Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 128417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 642(@200wpm)___ 514(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 642(@200wpm)___ 514(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
“Yeah, baby,” Josh says, his passion obviously on the verge of releasing. “Oh my God. You’re amazing, babe.”
In one smooth movement, Josh pulls out of me and rearranges us. Suddenly, he’s on his back and I’m on top of him, straddling him, riding him. His hands are all over me. His face is intense. I grab his finger off my breast and suck it voraciously.
He moans and thrusts underneath me with increased fervor.
I’m vaguely aware the music has moved on to the next song on James Bay’s album. He’s singing about “craving.” Oh God, these words were written for us, too. I’ve been craving this man since the minute I laid eyes on him.
Our movement becomes heated. Josh is thrusting into me, grabbing at me, groping me, kissing me, groaning, and I’m gyrating my hips wildly on top of him, rubbing myself against his hard shaft as I do. He touches my clit and massages me—and I absolutely explode with pleasure.
“Yeah,” he chokes out as my body undulates around his cock, over and over. “Get it, baby.”
Right on my heels, Josh jerks underneath me, his body releasing into mine. “Oh God,” he groans. “Holy fuck.”
As Josh comes, I gaze at him from my perch on top of his body.
I love watching his features contort from pure pleasure. I love seeing every muscle in his body tense and tighten and then relax. My eyes drift across all the swirling ink decorating his skin—to his abs and chest, glistening with sweat.
His body is quiet now. He’s all done. His blue eyes are fixed on mine. Oh, those eyes. I trace his eyebrow with my fingertip and he blinks slowly, obviously completely spent. I lean down and kiss his lips gently and then trail gentle kisses along the length of his jaw, to his ear, and then down to his neck. I inhale the scent of him and swoon. Oh my effing God, I cannot get enough of this man.
I kiss and lick his chest tattoo, each and every letter, and then I let my tongue migrate down his torso to his little fishy swimming in the river and then down to the deep ridges in his abs. I kiss every letter of his “overcome” tattoo along his waist and let my tongue explore the sharp “V” cuts above his pelvis as the song swirls around us, giving voice to what I’m feeling deep inside. After a while, my mouth finds his nipples, then his neck, his jawline, his lips. We kiss passionately for a long time until, finally, we pull away from each other and stare into each other’s eyes.
My head is reeling. I’ve never experienced sex like this. This was something new—the perfect alignment of heart, body, mind, and soul. It took my breath away.
Josh wraps a lock of my hair around his finger and sings along softly to the last chorus of “Craving” straight to the end of the song. Another song on the album starts, and at the first chorus, it becomes clear what this new song must be called—“If You Ever Want To Be In Love.”
Josh stops playing with my hair. “Excuse me for a minute, PG.” He abruptly guides me off him, hops off the bed, and practically sprints toward his bathroom, leaving me in the bed alone with my mouth hanging open, listening to the rest of the song by myself.
27
JOSH
Isplash cold water on my face and look at myself in the mirror. What the fuck just happened between Kat and me? I wouldn’t even call what we just did sex. It felt more like a nuclear reaction. Sexual fusion. Is that a thing? Well, if not, it is now.
I stare at my reflection in the mirror.
Water is dripping off my brow and down my nose.
Holy motherfucking shit.
How many times has Kat or I said, “Sex doesn’t have to be deep and meaningful”? And now, all of a sudden, I feel like going back in a time machine to each and every one of those conversations and shouting, “Yeah, but sometimes it is, Kat—sometimes it is!”
Jesus Christ. That was epic. The way her body felt around mine. Her eyes. Her lips. That electricity coursing between us. I could feel it. And the music. Oh my God. What the fuck was James Bay trying to do to me? Turn me into a blubbering pussy? I thought that James Bay album was cool when Jonas played it for me in New York, that’s all—I just really liked the guy’s voice. “Hey, that’s cool,” I said when Jonas played one of the songs for me. “Who is that?” I had no idea those songs would later provide the soundtrack of my complete and total undoing.
Holy fucking damn, that was some seriously mind-blowing sex.
Which, by the way, makes no sense at all. Ever since breaking up with Emma, all I’ve done is fantasize about all the kinky-ass shit I wanna do, all the ways I wanna let my inner sick-fuck run amok—and that’s what got me off so hard?—the most straight-forward, basic kind of sex a guy can have? But, oh my fucking God, it was incredible. Kat felt so fucking good, and the music was so perfect, and that electricity came out of nowhere and rocked my world... Holy fuck. I literally had to run away from her when that last song started playing or else I was gonna turn into fucking Jonas and start calling her the ‘goddess and the muse’ or some shit like that.