Joslynn never had a chance to catch her breath. Accustomed to being the aggressor and enjoying her power over her lovers, she wasn’t given time to even try to take the reins. The way Russ was kissing her, touching her, flooded her senses.
She loved how he was taller than she was. Most of her lovers had been fairly close to her height, which gave her a bit of an advantage. She could always look them directly in the eye, and in her mind, being eye to eye gave her a level playing field.
Everything about the intimacies she shared with Russ was different. She had to rise on tiptoes to kiss him, which was easier if she draped her arms around his neck. Rubbing against him was so erotic.
His scent surrounded her, filled her, as did his taste. Their tongues mated, chasing from one mouth to the other as he slid his palms down her back to cup her ass. Then he pulled her hard against him.
She let out a low moan when she felt his erection rubbing against her. “I want you,” she whispered.
Instead of replying, he buried his lips against her neck, nibbling and licking and driving her insane.
After tilting her head to give Russ more access to her sensitive neck, Joslynn raked her fingers through his hair, loving the way the buzz cut tickled her skin. By the time he worked his way up to her ear, she was panting with desire.
“I want you,” she said, her voice a little louder and full of demand.
His deep voice rumbled against her temple. “Patience.” When he ran his tongue around the ridges of her ear, she shivered.
Patience? Was he nuts?
One thing she’d learned about sex was that desire could be fleeting. If his blood was running as hot as hers at that moment, the two of them shouldn’t be wasting time. With anyone else, she would already be leading him to her bedroom.
It was clear that Russ Green wasn’t about to be led anywhere. He was piloting this encounter, and all Jos could do was hang on tight and enjoy the ride.
* * *
The huskiness in her voice was almost his undoing.
Russ wanted to take his time, to make their first time together special. He might not have the experience with women that Ethan and Brad did, but his feelings for Josie were inspiring all sorts of creative ideas on what he wanted to do to her. With her.
Her gorgeous face and stunning body had haunted his dreams from the moment he’d seen her emerge from that Georgia pool. Now that he knew she was every bit as stunning inside as out, he only wanted her more.
Kissing her sent blood racing through his veins and set his heart to hammering. Her tongue was wild, each stroke sending his desire climbing. It took all his concentration to stop touching her long enough to unbutton her black blouse. His fingers felt thick and clumsy, but he worked his way down until he could part the front and reveal her bra.
It was a vivid purple. A surprise but something that suited her well. There was nothing conventional about his Josie.
Before he could go to work on removing more of her clothing, she pulled his shirt out of his jeans and lifted his polo over his head. “Oh my…” she said, staring at his bared chest. When she raked her fingers through the light patch of hair over his pecs and licked her lips, heat rushed to his cock.
Unable to find any words, he banished her blouse to the floor. Holding eye contact, finding her sensual gaze incredibly arousing, he unzipped her jeans and helped her wriggle out of them. They puddled around her ankles, and she kicked them aside. Only then did he allow himself to take in all of Joslynn.
Her body was incredible. Not that he didn’t already know that. What she wore as she ran revealed her shape quite well, and the swimsuit she’d worn had shown off each curve. But seeing her bare skin, knowing that for that moment he could touch, could taste every inch of it was almost enough to make him lose control. He leaned in to kiss the butterfly tattoo over her heart. “Sweet Lord, you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
“Flattery will get you just about anything you want, Mr. Green.” She leaned forward to lick one of his nipples.
Russ hissed out a breath. “I don’t say anything I don’t mean.”
“Neither do I,” Josie replied before giving his other nipple the same attention. Her fingers nimbly unfastened his button-fly jeans, and he pushed them down and then stepped out of them.
“A briefs kind of guy,” she said. “But I have to admit, I didn’t expect them to be baby blue.”
He shrugged, having better things to focus on than his choice of underwear. Cupping her face in his hands, he kissed her again as she wrapped her arms around his waist. When they finally broke the kiss long enough to catch his breath, he knew he couldn’t wait much longer to make her his.
“Put your legs around me,” he said, placing his hands against her hips.
“Shouldn’t we—”
“Come on, Josie. Go.” As he lifted, she did as he asked, wrapping her legs firmly around his hips.
Turning, he headed toward the bedroom.
* * *
None of her lovers had ever made Joslynn feel the way Russ did—as though her pleasure was more important than his own. The way he touched her, kissed her, conquered her made her feel cherished.
Almost loved.
He set her on her feet next to the bed, and then his hands seemed to be everywhere. Touching her hips. Caressing her shoulders. Covering her breasts. After he popped the clasp, he helped her shrug out of her bra. “You really are beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.”
The heat of a blush took her by surprise. After all her years working in medicine, she wasn’t easily embarrassed. She’d seen and heard just about everything.
Then Russ had told her she was beautiful and she’d found herself humbled by his praise.
He gave her compliment after compliment, and she felt her blush grow hotter. So she tossed him a compliment of his own. “You’re built like a brick house.”
A smile bloomed on his face.
“I mean it. You could probably still play football.”
“Fuck football.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her roughly against him. “I have better things to do.” His mouth covered hers in a kiss that was almost brutal.
They were both way past playing. Joslynn returned the ferocity of his kiss as their hands fumbled to get what little that remained of their clothing out of the way. As she pushed his briefs past his hips, his erection sprang forward. She let the briefs fall and wrapped her fingers around his thick cock.
He closed his eyes as if savoring her touch, so she stroked the silky skin, loving the feel of the hardened flesh. She considered dropping to her knees to take him in her mouth, but he brushed her hand aside and drew her back into his embrace. Then his lips were on hers again before he swept her into his arms and laid her on her bed. He came down on top of her as she parted her thighs.
No man had ever picked her up like that before. She was too tall, too muscular. Yet Russ made her feel almost…delicate. As he kissed her, she reached over and fumbled in the nightstand drawer to retrieve a condom.
As though sensing her desperation, he moved to his side and allowed Joslynn to roll on the condom.
“Now, Russ,” she said.
* * *
Those two words hit Russ as hard as an NFL tackle. Her want and need were plain, want and need that matched his own. Josie spread her legs wider, grabbed his cock, and guided him home.
She was so hot, so wet. Unable to temper his pace, he withdrew and then plunged in again. As she wrapped her legs around his hips, he lost all control.
And she was there with him, her hips rising each time he pushed into her, and she scored his shoulders with her nails, the sting only adding to his pleasure. Holding on to just enough discipline to wait for her, he caught the first tremors of her release, her flesh rippling around his cock until he lost the battle to hold back. Thrusting into her one last time, he let out a near shout at the strength of his orgasm.
In that moment of utter bliss, he realized one very important thing.
Joslynn Wright belonged with him.
And he was never going to let her go.
* * *
As light streamed through her bedroom skylight, Joslynn woke up in Russ’s arms, which came as a huge surprise. Not once in her life had she slept the whole night with another person in her bed. Yet here he was, letting out slow, even breaths that were not quite snores as he lay there gloriously naked. Since they’d kicked the quilt and sheet down to the foot of the bed, she was able to lean up on an elbow and get a good eyeful of the man she’d finally made love to.
There wasn’t an ounce of fat on him, and his muscular chest would’ve inspired a sculptor. Although he was relaxed in sleep, his stomach still bore the outline of six-pack muscles. His arms were thick and well defined. He looked like what he’d been once upon a time—a quarterback.
Memories of the night brought a smile to her lips. Russ was a fantastic lover. The men she’d previously slept with had a bad habit of being a bit selfish in bed, often thinking only of their own pleasure. Not Russ. He’d made it quite clear that her pleasure was as important as his. And he’d definitely pleased her. More than once.
As she stared at his cock, her eyes widened as it slowly began to grow. Her gaze shifted to capture his. Those blue eyes were now open and fixed on her.
“Good morning,” she said, not at all ashamed of having been blatantly staring at his body.
Instead of returning her greeting, he cupped her neck and pulled her into a lingering kiss.
Although Joslynn might have been content to make love to him again, she was desperately in need of caffeine. Her important schedule had been derailed by being awake when she should’ve been sleeping, and she felt punchy. Sluggish. If they were going to burn up the sheets again, she wanted to be at her best. That required coffee.
“Breakfast first.” She stroked his now firm cock. “Then dessert.”
His heavy sigh brought a smile to her lips. “If you insist.”
Rolling away from him, she got to her feet. “I do.” Opening her closet, she grabbed two things—her favorite Japanese-print silk robe and an oversized terry-cloth robe that she used on especially cold nights. She handed the bigger garment to Russ. Then she donned the silk and tied the belt. “I’ll make some coffee, and then I’ll make us some food.”
* * *
Russ picked up his empty plate and carried it to the sink, and Joslynn couldn’t help but be surprised yet again. The man had a way of constantly challenging her preconceived notions about men. He’d helped prepare their egg-white omelets without being asked, something she found endearing. Normally she liked to be self-sufficient. Opening her own doors was better than appearing to be a weakling who needed to wait for some man to help her out. Since they were sharing the meal, she was quite pleased to allow him to share the preparation and cleanup as well.
While he loaded the dishwasher, she took care of putting away the leftovers. As she bent over to return the egg carton to the bottom refrigerator shelf, she let out a gasp when he grabbed her hips and rubbed up against her from behind.
Smiling, she pushed back, loving the feel of his erection against her bottom. “I take it you’re ready for dessert,” she said as she straightened up.
Russ turned her to face him, wrapped his arms around her, and lifted her off her feet. As he walked backward, he shut the refrigerator door with a kick. The seductive smile on his face fired her blood. “Absolutely.”
He set her down on the table, and she let her legs dangle over the side, suddenly noticing he’d cleared everything from it, including the small vase of flowers she always kept there. Then he produced a condom from the pocket of his robe.
“You’re a Boy Scout,” she teased.
He winked. “Always prepared.” Flicking open the tie on his robe, he stepped between her thighs and leaned down to kiss her.
Joslynn couldn’t remember the last time she’d become so hot so quickly. Seeing him naked and aroused—and knowing that she was the reason he was in that state—turned her on. She plucked the condom from his fingers.
As his hands worked on removing her robe, she opened the package and rolled the condom on his cock. Her arms around his neck, she kissed him, pushing her tongue past his lips and hoping she could excite him as completely as he’d excited her. She grasped his bottom lip between her teeth and tugged.
Russ growled, the sound racing straight to her core. This time wasn’t going to be slow and teasing. No, this would be fast and rough and exactly what she needed.
Using his hips to ease her legs farther apart, he stared deeply into her eyes as he entered her. The intensity Joslynn saw there stole her breath away. Then he captured her mouth in a searing kiss and pressed home.
She moaned into his mouth before gripping his shoulders tightly to ground herself as he thrust into her again and again. Everything inside her tightened until the heat uncoiled through her limbs in a burst. He came only a moment behind her.
Although her breathing was still choppy, she smiled. “I think it gets better each time.”
He returned her smile. “That’s because we care about each other, Josie. I told you. It makes all the difference.”