Here I come, Josie.
He had to knock three times before he heard any movement in her house. He finally heard the padding of feet on the hardwood floor. He raked a hand through his wayward hair just as she opened the door.
His throat instantly went dry. Apparently Josie wasn't as shy as he had thought either. Talk about a surprise. Her red satiny nightgown clung and plunged in just the right places. He could see her tight nipples peeking beneath the fabric. One hand clung to her trim hip, accenting it while the other held a bottle of wine.
"Glad you could make it," she smiled, swooning a little against the doorframe.
"Are you planning on inviting me in?"
She looked at the watch that was still on her wrist. "Almost midnight. I wonder if I should." She touched a finger to her lips.
Jake couldn't help but notice how red they were. It was probably an effect of the wine. It made them look as if she had already gone several rounds with a lover. That combined with the lazy look in her eyes was enough to cause an instant reaction in his pants. "I got these for you," he remembered the flowers he had in his hand.
She took them from him and turned, leaving him to either follow her into the house or stand out in the porch light. He followed, noting the seductive sway of her hips. It wasn't until they reached the living room that he realized she had been moving in time to the music that was playing. "I was watching TV," she announced without turning around.
"I can see that," he took in the sight of the Chinese food and the TV whose volume had been turned down and replaced by the soft music coming from the CD player. The thought of her sitting here watching TV, dressed like that, brought to mind several interesting thoughts.
"Would you like some wine? I'm almost empty, but I have another one chilling in the kitchen." She ran her tongue along the mouth of the bottle before holding it out to him.
He took it from her hand and watched as she sank down onto the sofa, her back against the arm. She put her legs on the sofa and then bent them slightly, causing them to pull in to her chest and make her breasts strain against the gown. He held her eyes as he brought the bottle to his lips. As soon as the sweet nectar hit his throat, he joined her on the sofa.
"So, what did you have in mind for tonight?" he asked.
"Nothing much," she smiled, wondering if the smile looked as seductive as it felt.
"Oh. You know, I could be insulted by that," he teased.
"Somehow I doubt that."
"Lifetime TV?" he asked, nodding his head toward the silent TV.
"No. The women's channel. It's not very exciting tonight, though." She draped her arm across the back of the sofa and then ran a hand through her hair, concentrating on twirling a strand around her index finger.
"That would explain the music."
"You like Chris Isaak? You know, some of his music is really sexy."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. I'm sure you've heard 'Baby Did a Bad Thing.'" She threw her legs off the sofa and stood.
"I can't say that I have." His eyes followed her as she moved toward the CD player.
"I don't have remote control," she explained, pressing the button.
If Chris Isaak hadn't won an award for this song, he needed to, Jake thought as the music began. Maybe it was the woman, but there was something raw and sexy about the music. And the lyrics. It made him wonder what kind of bad thing baby must have done to warrant this kind of anthem.
"You wanna dance, Jake?" she asked, moving her hips in time to the music.
"I'd rather watch you." He turned so that he was facing the back of the sofa.
"What would you like to watch me do?"
Everything! Was she really trying to seduce him? He hadn't had that much to drink, he swore. Otherwise, he would have never been driving. He took those things seriously. Still, his head was cloudy. He was certain that he was misreading this entire situation. Josie Wyatt wouldn't seduce him.
"Well?" she was waiting for an answer.
"I'd like to see what you're wearing under that gown," he finally managed.
She smiled and then turned her back, still moving with the rhythm. "Do you see any panty lines, Jake?"
No, he didn't. God, could she be naked beneath that flimsy piece of material? "No, I don't."
"I didn't think so."
She turned back around. "Do you know why I asked you to come here tonight?"
"No." But I can guess.
"Sex, Jake. I asked you here tonight so we could have sex."
Chapter Eleven
Jake's throat went dry. She had said it. He had never expected Josie to be so blunt. "Come here, Josie," he crooked his finger at her.
She danced forward and leaned over the back of the sofa. "What do you want, Jake?"
"You," he growled, pulling her over the back of the sofa onto his lap.
All of the body parts that hadn't been working earlier were standing at full attention now. He held her face just inches from his, his hand under her chin. He searched her eyes for an explanation. All he could see was desire. She bit her bottom lip and he took that as a sign to take her.
He let the kiss happen slowly. This was a sure thing. He had all night. He knew that neither of them would back out this time. If she had invited him here tonight, for sex, as she claimed, then she had been thinking about this all day.
She was moving against him, pressing her breasts into his chest, her lips into his. He licked her lips, coaxing them open so he could explore. She tasted like the sweet wine he had been drinking. Better. A thousand times better. Her tiny moans only added to the sweetness.
He groaned and captured her in his arms, holding her so she couldn't continue to slide up and down his chest. Crushing her breasts into him, he took her mouth completely, probing deep inside, waiting for her to gasp for breath.
He could feel her hair spill around his face. In one quick motion, he shifted, pressing her back against the back of the sofa, turning onto his side. He wanted to drown in her.
Josie's head was spinning. Too much wine. No, it wasn't the wine. It was the man. He ran a calloused palm down her arm, causing tiny shivers in its wake. She couldn't move, not that she would want to escape. But her fingers were itching to explore his chest, to tangle in his hair. To pull him in to her.
She tried to free her hand from the prison of his chest. He was pressing her against the sofa so hard that she hadn't been able to undo the fist that she had formed. Unable to press her hand against his chest or to free it, she gave up the struggle and let him lead. She could feel him smile against her mouth.
"You're incredible," he whispered against her neck as he moved lower, nipping at her shoulder.
"Let me touch you," she begged.
"Not yet, Josie. I want to touch you first. All over. Will you let me?" She nodded her answer. "Which way to your bedroom?"
"Just down the hall."
Jake lifted her from the sofa, feeling for the first time that she really wasn't wearing underwear as his hand brushed against her backside. He pushed the door open with his foot and inhaled the scent of woman as he carried her to the bed.
"Satin sheets?" he raised an eyebrow.
"They feel good when I sleep naked," she teased.
"God, woman, you're going to kill me," he groaned, knowing that he would imagine her sleeping naked forever.
He quickly shed his shirt and shoes and placed his prized cowboy hat on the vanity chair before joining her on the bed, falling into her waiting arms. He was rewarded with her arching her back into him. He could feel the heat radiating through her gown. He was rock hard. And it had never felt so good.
He fisted his hands in her hair and braced himself on his elbows. She looked amazing spread out on her black satin sheets, her red gown tangled just below her hips. He saw a spark of panic in her eyes that disappeared almost as soon as it appeared. They were both too far gone now. He bent his head down to take her lips again, ready for her.
Josie ran her hands along his magnificen
t chest. No one would ever guess that a body like this lay beneath that cowboy exterior or the lab coat that he often wore. His chest was perfectly chiseled and his abs could have only come from hours at the gym. His broad shoulders and chest tapered down to a small waist and trim hips. And between those hips...
She could feel him pressing against her. She wished he would have taken his jeans off. Instead, he was using the rough fabric to tease her even more. He was pressing against her, causing her wetness to coat the satin fabric of the gown. She could feel her clit growing with every movement that he made. He was almost thrusting against her when he finally pulled her gown down around her breasts.
At first, he just looked at her, watching the nipples grow hard beneath his gaze. He didn't even need to touch her to turn her on. Then he lightly blew on each bud, watching it grow tighter, pucker for him. He took both nipples between his fingers and rolled them, gently at first and then squeezing so hard that she let out a gasp. A thousand shivers went through her body at the sensation. Never before had she felt a direct line from her nipples to her crotch.
When he finally took her into his mouth, she let out a tiny scream. She hadn't expected him to take her in so fully. He sucked and teased, biting into her flesh. She arched her back, pressing herself more firmly into his mouth.
"I can't wait for you, Josie," he warned.
"Then take me," she purred.
"No. I have to...."
"Later," she captured his face in her hands. "Unless you have other plans for the weekend."
He raised himself above her, pulled the condom from his wallet and then shed his pants. Her hands went to him immediately. She took the condom from him and slid it over his shaft.
She spread her legs for him, waiting for him.
"I have to see you," he begged.
"Just take me," she demanded, bringing herself up to meet him.
Jake had always had self-control. Until now. He plunged into her without ever having touched her. He didn't need to see her or feel her. He found her without using a hand to guide him. She gasped as he filled her. He pushed hard and harder, moving further into her. She clung to him while he settled in.
Self-control, Jake. Self-control. He couldn't. His mind was racing. She was already starting to buck against him. He could feel her smooth skin pressing around him. Her wetness was coating his balls as he pulled himself out. If he slammed into her the way he wanted to, he would lose it right now. He didn't want it like this. He wanted to last. He wanted all night. God, he wanted forever. That thought was enough to push him over the edge. Then she did something he hadn't expected.
She reached down and began to rub herself, teasing her clit. He could feel her hand rubbing against the base of his penis. He wasn't strong enough to handle this. She wanted hot. She was going to get hot. Even if it lasted for ten seconds.
He let himself go, pounding into her. The sound of their lovemaking was enough to send him over the edge without the constant contact of her hand. Or the fact that he hadn't touched her yet, hadn't felt her yet. Hadn't tasted her. He couldn't even feel the hair covering her, which only brought to mind the thought that she was bare. God, he hated condoms.
Josie's release began a full second before his. He could feel her spasm against him. Even with the condom on, he could feel her every movement. He could feel the muscles tighten, milking him. He had never felt a sensation like this before. And he wanted more.
He collapsed on top of her, trying to catch his breath. He shivered as she ran her hand along his arm.
"Are you okay?" her voice sounded as smooth as whiskey.
"Fine," he managed, rolling off of her.
"Mmmmm. Good." She stretched out like a cat next to him.
"I have never felt anything so incredible," he said, looking up at the ceiling. "Josie?" he turned to see her. His eyes had adjusted to the light. Aided by the light coming in from the window, he could see that she had fallen asleep. "Oh, hell."
Jake had every intention of slipping away. He made his way to the bathroom and then went to the living room to turn off the TV and the CD player. Seeing the Chinese food sitting there made him feel guilty, so he started gathering the containers to put them in the fridge. He saw the scrap of paper lying in the midst of the containers. "Oh, what the hell," he said as he picked it up and unfolded it. A huge lump gathered in his throat as he read it. "A cherished wish will come true."
Surprise.
He didn't want to leave. The thought came slamming into him from out of nowhere. For the first time ever, he had just made love to a woman and wasn't attempting to sneak out the window. Something was wrong with him, that was for sure. He let a grin tease the corners of his mouth. She said he had all weekend. He may as well stay, enjoy himself. He was sure that by Sunday he would be running for the door.
Josie awoke to the darkened room feeling as if she had slept for a week. Never before had she felt so relaxed. She stretched, throwing her arms over her head, feeling a little surprised when her hand made contact with something beside her. Someone. Jake. She turned and snuggled against him and was rewarded when he enclosed her in his arms.
"You're awake," he said softly.
"Mmmmhumm," she nodded. "So are you."
"I didn't fall asleep," he teased.
"Oh," she said lazily. "Oh!" A touch of panic seized her. She hadn't realized that she had fallen asleep. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize I was a roll over and fall asleep kind of girl."
"I took it as a compliment."
"It certainly wasn't a complaint."
"I need to tell you something," he took in a deep breath.
"I'm not interested in talking," she rolled over and straddled him, placing her hands on his chest.
"Then what are you interested in?"
"I want to see what you look like with your hair down."
A smile teased the corners of his lips. "You what?"
"I want you to take your hair down," she began tracing tiny circles on his stomach.
"God, if you go any lower, I'll do whatever you want," he groaned.
"I thought you wanted to run the show this time."
He covered her hands with his, stopping her motion. "Who are you?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, you can't be the same girl I kissed the other night." She shifted, causing him to instantly grow hard as he felt her bare flesh brush across his jeans.
"And why not?"
"'Cause you're fearless."
"I'm not exactly fearless," she confessed, pulling her hands out of his.
"Then what are you?"
"I don't want to talk," she reminded him. "I just want to enjoy this weekend."
"And then what, Josie?"
"I don't know," she confessed.
That flicker of panic showed in her eyes again. Jake's heart dropped at her confession. She wanted a weekend with him. That was all. Hell, just a few days ago, all he wanted was one night with her. He had sworn then that he'd get her out of his system and then be able to move on. He wasn't sure what had happened since then, but it was something.
Jake brushed a hand along the side of her cheek. Her skin was so soft. And she was waiting for him to do something, to say something. He circled her waist and sat up, holding her on top of him as he moved. The light from the moon was shining in enough so that he could see the emotions as they played over her face. He reached behind him and pulled the black elastic band from his hair. He watched the smile spread across her face as his hair feel forward. It was a mass of one length, unkempt hair, testament to the fact that he had been growing it for ten years.
"Nothing special about my hair," he mused.
"I wouldn't say that," she reached out to pull him to her, using his hair for leverage. His lips met hers, his mustache tickling her again. There was something so primal about feeling his hair rubbing against her. She could only wonder how it would feel in other places. Other freshly shaven places.
He must have read her mind. Before she knew it,
he had moved forward, pressing her back against the bed, bending her legs behind her. He held his weight off of her as he repositioned her so that her legs were now on either side of him. He trailed kisses down her neck and to her breasts. Rather than lavishing his attention there the way he had earlier, he continued to move lower, alternating between kissing, licking and gently biting.
"Josie," he scolded gently, "what have you done?" His hand found her clean-shaven mound.
She arched her back against him as he pressed his hand into the flesh that he had discovered. She had always wondered how wicked it would feel to have a man touch her there without hair in the way. In her wildest dreams, it wasn't even close to the reality. His fingers went lower, teasing first at her clit, rubbing gently. Then, he searched out her wet opening, flicking his fingers along the folds.
She wanted him to take her, to make love to her with his mouth, but he hesitated, placing himself above her so that his breath blew across her. Shivers wracked her body as his hot breath made contact. She could feel his hair falling into his face, teasing her skin. God, his mustache would feel incredible. She arched against him again, coaxing him. Rather than giving her the release she desired, he pressed her to the bed with one arm and continued to linger over her.
"Behave, Josie, or I'll have to tie you to the bed," he teased, not expecting such a response from her. She moaned and twisted her hips at the suggestion. "You like that, huh?" She moaned again, trying to buck against him. He could feel how tightly she was wound. All it would take was one touch....
He began by placing gentle kisses around her clit, but it was taking all of his strength to hold her to the bed. Finally, he gave up, released her, and took all of her into his mouth. He delved in with his tongue, lapping up her sweet juices. His head felt fuzzy. She was incredible. He continued his assault, delighting in the shivers that she sent down her body and into him. He had never felt anything like this before. Had never known anyone like her.
He slid his fingers into her, feeling the last of her spasms around him. She was incredibly tight. He closed his eyes to the sensation. This woman was doing something to him beyond making love to him. She was everything he had ever imagined. Her rhythm against him was growing. She had her hands in his hair, pulling, clinging. When she finally came, she let out a tiny scream.
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