Page 62 of Say it Ain’t So

Still, I was drawn to her. The moment my fingers touched her skin, her laughter stopped. Her eyes were dark as they locked on mine, and my body screamed to kiss her. To take her mouth and explore it with my tongue. To taste her for the first time since she’d left me in the desert without the flavor of her to sate my desire.

Her hand covering mine was the only thing that stopped me. It brought back an ounce of sanity, reminding me, once again, that’s not what I wanted for the night.

“I’d planned on a nice walk,” I told her, edging back so there was more distance between us. “You mentioned you like hiking, and while there’s⁠—”

“When?” Joss wrung her hands in her lap.

“When what?”

“When did I say— Oh.” She tucked a long, wet lock of hair behind her ear and bit her bottom lip. “Back then.”

“Back then,” I repeated. I turned away, because if I didn’t, I was sure to take her the way I’d been dreaming of. “There’s nowhere to hike here, but I thought a nice long walk would do. Get you out in nature, like you like.”

“That’s very sweet of you.” She reached for my hand. “Thank you.”

Giving her a squeeze, I nodded, then let her go so I could drive the truck. We were quiet while I drove her back to her place, and I feared I’d ruined everything. Reminders of our past were a real mood-killer, I’d found. The surprise thunderstorm—because that’s what the torrential rain had become as lightning clashed between the clouds—had ruined a perfectly good evening.

Or so I thought. Joss grabbed for my hand again after a particularly nasty clap of thunder had her jumping out of her seat. Once again, I wanted to hold her. To prove to her that she was safe, that I wouldn’t let anything happen to her.

“Let me walk you up,” I told her, nearly shouting over the sound of the rain pummeling my truck. There wasn’t a parking spot right out front, but I found one at the end of the block. Joss let me go long enough for me to pull into it and round the back of my truck, then we were clinging to each other as we raced to her front door.

Once inside, I couldn’t leave her. Not with the feel of her skin beneath my hands. We rushed into the elevator, and Joss slapped a button before she was suddenly in my arms.

Did I pull her to me, or did she turn into me? I couldn’t be sure, but as our mouths crashed together, I forgot to care.

There she was. The woman who stole my heart, clinging to my soaked body as I clung to hers. Kissing my mouth as I thrust my tongue into hers and tasted what I’d been missing all these years.

We fumbled out of the elevator, down the hall and to her door. She’d barely got it closed before I was sweeping her into my arms and turning to the room.

“Bed?” I asked, unable to say more, to keep my mouth from hers.

She whimpered and pointed, and I stumbled in that direction, my attention split between where my feet were taking me and what she was doing to me.

She tore my T-shirt up, exposing my rain-slicked skin before her fingertips grazed the top of my pants. I sucked in a sharp breath as she flicked through the button and zipper and shoved her hand inside. Her long, delicate fingers grazed the head of my cock before she wrapped them around it and that gentle touch had me buckling, dropping her onto her mattress before I was tumbling after.

“God, I’ve missed this,” she mumbled against my lips, her greedy hands raking my jeans down my hips and thighs as she latched onto my mouth and fucked it with her tongue.

She yanked my shirt over my head, breaking our kiss long enough for me to mutter, “Jesus, Joss,” before we were at it again. I shucked my pants, unable to think of anything but her touch as she returned her hands to my dick.

She swirled her thumb over the tip, which would have had my legs buckling if I weren’t already on my knees. In an instant, her hand was gone, but I didn’t have a chance to cry out my displeasure before she tore her mouth away from mine and licked my cock like a fucking lollipop.

This time, I did buckle. I fell to my hands, barely holding myself up as Joss shifted below me, taking my length into her mouth one smooth inch at a time. I looked down at her, at her hollowed cheeks, at her half-mast eyes, at her greedy hands that were clinging to my ass, pulling me forward until I hit the back of her throat.

She whimpered, then swallowed, and I swore to God, I died right there. It felt too good, too goddamn perfect, and though I’d never seen anything as sexy as Joss worshiping my cock, this wasn’t how I wanted this night to go.

Nothing about this night had gone the way I planned. A thought I pushed aside as I pulled free from her mouth, hooked an arm around her, and dragged her up to the middle of the bed.

“Let me take care of you, gorgeous.”

“Please, Rylan.” She stretched her neck, trying to reach my mouth, but I edged back and away.

“Be a good girl and tell me what you want.”

“I want you.” Her eyes locked on mine as she gripped my hips between her palms. “I want all of you, Rylan. Every last bit.”

My heart clenched and my stomach flipped and before I could respond, Joss was kissing me again. She tugged at my hips, guiding me between her open legs. I reached between us, only to be stopped by a silky fabric. Mouth locked on hers, I tugged her soaked panties down with one hand, my girl shimmying to get herself out of them. Then her hands were back on my ass, her tongue thrusting into my mouth, and she guided me forward until I was poised at her entrance.

“So help me, Rylan Dennis, if you don’t fuck me right now, I’ll never forgive you.”