Page 92 of Long Story Short

It becomes darker—more desperate. Like he was holding something back before…and now he’s not.

His mouth finds mine again, and I take the passionate way in which he kisses me as my answer—he isn’t going to stop this.

I wrap my fingers around him, pumping up and down once.

He moans against my mouth, and it’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard. I want to bottle it up forever and remember the power in hearing him make that sound because of me.

I repeat the motion, this time a little faster, reveling in his reaction to me touching him.

“Fuck,” he mutters, his lips moving against mine.

“Off,” I demand, my fingers wrapping around his waistband to get his boxer briefs and pants off him so I can see—and feel—all of him.

He doesn’t argue. He helps me without ever breaking the kiss.

I wish I had time to admire the sight before me, seeing him completely naked for the first time, but I’m too swept up in needing to feel him inside me to soak him in. Another time, I will, but right now, I have other priorities.

As if he can read my mind, Tyson pulls his lips from mine and begins to kiss a trail down my body. He starts down my neck, along my collarbone, over my breasts—stopping to lick my nipples through the fabric of my bra—before he begins to trail a kiss down my stomach.

My muscles tighten at the contact. He grabs onto my shorts and pulls them down my legs, bringing my panties that match the bra in the process. In one quick motion, he then reaches behind my back and unfastens my bra.

We’re both completely naked. I don’t know where Tyson has tossed any of the clothes we’ve removed, but I don’t care.

“I had every intention of dragging this out,” he confesses. He settles himself between my thighs, his gaze trained on me.

I shake my head because the thought of waiting any longer to feel him move inside me is painful. “No more waiting,” I plead. “I want you in my mouth,” I admit, “to make you feel as good as you made me feel, but first…”

My words fall short as he strokes up and down his cock as his eyes move over my body. I suck in a breath as my clit throbs without him even touching me. I can’t help it. The desperate way he looks at my body, like he’s a man starved and I’m his last meal, makes my entire body feel like it’s on fire with desire.

“But first, please fuck me, Ty.”

His eyes immediately find mine. There’s a darkness and heat to them that has my toes curling.

“You see this?” he asks, gesturing down to his dick. His thumb swipes over precum on the tip and moves it around.

I nod as my breaths get heavier.

“It’s because of you. I don’t think I’ve ever been so hard in my life. I’m fucking desperate for you, Josie. This is what you do to me. Remember that when you’re writing next time, how fucking gone I am for you. How just the sight of you and the smallest touch makes me this fucking hard. Write about it.”

I close my eyes for a moment as a rush of desire moves through me.

“Fuck, you’re wet,” Tyson mutters. He surprises me by running his fingers through my arousal, as if he needs to feel it himself.

“Ty,” I moan. “Fuck me. Please.”

He smirks. “Now, that’s begging,” he murmurs, bringing attention to the night he almost kissed me and how I thought I was begging for him then.

He slides two fingers inside me. “If this were one of your books, I wouldn’t be selfish. I’d spend time getting you ready for my cock before finally sliding inside you.”

“If this were one of my books, you’d be fucking me already,” I point out, letting out a moan when he hooks his finger inside me.

“Would me fucking you inspire you, Josie?”

The words have barely left his mouth before I start nodding. “They’d be the exact kind of inspiration I need.”

This makes him smile. He leans down and kisses me, this one slow and deep. I don’t know how long he kisses me while his fingers work in and out of me, but after some time, he pulls his lips from mine just enough to get words out.

“I need to get a condom.”