Chapter 78
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“This is my bedroom.” I swung the door open and crossed the threshold.
With a flash of a smile, he followed me in. Maintaining eye contact, he placed the palm of his hand on the door and shut it very deliberately. When the click sounded, he backed me against the wood and considered me in silence.
His physical presence was daunting: his height, the heat from his body, the hardness that strained towards me. He slid his index finger down my neck, lighting up all the pleasure points in my body, then kissed me, this time with more urgency.
My hands went to his waist, feeling the narrow tightness of his muscles beneath the cotton. I loved his body, I always had. My fingers fumbled, opening his shirt wherever they could locate a button. “Why you wearing a suit?” I could barely speak.
“On my way to work when you rang.” In a deft motion, his hands slid under my thighs, lifting me so I could wrap my legs around him. “I came here instead.”
Tightening my hold, I pulled his thick ridge against me, generating a strangled “Uhh” from him—and an almost identical sound from me.
It made us both smile.
His hands swept up the curve of my waist and ribs, taking my T-shirt off in one frictionless move. Suddenly bare, in the cool air of the bedroom, my skin tightened.
“ Anna .” He took one nipple in his mouth, then moved to the other, while fireworks sparked inside me.
“Is this okay?” His voice was thick. “You’ll tell me if anything isn’t?” Walking me backwards to the bed, he lay me down, moving his mouth and hands over my body with reverent skill, paying attention to my breathing, as if I was an instrument he was tuning.
I wanted the pleasure of undressing him, but when I lunged his way, he held my wrists in one hand. “Not yet. Let me enjoy this.”
Kissing my stomach, then moving lower, he smoothed away the rest of my clothes, then surveyed me, propped up on pillows. “Anna.” It sounded like a prayer.
“Now you,” I managed.
He stood to toe off his shoes.
“Seriously,” I begged. “Hurry.”
He shrugged away his tailored jacket, the silky lining sliding it off his back. Next he opened a button on the shirt I’d tried to ravage. Dear God. Joey Armstrong, the hottest man alive, was in my bedroom, removing his clothes. For me.
When he noticed just how rapt I was, he smirked, giving a glimpse of him at his most confident, and slowed everything down. With those long fingers, he took his time slipping open the buttons until his shirt was gone.
Bare-chested, his shoulders defined, his abs tight, ink of various colors on his arms, he took a moment. Then his hands went to his waistband. Lazily, he popped the button. At the rasp of his zip being lowered, a ball of heat ballooned in my stomach.
“Joe. Ee.” My voice was low and urgent.
He peeled off his trousers, revealing the delicious jut of his hip bones, then long, defined runner’s thighs.
Only one item of clothing remained…then he stopped. Idly, his hand snapped the elastic waistband as he shot me a look. I was in torment and he knew it.
“Come here!” I pulled him down, to lie beside me.
“Still okay?” He sounded breathless.
“No.” I wanted him between my thighs.
“Anna.” His voice was hoarse. “I don’t have condoms.”
“I do.” Some other time I’d tell him they were a gift from Jacqui.
The box was in the drawer beside the bed. Dying from the feel of his velvet-soft skin over his ironhard girth, I slid the condom on. He gasped as if he was in pain.
“All good…” he managed. “Just. I’ve thought about this a lot, late at night…”
That made me smile. I’d had my own late-night thoughts.
Reaching for each other, he eased himself up into my body, stretching and filling me. The absolute bliss of it. Sliding down to meet him, we couldn’t have gotten any closer. I contained him, held him, if I squeezed my muscles I could actually feel the shape of him and—
“Anna!” His voice was low and forbidding. “Gimme a chance here to last five minutes.”
Stern Joey was so sexy. Something I’d revisit as soon as possible.
As we moved with each other, my eyes were on his face and his on mine. My hips tight in his grip, it was clear we weren’t going to last long, either of us. I was so turned on; his breathing had become tight and careful, as he eked out his endurance.
Touching my most sensitive part, he said, “Show me how.”
I couldn’t. It was too intimate, too soon.
“Here?” He circled his thumb in a way that changed everything. “Like this?”
“Joey, yes, but—”
“Ssssh.”
Within moments, all control was gone. Delicate and exquisite, the pleasure built and burst, until I hovered on the top note, almost unable to bear it. As the after-waves continued, I pressed into the heel of his hand. He pushed back, varying the pressure, until the spasms of ecstasy tapered away.
When, eventually, I opened my eyes, he was smiling. “Yeah?” His voice was soft.
“Yeah.” I let out a shuddering breath. Then, “Still okay?”
“Totally.” He flashed a grin. “I made you come.”
“Not for the first time.”
“What?” Confused, then he got it. “Seriously? Anna, you shouldn’t have told me that, not now, I’m already in a bad way…”
I began to move again.
“Not yet.” He sounded panicked. “You need more—”
“Shush!”
With purpose, I continued moving up and down.
“Anna.” His breathing was harsh. “Oh my God, Anna .”
The gasps became sharper. I was turned on as much by my own power as his animal arousal. He made attempts to touch me again so I took his hands, put one under each of my knees, trapping them, then knelt down hard . “No. This is for you.”
I licked my fingers and began to play with my nipples. He watched, riveted.
Then I smiled. “Come for me, Joey.”
His every muscle clenched. Helpless sounds came from his throat, becoming more urgent. With a hoarse cry, he was there, pulsing up into me.
Already I was wondering how soon we could do it again.
“C’mere.” He pulled me close. “Jesus Christ,” he murmured into my hair. “You nearly gave me a heart attack. I came too fast. But I can take care of you…”
“You already did. You can do it again soon.”
“Promise?” Instantly he fell asleep and woke about twenty minutes later.
“ Anna. ” His voice was soft and his eyes shone. “You’re still okay? Any regrets or…?”
“No. Nothing. None.”
“You’re a right sexy little piece, d’you know that?”
“To be fair, you really have a knack for it yourself.”
“Aaah.” He shifted. “Can I say something? Do you remember when you kinda…told me you’d heard I was bad in bed?”
Even though it was forever ago, I did. “Sorry.” What we’d done to each other.
“I needed to be told,” he said. “I had no clue about anything. So I, ah…bought a book. On how to…be with someone. So they’d enjoy it.”
“It worked.”
He flashed a smug smirk. “Joey Armstrong: amazing in the sack. Lucky you, Anna.”