Chapter 14
Chapter Fourteen
“Oh, damn,” Houston said, feeling like he’d swallowed an orange whole.
Josie’s panties did have a lip print on the front. A wide red lipstick set of lips, right smack in the middle between her thighs. Not high, above her belly button, but low, over her rounded mound and right about where her clit was.
“Give me a kiss, honey,” he said, and he dropped to his knees in front of her.
She gave a startled cry and tried to take a step back, but he wasn’t having any of that. He grabbed that gorgeous ass firmly and hauled her right up in front of him. He breathed in her scent, soft and clean, mixed with the sweet smell of passion.
Behind those lips he knew he’d find Josie slick with want, clit gleaming with moisture. So when he placed his mouth on the silk-screened lips, he was picturing what was behind it and how it would taste, and Josie’s cry of pleasure matched what he felt.
Houston loved the way his hands sank into her sweet backside, the way she was soft and real and eager, and that when his mouth moved over her, her legs enclosed him on either side in a sexy cocoon.
He ate at those lips, kissed and bit and sucked, soaking the panties with his mouth and her desire until he could taste her tangy wetness even through the cotton.
Her hands were tight on his shoulders, digging in with hard, short nails and Josie panted, murmuring something that sounded like a plea for help over and over.
Which drove him nuts, and he gripped harder, his cock straining and pulsing in his jeans as he sucked the front of her damp lips, finding the soft give between her folds. Pressing his tongue there.
“Stop!” she said, giving his head a half-hearted shove before stumbling backwards.
Houston groaned, wiping moisture off his mouth, ready to ask her why in the hell he should stop, when Josie let out a scream, and not an orgasmic one.
Her arms flailed, which didn’t help his hard-on one bit given that she was in her panties and nothing else, and she had a chest to rival a Hooters waitress.
Paralyzed by the sight of breasts bouncing a foot in front of him, he didn’t react quickly enough.
His mountain bike, which had been propped up against the wall of the foyer behind them, caught the impact of Josie reeling backward.
The bike hit the ceramic tile, clipping Josie in the leg and pitching her forward in a heap.
She landed in a tangle of legs with lots of jiggling and wiggling.
Jesus, Josie needed accident insurance. “Are you okay? What the hell happened?” Still on his knees, he lifted the bike off her and settled it back against the wall before turning to assess her.
“Whoops.” She giggled, her cheeks pink, her arms propping her up, lying a little on her side. “I forgot my shorts were stuck around my ankles and I tripped.”
Relief flooded through him that she hadn’t broken an ankle or anything.
She’d just tripped. The urge to laugh was strong and he closed his mouth tightly for a minute, enjoying the erotic shape of her breast from the side, the way her waist dipped in, the full rounded curve of her luscious hip. “Did the bike hurt you? Are you sure you’re okay?”
“I’m fine.” But her hand stole down to rub her leg and he could see a long red scratch on her pale calf.
“Let me see.” It was a physician’s response to check the injured, to run his hand along her and assess. But for hell’s sake, it was just a scratch, which he could see, and the way his hand was moving had nothing to do with being a doctor.
He just didn’t want her hurt. That’s why he found himself leaning over and giving her a kiss right there, a tender boo-boo-all-better kind of kiss that he gave his nieces.
Because he didn’t want Josie hurt.
And he worried that he would somehow hurt her.
She kicked the shorts off her ankles. “It’s not even a laceration, there’s no blood. It’s just that Josie the Klutz struck again.”
But she didn’t look embarrassed. She was smiling at him, moistening her plump lips, reminding him that he had yet to feel those lips anywhere on him besides his mouth.
He wanted more, he wanted her to taste him everywhere, to draw him into her mouth between those pink lips and flick her little tongue across his cock.
“I was supposed to be fixing that, wasn’t I? Cure you of your klutziness?”
Her ample chest rose quickly. “That’s right.”
The sight of her lying there, ready and aroused, made him groan. Josie’s body was built for sex, plain and simple.
Placing a knee on either side of her legs, he leaned over her, arms propped by her hips, so that he could stroke her wrists with his thumbs. “Why did you want me to stop then? I could have made you come, Josie. With your panties still on.”
Those expressive green eyes fluttered shut. “I know. That’s why I wanted you to stop.”
He dropped a light airy kiss on the tip of her nipple. Her breasts were beautiful, full and round, with large nipples the color of peaches against her fair skin, making him want to clamp his teeth around them and suck.
“Houston.”
“Hmmm?” Gut feelings weren’t to be taken lightly. He had known it would be a damn good idea to take her tight nipple into his mouth, and when he did, tasting her salty sweetness, he knew he was right.
“Will you kiss me again? On the lips.”
Now he was the one closing his eyes. He counted to ten and tried to breathe. The tone in her voice left no doubt as to which set of lips she was referring to.
When he opened his eyes, she was pushing those gorgeous tits out towards him, an expectant little smile on her face, her panties bunched from her fall, slipping down past her hipbone.
Then stealthily her finger strolled across the front of her panties, and tapped right on the lip print.
Damn.
“Josie, I’ll kiss you wherever you want. All night long.”
He bent over.