JOSIE
FORTY-TWO
The moment we’re inside his house, something between us shifts.
Outside was like a tease—full of anticipation—as we both danced around what we wanted.
Now, it feels like there’s nothing holding us back anymore.
Tyson doesn’t let go of me, not for a moment.
His hand is firm against my waist as he guides me down the hallway, like he needs even that small amount of contact. I don’t mind it at all, because I need it too.
Even between juggling trying to write whenever I could and keeping an eye on Pop after that mishap at dinner, I still thought of Tyson what felt like all the time. He never really left my mind.
I’m so excited to be around him again. There’s something about his presence that’s calming. It puts me at peace in a way I didn’t even realize until now that I’m back with him.
He pushes his bedroom door open, barely giving it time to close before his hands are on me again. They’re on my face, my neck, pulling me into him like he can’t wait another second.
His mouth crashes against mine. The kiss is all-consuming, nothing like the slow control of before.
This is need.
Everything we couldn’t do all week finally catching up to us.
My hands move just as fast. They move over his chest, his shoulders, gripping his shirt like I need something to anchor myself to him while the room seems to spin because of the intensity with which he kisses me.
We don’t slow down. We can’t.
He lifts me like it’s nothing. I let him, my legs wrapping around him instantly, pulling him closer as my mouth stays locked to his, my breathing already uneven.
His hands tighten against my ass, pulling me flush against him like he’s trying to erase every single inch of space between us. He kisses me like he’s trying to make up for lost time.
“Josie,” he says against my mouth.
The sound of my name on his lips—low and rough—sends heat straight through me.
I rip my mouth from his at the same moment my fingers find the buttons of his shirt. “I need you,” I say before leaning in to kiss him again.
The words are honest and desperate and real.
He lets out a groan as he moves us toward the bed. A second later, I’m on my back, his body settling over mine. He kisses me in a new way—a way that doesn’t feel like he’s holding back anymore, like he doesn’t want to. Which is perfect because I don’t want him to either.
My hands dance along his body, needing to feel all of him. I need him to know how much I missed this.
How much I missed him.
I slide my hands down his back before I return to getting his shirt unbuttoned. He doesn’t stop me. The moment I get it fully undone, he lifts one arm and then the other, allowing me to push the fabric down his arms and off his body.
His mouth moves from mine, trailing down my jaw, achingly slow now. It’s like he’s taking his time, like he’s making up for every second we didn’t have together this week.
I run my fingertips along his now bare back, reveling in the way his muscles feel underneath my fingertips. They’re toned, and I could spend all day memorizing every hard dip and curve of them.
He kisses along my neck, and my head tilts back to give him more access without even thinking about it.
“I missed you. I need you,” I repeat, my fingers finding the button of his pants. I barely recognize my own voice. It’s unsteady, and maybe even a little breathy.
“Not as much as I need you,” he responds. His fingers find the hem of my shirt. I lift my body off the mattress enough to give him space to pull it off me.
He lets out a long breath as his eyes rake over my body.
While back home in Manhattan, I made sure to grab hotter choices of clothing to wear for him.
Today, I put on a lace bra that leaves little to the imagination through the pale pink fabric.
The concentration and heat in his eyes as he takes it in tells me what I need to know—he approves.
His lips continue to trail along my skin, leaving me desperate for more. My body is on fire. Every brush of his lips. Every shift of his hands. Every second he takes his time and drags this out instead of giving in, it makes everything inside me build.
The tension.
The pull.
The need for more.
It’s all so intense it feels like I could combust at any moment.
“Ty,” I moan, needing more from him. “Please don’t make me wait for you this time.” I move my hand to the waistband of his boxer briefs, letting my fingertips dance along his length.
He sucks in a breath at the contact, his muscles tightening under my touch.
“Are you sure?” he asks, leaning down to kiss me on the neck as I run my fingers along his large, thick length again.
“I’ve never been more sure in my life,” I basically pant. I slip my fingers into the waistband of his briefs to prove my point.
His gaze finds mine as my fingers brush over him for the first time with no fabric between us, and something shifts in his expression.
It becomes darker—more desperate. Like he was holding something back before…and now he’s not.
His mouth finds mine again, and I take the passionate way in which he kisses me as my answer—he isn’t going to stop this.
I wrap my fingers around him, pumping up and down once.
He moans against my mouth, and it’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard. I want to bottle it up forever and remember the power in hearing him make that sound because of me.
I repeat the motion, this time a little faster, reveling in his reaction to me touching him.
“Fuck,” he mutters, his lips moving against mine.
“Off,” I demand, my fingers wrapping around his waistband to get his boxer briefs and pants off him so I can see—and feel—all of him.
He doesn’t argue. He helps me without ever breaking the kiss.
I wish I had time to admire the sight before me, seeing him completely naked for the first time, but I’m too swept up in needing to feel him inside me to soak him in. Another time, I will, but right now, I have other priorities.
As if he can read my mind, Tyson pulls his lips from mine and begins to kiss a trail down my body. He starts down my neck, along my collarbone, over my breasts—stopping to lick my nipples through the fabric of my bra—before he begins to trail a kiss down my stomach.
My muscles tighten at the contact. He grabs onto my shorts and pulls them down my legs, bringing my panties that match the bra in the process. In one quick motion, he then reaches behind my back and unfastens my bra.
We’re both completely naked. I don’t know where Tyson has tossed any of the clothes we’ve removed, but I don’t care.
“I had every intention of dragging this out,” he confesses. He settles himself between my thighs, his gaze trained on me.
I shake my head because the thought of waiting any longer to feel him move inside me is painful. “No more waiting,” I plead. “I want you in my mouth,” I admit, “to make you feel as good as you made me feel, but first…”
My words fall short as he strokes up and down his cock as his eyes move over my body.
I suck in a breath as my clit throbs without him even touching me.
I can’t help it. The desperate way he looks at my body, like he’s a man starved and I’m his last meal, makes my entire body feel like it’s on fire with desire.
“But first, please fuck me, Ty.”
His eyes immediately find mine. There’s a darkness and heat to them that has my toes curling.
“You see this?” he asks, gesturing down to his dick. His thumb swipes over precum on the tip and moves it around.
I nod as my breaths get heavier.
“It’s because of you. I don’t think I’ve ever been so hard in my life.
I’m fucking desperate for you, Josie. This is what you do to me.
Remember that when you’re writing next time, how fucking gone I am for you.
How just the sight of you and the smallest touch makes me this fucking hard. Write about it.”
I close my eyes for a moment as a rush of desire moves through me.
“Fuck, you’re wet,” Tyson mutters. He surprises me by running his fingers through my arousal, as if he needs to feel it himself.
“Ty,” I moan. “Fuck me. Please.”
He smirks. “Now, that’s begging,” he murmurs, bringing attention to the night he almost kissed me and how I thought I was begging for him then.
He slides two fingers inside me. “If this were one of your books, I wouldn’t be selfish. I’d spend time getting you ready for my cock before finally sliding inside you.”
“If this were one of my books, you’d be fucking me already,” I point out, letting out a moan when he hooks his finger inside me.
“Would me fucking you inspire you, Josie?”
The words have barely left his mouth before I start nodding. “They’d be the exact kind of inspiration I need.”
This makes him smile. He leans down and kisses me, this one slow and deep. I don’t know how long he kisses me while his fingers work in and out of me, but after some time, he pulls his lips from mine just enough to get words out.
“I need to get a condom.”
I shake my head at the thought. I don’t want a condom between us. I want to feel him without anything in the way. “I’m on the pill,” I hurriedly get out. “And was tested recently, and everything came back negative.”
“Are you sure?” he asks.
I nod.
As if that’s all the answer he needs, he removes his fingers before lining up his tip with me. “I’ve been tested recently too, and there’s nothing more I’d love to do than to be able to feel all of you when I make you come around my cock.” He circles my clit with himself. “If that’s what you want.”
“That’s what I want.” I moan when he does it again. It feels good, but it still isn’t enough.
Tyson grabs my face with the hand that isn’t around his length. His thumb swipes tenderly over my cheek. “Then I guess it’s time to give my girl what she wants, isn’t it?”