He smiled coolly despite the fire building in his gut. “So you did get my message?”
“Yes, I got your message.” Amy turned away from him and focused her gaze straight ahead.
So she’d gotten his message and chose to ignore him. That bothered the shit out of him. He took a deep breath. If this had been any normal woman, he would’ve just walked away right now. But Amy wasn’t any ordinary woman. He had no idea why or what kind of spell she had him under, but he knew he wasn’t leaving this bar without her. One way or another, he had to convince her to come home with him. Josh pushed off the bar and stood behind her, letting her feel his erection as he leaned down to whisper in her ear. “We have some unfinished business, Amy. A lot of it.” He pushed his hips forward and he heard her breath catch. “Now, we can take care of that business right here, in front of everyone, or you can meet me over by the bathrooms.” Without waiting for her response, he made his way toward the bathroom, knowing full well that she’d follow.
And she did.
As soon as Josh caught sight of her, he pinned her against the wall with his body, and put his hands on either side of her head on the wall. He looked down at her and his body revolted in protest when he didn’t immediately kiss her lips or tear her clothes off. “You’re a hard woman to find, Amy.”
She licked her lips and looked up at him. He groaned. “Why are you looking for me in the first place?” Her voice was barely above a whisper and it reminded him of how she’d sounded when she’d moaned his name.
“I told you. We have some unfinished business,” he said, getting progressively closer to her mouth.
“We do?”
The innocent act would usually annoy him and turn him off, but when she did it, it seemed genuine and that only made her more attractive in his eyes. “Yes, we do.” Then he pressed his lips to hers and took what he’d been waiting for all week. His tongue explored her mouth like it was the very first time and she responded in kind. She arched toward him and moaned into his mouth. He groaned and deepened the kiss, taking pleasure in the fact that the spark he’d felt between them was real, that she felt the same way he did.
“Josh,” she said breathlessly, pulling away from his kiss. “What do you want from me?”
Her question shocked him. He pulled back slightly and watched as she fought to open her eyes. “Just you, baby,” he said before claiming her lips in another long, passionate kiss. “I want you back in my arms, in my bed.”
Amy groaned, but didn’t stop him from kissing across her jaw and down the column of her neck. “Josh.” It was more a moan than a word, but he knew what she’d meant.
“C’mon, Amy, don’t tell me you don’t want me again. I can feel it. So can you.” He put his hands on her hips and yanked her tight against his body, letting her feel the massive erection she so easily gave him.
“Here?” she whispered, her gaze darting back and forth.
Josh cocked a brow and considered that for half a second. Taking her right here would be a new one for him, and the idea was tempting, but he laughed and shook his head. “No, not here, my place.”
Amy’s heart thundered in her chest as she considered his invitation – which she couldn’t believe she was doing. What they did, it was only supposed to be one night. But somehow he’d managed to find her and was now demanding more. How much more she wasn’t exactly sure, but it would cost her at least one night. She chewed on her bottom lip and wished he’d give her some space. It was impossible to think when he was so close, when his masculine cologne was assaulting her senses.
“Amy?” He ran his thumb across her lips. “I don’t want to leave here without you.”
She momentarily closed her eyes and drew a deep breath. The way she saw it, she had two options. Tell him no, go back to her friends, and hope that he didn’t follow and make a scene. The last thing she wanted was for her friends to find out she’d slept with Joshua Hunter. Her other option was to just go home with him and have the best sex of her life. Again. Then maybe afterward she could tell him that she wasn’t interested in anything more with him.
“I’ve been walking around with a hard on all damn week thinking about you.” He nipped at her bottom lip.
“Wait…” The memory of the woman she’d run into while sneaking from his room flashed in her memory. “All week? What about your girlfriend? Didn’t she help you out?”
He recoiled as if he’d been slapped. “What? I don’t have a girlfriend.”
“But…that woman…”
“Miranda?” He laughed. “Yeah, she’s long gone. Don’t worry about her.”
From the corner of her eye, she saw Beth heading their way. In a panic, she made a quick decision. “Okay, fine, I’ll leave with you, but give me a minute to tell my friends I’m leaving. I’ll meet you outside.” Before he could respond, she ducked under his arm and walked away. Her heart drummed in her ears. What the hell am I thinking? I am not seriously going to leave with that man. But, even as she thought those things, she knew she was.
Honestly, who cares? It was her life. She could do as she pleased. And if no one found out, then what did it really matter? It would be fine. She could have some fun, satiate the non-stop desires she’d felt for that man since meeting him, and then go on about her life.
Her palms were sweaty as she approached the booth. “Hey, guy, I’m not feeling so well. I think I’m gonna head home.”
“What? No,” Heather said, shaking her head. “You can’t leave. We just got here.”
Amy smiled sadly. “I know, but I think I might be coming down with something. You guys stay and have a good time though. I’ll see you at work on Monday.” She didn’t wait for them to say anything else. She grabbed her purse and jacket and left. Amy felt like a jerk for ditching her friends like that, but her lips tingled from Josh’s kiss and her body buzzed with the need to feel him again.
“I was worried you changed your mind,” Josh said as Amy walked out of the bar.
“No, come on, let’s go.” She was worried someone might see her getting into his car.
“Good to know you’re as eager as I am.” He winked, and then they both got in the car. “Nervous?”
“A little,” she admitted.
Josh reached over and put his hand on her leg, running it up her thigh. She sucked in a breath. “There’s no need to be nervous, Amy. I promise all I’m going to do is make you feel good.”
His voice dripped with sexual promise and she had a hard time concentrating on anything other than what he was going to do to her when they got to his house. Thankfully, it didn’t take long. Quietly, and with purpose, Josh led her up the steps and into the house. No sooner than he’d closed the door, she found herself pinned up against it, Josh’s kiss a firestorm in her mouth as he took her hands, entwined their fingers, and raised them above her head, pressing his body weight against her. She dragged her foot up his leg and back down again, wanting to feel more of him, all of him.
He moaned into her mouth and released her hands. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited to get you back here with me?” he asked grabbing the hem of her shirt and tearing it off over her head. He brought his mouth to her breasts kissing the exposed flesh.
“All week?” Amy teased. She ached to run her fingers through his hair when she realized he was wearing a baseball hat. How had she missed that at the bar? Oh, that’s right. She was too preoccupied with kissing him. He reached for it and she stopped him. “No,” she said. Josh looked at her with a raised brow. “I like it. It’s sexy.”
“So, what you’re saying is you want me to wear the hat while I fuck you?”
She nodded. God, this man knew how to talk in such a vulgar way that aroused her in a way she never thought possible.
He curled his fingers around the waist of her shorts and yanked them down, taking her panties with them. His fingers stopping long enough to tease her clit for too brief a moment. Amy gasped with pleasure and pushed her hips forward, encouraging him to keep touchin
g her.
Amy worked the zipper on Josh’s pants, frantic to get them off as fast as possible. The wet, fiery lust between her legs was about to erupt and she needed to feel him inside of her. She took the length of him into her hand and slowly started to stroke him.
He put both of his palms flat on the door and dropped his forehead to hers. “God damn, that feels good.” Slowly, methodically, he moved his hips, sliding his cock in and out of her hand. She loved how big he was, how she couldn’t wrap her fingers all the way around him. His eyes burned into hers, his breathing becoming more ragged with every stroke. “Don’t move,” he said, stepping back out of her reach.
She watched him take off the hat long enough to remove his shirt. Amy sucked in a breath at the sight of him—naked save for the backward facing baseball cap. Her bottom lip was tucked between her teeth, waiting as he rolled on a condom. He collected both of her hands into his one and pinned them above her head, his mouth crushed hers in a sexually frantic kiss.
“I can’t wait any longer,” he groaned. Josh gripped her thigh, pulling it to his hip, and in one swift move, he entered her.
Amy cried out at the feel of him stretching her.
The position was carnal, infused with dominant intent, and totally erotic. She tried to yank her hands free, but Josh tightened his grip on them. “Stop,” he said plunging his tongue deep inside her mouth with a hard, hungry stroke. Josh eased back slowly until only the thickened crest of his cock remained inside of her and said, “Trust me, okay?”
Amy nodded and surrendered to him, putting all of her trust in this man. A man that not only controlled her body, but her heart and soul—a man she barely knew. It was horrifying to think that he had the ability to crush her beyond repair if he wanted to. She realized that she was so much more than just sex, for her anyway, and that she was in so much trouble. It was bad enough that she was having illicit sex with a man she hardly knew. It was even worse that she was starting to have feelings for him.
He thrust back into her and her head fell against the door with a thud, but she didn’t care. Her body was his toy and he was doing a good job of playing with it. His strokes were controlled and done slowly with diabolically torturous intent.
“Josh,” she whimpered. Covered in sweat, her back rubbing against the door was getting sore, her legs were starting to cramp, and her hands were going numb. She cursed herself for not staying in shape.
“My God, Amy,” he said, his thrusts quickening. “You feel so fucking good.” He nipped at her bottom lip and just like that it was an overload of pleasure. Her orgasm exploded and she now knew why he’d refused to release her. Without her hands, she couldn’t grab him and hold on. Without having both feet on the floor, she couldn’t squeeze around him. She was powerless against her orgasm, unable to do anything to ease the intensity of it and it was intense—pure, undiluted, sensations scraped and burned her nerve endings. And he was unrelenting. No sooner than she came down from one orgasm, he was pushing her into another, wave after wave wracking through her body.
A low, aching, desperate sound tore from her throat. “Please, Josh, please, no more,” she begged, trying to tug her hands free again.
“Okay,” he said finally releasing her hands and gripping her other thigh. Josh had both of her thighs in his hands and Amy wrapped her legs around his waist. “But I’m not done yet. I haven’t had enough of you. I need more.” He thrust harder and faster.
“Josh…” Her fingers curled against the hard flesh of his biceps as she braced for one final orgasm. He wanted more; she’d give him more. She’d give him everything she physically had until she just couldn’t take it anymore. And then if he asked, she’d probably still give more again. It frightened her the way he’d so quickly wormed into her life, her body, and her heart. It was a dangerous combination.
“Fuck,” he grunted, coming, his head falling to her shoulder.
Amy clung to him, riding his hips as he came hard inside of her. When her breathing finally returned to a normal rate, he lowered her legs. Josh eased out of her and she was on her own two feet. “You could’ve warned me, you know,” she said.
He looked at her with half-lidded dark eyes and smiled. “That would’ve taken all the fun out of it.”
She couldn’t help but laugh.
Josh took her hand. “Come on, let’s go upstairs.”
Amy hesitated for a moment. She’d told herself that she would only have sex with him one more time, and then she’d tell him it was over. But she found herself following him up the stairs and into his bedroom. One time or one full night – did it really matter in the grand scheme of things? Not to her.
“Make yourself comfortable,” he said as he headed for the bathroom.
*
Josh came out of the bathroom to find Amy lying on his bed, one arm draped over her stomach, the other over her head, eyes closed, and a faint smile on her lips. The sight of her stole his breath. She was beautiful and she was all his. For tonight anyway. He had no idea what tomorrow would bring for them, but he hoped it would be more time together. If he had his way, it would because for the first time ever, he didn’t want to let a woman go.
He climbed onto the bed. “I didn’t hurt you did I?” he asked, taking her wrist into his hand and kissing it before massaging it.
“Mmm, that feels good,” she said her voice heavy with sleep.
He continued to massage her wrists, alternating between the two of them. The steady rise and fall of Amy’s chest calmed him and he found himself lost in emotions as he watched her sleep, mesmerized by the spell she had him under. How had she managed to make him care so much already? He’d vowed never to settle down, never to let any woman have so much of him and here he was, falling for a woman he’d known less than a week. He knew that all she had to do was ask, for anything, and he’d give it to her.
“Can I ask you a question?” she said.
“Of course.”
“Why did you chose me over all the women who were at your party that night?”
Josh smiled at the memory of when he’d first set eyes on her. “I wanted you,” he said simply. “There was something about the way you looked at me. I saw something in your eyes that seemed to call to me and I knew I had to have you.”
“You make it sound like I’m some sort of object, just another thing for you to play with.”
He frowned as he reached for the remote on the bedside table and turned on the stereo. Sounds of John Mayer’s “Your Body is a Wonderland” filled the room. Perfect, he thought as he lay next to Amy, leaning over her. “Look at me.” She opened her eyes and looked at him. His heart felt like it had stopped and then been kick started all within the same second. “All the rumors you hear about me, they’re not true,” he said tracing her lips with his finger before giving them a tender caress with his mouth.
“Really?”
“Really.”
“So, it’s not true that you have a different woman in your bed every night?”
“Nope, not true.” He trailed his fingers down her stomach and up again and then down again.
“What about you being into all sorts of kinky stuff? Like having threesomes and stuff?”
“I’ll admit, I’ve had a ménage or two in my lifetime, but it’s not a regular occurrence.”
“And the kinky stuff?” She cocked her head and raised a brow.
“You tell me, Amy. Has anything we’ve done been kinky?”
She paused as if contemplating her answer. “No, not really…I mean, I’ve never been fucked against a door before.” She laughed. “But how do I know that you’re not just trying to get me hooked on you, and then you’re going to break out the handcuffs and whips?”
It was his turn to laugh. “I assure you, I have no whips.”
Her eyes widened. “But you have handcuffs?”
“Yes, I have handcuffs. And someday, yes, I would like to use them on you, but not until you’re ready.”
“You’ve got a very interesti
ng playlist going on here,” Amy said when Chris Isaak’s “Wicked Game” started to play.
“I can put something else on if you’d like.”
“No. I like it. Just not what I expected.”
Josh stopped running his fingers up and down her body and rested his hand on her stomach. “Why did you sneak out of here last weekend?” It probably wasn’t the best question to ask, but he wanted to know.
Amy shrugged. “I don’t know. I woke up. You were still sleeping, so I just left.”
“Do you do that will all the men you have sex with?”
Her cheeks turned a glorious shade of pink. “You’re the first man I’ve ever done anything like this with,” she admitted quietly.
Josh’s eyes widened. No wonder she was so freaked out. She had no idea how this was supposed to work. Normally, her leaving his room would’ve been fine with him and it would’ve been a lot less messy for everyone. However, he didn’t want Amy running from him. He wanted her right where she was: in his bed. “That’s nothing to be ashamed of, Amy.”
“I know.”
Josh rolled over onto his back, covered his eyes with his arm, and sighed. He should just let her go right now. Let her walk out of his house and his life for good. She didn’t need to be corrupted by him and his lifestyle or his reputation. Yet, he couldn’t stand the thought of letting her leave. He uncovered his face when Amy folded her arms on his chest and looked at him. “For the record, I’m not ashamed of what we’re doing Amy,” he said.
“Neither am I.”
He was relieved to hear that, but a tad of self-doubt crept into his mind. Was she ashamed of him? He knew he didn’t have the best reputation in this town and thanks to that, women avoided him or lost their social standing because they were with him. He didn’t want to do that to her. No. H wanted to show her that he wasn’t what everyone said he was. “Good, because I have a lot of plans for us.”
“Yeah?”
Josh pushed Amy over onto her back and climbed on top of her, lying between her legs, and putting his weight into his forearms. He smoothed the hair from her face and let his hands rest on her forehead. His mouth found hers and he grazed his lips back and forth over hers. “I don’t want you to see anyone else for a while.”
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