: 180510 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 903(@200wpm)___ 722(@250wpm)___ 602(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 180510 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 903(@200wpm)___ 722(@250wpm)___ 602(@300wpm)
“Josie?” I toe off my shoes before tossing my jacket onto the back of the sofa on my way down the hall. The only light that’s on in the whole house is the one to her bathroom. I ease open the door.
“I need you.”
Those three words have haunted me since she sent the text and refused to answer her phone.
“Josie …” I sigh when I see her in the bathtub filled with water and bubbles. “Why are you home early, baby?” I toss my tie onto the floor and unbutton my shirt.
When she turns her head toward me, I’m struck in the chest with the saddest smile I’ve ever seen. “You’ve never called me that,” she whispers.
“Called you what?” I kneel next to the bathtub and press my lips to the side of her wet head, closing my eyes for a second to inhale her faint floral scent.
“Baby.”
“Sorry. Do you not like it?” I sit back on my heels.
She tries for a genuine smile, but it’s as if her face won’t let her. “I do. It makes me feel…” her gaze drifts to the bubbles as she smooths the top of them with her hand “…innocent.”
Innocent?
This has to be about the girl. The innocent girl she claims to have been.
As I open my mouth to ask about her trip, she abruptly stands, water and suds clinging to her naked body. “Do I look innocent?” Her voice barely a whisper.
I question if I’m hearing her exact words. My gaze roves along her body. “Baby, that’s a loaded question with you standing in front of me looking like you do after weeks of not touching you like…” my gaze lifts to her “…like I want to touch you.”
“Touch me,” she whispers, her hands reaching for my shoulders. She snakes them around my neck.
“You’re wet.”
“I know.” She kisses me, leaning into me, forcing me to wrap my arms around her body to keep us from falling.
Her legs wrap around my waist when I lift her from the bathtub. Her lips move against mine with urgency.
“Are you … o-okay to do this?” I fight to get my words out between kisses. My dick is ready to break through my pants. It’s hating me for questioning what’s happening.
“Mosley … just fuck me.”
She wins. So does my dick. My conscience will deal with the rest later.
“W-what are you d-doing?” she murmurs against my mouth when I rest her backside on the vanity.
“I’m doing as you asked.” I rip off my shirt and shove down my pants.
“Coltennn!” One of her hands flies to the edge of the sink when I plunge into her. The other hand rakes down my chest.
“Tell me you’re okay,” I whisper against her ear while my hands grip her ass. I want to move. I need to move. But I refuse to hurt her.
“Don’t stop,” she says on a harsh breath, her legs wrapping around my waist.
She looks like my Josephine. She feels like my Josephine.
Her touch.
Her voice in my ear.
The beat of her heart so close to mine.
But something is missing. Just … something.
“Harder, Colten …” Her fingers curl into my flesh, pulling me closer.
I drive into her over and over.
“Harder!” she demands.
“Jesus, Josie …” I can’t go any harder without breaking her. So I go faster. I grip her ass harder with one hand and grab her breast with my other hand, pinching her nipple hard.
“Hard—”
I kiss her, cutting her off, reaching my tongue to her fucking tonsils. Her long moan touches every inch of my skin when we find our release while every muscle contracts.
Josie wriggles out of my hold. I take a step back, breathless. She lowers to her knees and wraps her lips around my cock.
“Fuck … J-Josie …” I don’t know what she’s doing. It’s … not necessary. It’s so damn unexpected. I should tell her to stop. One hand reaches for the wall while my other hand finds her head, my fingers threading through her hair. I’m going to tell her to stop in just … a second.
Fuck me … that feels good.
She releases me and kisses her way up my body, her hand on my cock, replacing her mouth. Her teeth tease my nipples, firmly biting each one, making my body jerk. I feel her grin against my skin while her lips ghost their way to my ear. “Fuck me again, Mosley. Only this time … harder.”
CHAPTER FIVE
I slip out of bed a little before 3:00 a.m., leaving Colten naked on his stomach and dead to the world.
The pain is numbing. I need to feel something real, something in this life. Something human … something humane.
Colten could have broken every bone in my body, ripped me apart with his teeth like an animal, and it still wouldn’t have been enough.
Hugging myself, I sit in the corner of the sofa and stare out the window while my fingernails dig into the flesh on the back of my arms. It’s been years since I’ve had long nails, but I’ve had other things on my mind that didn’t involve grooming habits.