Chapter 19

CHAPTER 19

Josie

“I’m going to change.” Fox thumbed toward next door with one hand and lifted the bag of takeout onto my kitchen counter with his other. “You want me to heat these up?”

The ride home had been quiet. I was pretty sure my date was still shocked by my declaration that I wanted to go have sex. Honestly, I hadn’t expected to say it either. But now that it was out there, I felt liberated. Why not say what I wanted? I’d been attracted to the big grump since the first moment I’d laid eyes on him. And we had chemistry. I could feel it pulsing through my veins whenever he was near. Not to mention, I’d caught him watching me from the window and checking me out on multiple occasions when he thought I wasn’t paying attention. So I knew I wasn’t alone in my desires.

“I’m not really hungry anymore.” I bit down on my lip. “For food anyway.”

Fox’s eyes darkened. “No? Tell me what you are hungry for.”

“I think you know.”

He stalked toward me. I’d been the one to poke the bear, but the determined look on his face had me taking steps back. When I hit the refrigerator, Fox closed the distance between us.

“I want you to tell me anyway.”

“You. I want you.”

He slid his fingers into the back of my hair and wound a fistful around his hand at the nape of my neck. “More specific.”

“Sex,” I breathed. “I want to have sex with you. I want you to make me forget my name.”

He ducked his head and sucked his way up from my collarbone to my ear. “Hard or soft, baby?”

We’d barely touched, and yet my body was on fire and it was difficult to speak. It felt like the air was being pushed from my lungs, and my voice came out all breathy. “Hard.”

Fox pulled his head back. His green eyes were so dark, they looked gray. “How about hard and fast first. Soft and slow the second time.”

Ohhh.That sounded even better. I swallowed. “Whatever you’re in the mood for.”

He used the hand at my neck to pull me to him, and his mouth sealed over mine. Just like our first kiss in the car, he groaned through our joined lips, and I felt a jolt of electricity zip through my body. I didn’t just forget my name; it wiped out all thoughts, all worries—everything but this kiss.

Fox slid a hand down to my ass and slipped it under my dress, palming a handful of cheek. He lifted until our hips were aligned, and my legs wrapped around his waist. Wide open, his thick erection pushed against my most sensitive spot, and a mewl tumbled from my lips as my eyes rolled back into my head. “Let’s go upstairs.”

Fox kept me wrapped around him as he tore through the living room and took the steps two at a time. He sat on the edge of the bed and set me on my feet.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been dying to find out if you have no panty lines on those tight little yoga pants because you’re commando or wearing a thong.”

I smiled. “Which would you prefer?”

“Right now, commando. Because it’ll save time. But I’m happy to rip off whatever’s in my way.”

I reached for Fox’s tie and yanked at the knot. He stopped me, his hand covering mine. “Step back and take off your dress. I’ll take care of this.”

I’d been bold since the restaurant, yet as I took two steps back, I suddenly felt shy. Fox worked his tie, but his eyes never left me.

“You need to take it off. It looks like too nice of a dress to wind up shredded if I do it.”

I took a deep breath before slipping the thin straps from my shoulders. My dress pooled in a pile of silver around my ankles, leaving me standing in a lace thong since I hadn’t worn a bra. Fox made it to the third button on his shirt before he froze.

“Jesus Christ. You’re even sexier than I imagined with my eyes closed—every damn time I took a shower.”

I tilted my head, feeling less shy after his praise. “Are you saying you pleasured yourself to thoughts of me in the shower, Fox Cassidy?”

“Every fucking day. And I hated myself for it.”

He hooked his arm around my waist and hauled me against him. With him sitting and me standing, my breasts lined up perfectly with his face. Fox wasted no time taking advantage of the position. He gathered both my wrists in one of his hands, holding them captive behind my back as he sucked one nipple into his mouth.

“And now I feel the urge to make you pay for what you did to me,” he said. His teeth clamped down on my swollen bud. Before the pain fully registered, he soothed it with his tongue and pushed his hand between my legs.

“Open wider,” he murmured against my skin.

I felt vulnerable standing practically naked, arms clamped behind my back. Yet I was panting and shamelessly did what he asked. Fox pushed my thong to one side, parted me with his fingers, and slipped one into my warmth. It felt so good as he pumped in and out; I closed my eyes and gave in to the moment. When my head fell back, he pulled all the way out and pushed two fingers back in.

Fox was no different now than the man I’d come to know outside the bedroom. He unapologetically took charge, knew exactly what he was doing, and paid attention. Before long, my knees started to buckle, and he scooped me off my feet and tossed me on my back to the bed. Noah had been in shape, but Paul Bunyan flinging me around like I weighed nothing was a whole different experience.

Fox stood to finish unbuttoning his dress shirt. He only had a few left when he lost patience and yanked it open. Buttons pinged across the room in different directions.

I laughed and pushed up to my elbows. “I would’ve helped you.”

“No time.” He slipped his fingers under the material of my thong and yanked hard. My expensive, lacy underwear snapped in his hand.

“Oh my God. You’re crazy.”

Fox was already unbuckling his belt. “Up on all fours, sweetheart.”

My eyes bulged. “You mean hands and knees?”

He stepped out of his pants. “You know another way to get up on all fours?”

“You’re not even going to pretend to be romantic? You know, look into my eyes while you make love to me at least?”

He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his black boxers. “Hard to see your eyes when you’re ass up, babe.”

“But—”

I froze when his boxer briefs came down.

Oh.

My.

God.

Fox looked up, likely to see why I hadn’t finished my sentence, only to find my mouth hanging open.

The man was huge. I’m talking Paul Bunyan-sized everywhere. His dick stood at full attention, pressed against his stomach, reaching almost to his belly button.

I pointed at it. “Holy crap.”

Fox flashed a cocky smile.

I sat all the way up for a closer look. Nibbling on my fingernail as I stared, there was no doubt it was the biggest I’d ever seen. “Can I touch it?”

“That’s kind of the point.” Fox stepped forward.

It wasn’t just long and thick, it was also oddly nice looking—smooth and a warm light-brown color—not red or purple or overly veiny. Even the crown was symmetrical and lovely. I ran the pad of my pointer finger along the length of it, and Fox’s breath hissed out between his teeth.

“It’s so big and…pretty.”

“Pretty isn’t a word a guy wants to hear to describe his dick, babe.”

“What would you like to hear?”

He smirked. “The sound of you gurgling. Maybe a little choking.”

I covered my smile with my hand. “I think we’re going to have to build up to that. It’s pretty intimidating.”

I spent another thirty seconds swirling my finger around the glistening head. When a big drop of precum leaked over and dripped down the side, Fox growled. “Alright. Show and tell is over. Give me your mouth back or something else is going in it.”

The playful moment quickly elevated to heated. Our hands explored while our tongues tangled in a frenzied kiss. I couldn’t decide what part of him felt better beneath my fingers—the hard ridges of his chiseled abs, sculpted biceps, or the long, firm dick my hand struggled to wrap around. When I gave it a squeeze, Fox groaned and reached for my waist. He flipped me over in one swoop, then hoisted me up on all fours. I didn’t want to think about why he was so good at that.

A few seconds later, I heard the distinct crinkle of the foil wrapper of a condom. I craned my neck to look over my shoulder and gasped at what I saw. Fox was a vision of splendor. Up on his knees, his muscles strained as his chest heaved up and down. He rolled the condom over his length and fisted his cock at the base before lining himself up at my opening.

Our eyes locked as he pushed inside. He eased in and out a few times as I watched, but when he plunged deep, I lost the strength to keep my head up. Fox buried himself to the hilt, his front flush to my ass, then stilled. One of us was shaking, I just couldn’t be sure which.

“Relax a little. You’re gripping me so tight, I won’t be able to last.”

I closed my eyes and focused on loosening my muscles, but it was his size more than my clamping down. “I’m trying.”

“You ready?”

“For what?”

“To get started.”

My eyes widened, and I craned my neck to look back at him once again. “We haven’t even started yet?”

Fox grinned. “You might want to hold on to the headboard.”

He might’ve smiled, but he hadn’t been joking. Fox started moving, and I reached up to hold on. His thrusts were fast and deep. My skin was on fire, slicked from sweat dripping down my back. My orgasm brewed like a hurricane forming, swirling and threatening to demolish everything in its path. The sound of our wet bodies—his front to my rear—smacking against each other had me in a pre-orgasmic haze. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever heard.

Fox cursed as his pummeling intensified. I wanted him to struggle, to feel as on the edge as I was. So I pushed back, meeting his ferocious thrusts one by one.

“Fuck, Josie!” He sounded like he was about to lose it, and it became my personal challenge to get him to come before me. I thought I might win, too—at least until he reached around and pressed on my clit. Without warning, my entire body burst into a symphony of fireworks—pulsing and shaking. I don’t know how long it went on, but it was enough to wipe me out. Behind me, Fox shuddered with a roar and then stilled.

I guess I didn’t win that challenge.

I collapsed to the bed under the weight of my own body. Fox was careful not to follow and crush me. Instead, he slid his mouth up my back and to my shoulder, finding his way to my neck. It was soothing, in direct contrast to what had just transpired.

He rolled onto the bed next to me and kissed my forehead. “You good?”

“Are my legs still attached, because I don’t feel them yet.”

He smiled and brushed a lock of hair from my face. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

I yawned. “I feel so sleepy.”

His thumb stroked my cheek. “Rest. I want you with me for slow and sweet, not drifting off somewhere else.”

“I’m just going to close my eyes for a few minutes.”

He grinned. “Sure you are.”