Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
TATE
Josie didn’t hesitate to straddle me again with her eyes locked on mine.
I already knew I liked her. We’d been friends forever.
She was funny, a little quirky, and pretty serious about skiing.
But this was a side of her I’d never seen.
Playful, sultry, and sexy as hell. She turned my crank in a way I’d never expected.
She wiggled her hips before shimmying back again. “Jeans off,” she ordered.
“Bossy much?” I teased as I lifted my hips and shoved my jeans down, kicking them free from my ankles.
I honestly didn’t have it in me to stand at the moment.
At the last minute, I reached to grab my wallet out of my pocket and find the emergency condom there.
I’d not had an occasion to use it recently, but I always had one. I swiftly rolled it on.
Despite my crashing release moments ago, this was Josie, and I wanted her so fucking badly.
“There,” she said when she straddled me again.
I savored the feel of her soft skin against all of me. As a professional skier, she was fit and strong. Her body was lithe and curvy at the same time.
She bit her bottom lip and rocked her hips over the underside of my cock. “Fuck, Josie,” I gasped.
“Exactly my point,” she said tartly.
I slid a hand in her hair, holding her gaze as I brought my mouth to hers again.
I rocked my hips upward into hers and claimed her mouth in a slow, teasing kiss.
It felt as if sparks scattered around us, catching us in a shimmering net.
I broke away, sliding my thumb down the side of her neck, feeling the wild thrum of her pulse under my touch.
“Are you ready, sweetheart?” I rasped.
Her mouth was parted, her lips puffy and damp from our kisses. “Please…” she whispered.
I slid my hand down her side to grip her hip, nudging her up slightly as I reached between us and positioned my cock at her entrance.
She never looked away. We were locked together. “Tate, please—”
In one swift thrust, I filled her, bringing her hips down just as I rocked up. Her eyes went wide, and she drew in a sharp breath before she let out a sound of satisfaction.
I thrust up again, seating myself fully. She held still, and I could feel the rippling clench of her around me. I could feel my pulse in my cock.
“Tell me what you need,” I said.
Her breath was coming in sharp, shallow pants. She held my gaze for a beat, and I could’ve sworn I saw surprise flickering there.
She adjusted the angle of her hips, leaning a little closer to me. That was fucking perfect. I slid my palm up from her hip to rest between her shoulder blades, savoring the feel of her breasts pressing against my chest.
“How about this?” I asked, gently nudging a little deeper inside her.
She let out a startled gasp, and I felt her channel clench tighter around me. I began to move in slow nudges, feeling the slippery friction right where we were joined.
I could feel all of her tightening, and I was clinging to my own control. “Stay with me, sweetheart,” I gasped when her eyes began to drop closed.
She leaned back a little, and the sight of her skin rosy pink with passion, her hair messy around her shoulders, and her eyes dark was the sexiest sight I had ever witnessed.