Page 57 of Infatuation (The Josh & Kat Trilogy #1)

Thirty-Nine

Josh

Kat shifts in my arms in her sleep and I freeze.

I’m freaking out.

I never, ever have sex without a condom.

Ever. It’s my cardinal rule and I never break it.

Ever . No matter the woman. No matter how hot she is.

No matter how hot the sex promises to be.

I didn’t even go bareback with Emma, and we were together for three fucking years.

What the fuck was I thinking doing it with Kat?

I look at Kat’s sleeping face, my heart racing.

What if we just made an accidental Faraday?

I can’t stop hearing my dad’s voice, ringing in my head: “‘Don’t you dare let me catch either of you making an accidental Faraday with a woman unworthy of our name or I’ll get the last laugh on that gold digger’s ass and disown the fuck out of you faster than she can demand a paternity test.’” How many times did I endure hearing Dad say those fucking words to Jonas and me?

Way too many times to count. It was his fucking mantra.

I study Kat’s sleeping face again. Even asleep, even without animation to her features, she’s utter perfection. That cleft in her chin slays me. Her eyebrows. Her lips.

Adrenaline floods me.

Who gives a fuck what Dad said? Kat’s not a gold digger—and Dad’s no longer here to disown me even if she were.

So what if Kat and I fucked up and made an accidental Faraday?

It’s none of his fucking business, either way.

And, anyway, it was well worth the fucking risk.

I smile to myself. Best sex of my fucking life.

In the international sport of fucking, this woman just took the gold and silver medals.

And when I fuck her for a third time, which I plan to do as soon as she wakes up, she’ll no doubt snag the bronze medal, too.

The woman’s got superpowers or something.

She’s a fucking fembot is what she is. Oh my God.

That’s it. Katherine Ulla Morgan is a fucking fembot.

I’m screwed. Doomed. I smile to myself again. But what a way to go.

Kat shifts in my arms in her sleep and I freeze again. Oh my God. I’m acting like a complete lunatic right now. A total and complete lunatic. I’m acting like fucking Jonas is what I’m doing, letting my mind run uncontrollably. I need to get a fucking grip.

Kat shifts again and a lock of her blonde hair falls into my face.

I breathe in her scent.

Damn, she smells good.

I lift the sheet up and stare at her sleeping body for a moment. I take in the curve of her breasts as she breathes in and out slowly. Her waxed pussy. Her flat belly with her sexy little belly-ring. Her long, toned legs. Her bright blue toenails. Oh my fuck, she’s a drug.

I put the sheet back down and gaze at her sleeping face for the hundredth time.

She’s so fucking gorgeous, I could look at her all day and never get tired of her face.

Her nose. Her lips. Her cheeks. All of it, gorgeous.

I can’t find a single flaw with this woman.

Well, physically, anyway. She’s certainly flawed as hell otherwise, that’s for fucking sure.

First off, she’s jealous as fucking hell—something I normally hate in a woman.

But wait a second. Is that really a flaw when it comes to Kat?

Because, holy shit, I kinda like that about her.

It’s a nice change from how Emma never gave a shit, no matter what I did or what woman practically threw herself at me right in front of her.

I thought it meant Emma was somehow more evolved than the average woman, somehow enlightened —smarter than me.

Of course, in retrospect, now I know it just meant she didn’t give a shit.

But enough about Emma. I don’t give a shit about her right now.

I can’t believe I even let my mind wander to her when I’ve got a woman like Kat in my bed.

Speaking of which, I just thought of another flaw.

She’s stubborn. So fucking stubborn I want to throttle her.

But, wait. I like that about her, too. I want things my way, of course—but I wanna work for it.

Otherwise, I get bored. And there’s no such thing as getting bored with Kat, is there? Jesus God, no.

And, in Kat’s defense, she’s not just jealous and stubborn.

She’s also ridiculously funny. And smart.

Not a brainiac in the traditional sense, maybe, but who the fuck needs book smarts?

Bah. Overrated. Just look at Jonas. Smart as hell and the biggest dumbshit I know.

Kat’s the kind of smart I care about: witty, clever, intuitive, and sassy.

Oh God, is she ever sassy. And, on top of all that, she’s got a heart of gold underneath all that gorgeousness.

It’s buried deep underneath a thick outer layer of evil, maybe, but it’s there, for sure, buried nice and deep.

The way she loves Sarah—the way she doesn’t even think twice about her own safety when it comes to protecting Sarah and going after the bad guys for her.

.. man, that shit knocks me out. And, damn, she sure does love her family, too.

I’ve never met a girl from a happy family before. It makes her fascinating to me.

And oh my God, who am I kidding about all that shit, anyway?

She could be fucking Attila the Hun from the orphanage across the street and I’d still be infatuated with her after what I just experienced.

Holy motherfucking shit, can this woman fuck.

I’ve never seen anything like her. I seriously wanna murder that Garrett Something-or-Other guy—what the fuck was his name?

Slut-shaming motherfucker. He sure didn’t mind Kat being a slut when he was banging her against his headboard, did he?

Fucking asshole cocksucking fuckwad. He must have a very tiny dick, that’s all I can say. Asswipe.

Because this woman can suck a dick and ride a cock and come like a fucking tornado. And I don’t know any man, other than that fucking douchebag, who’d even think of putting a woman down for any of that. Hell no.

Kat stirs again and her eyes flutter open. She smiles and my heart skips a beat.

“Hey,” she says softly. “I drifted off.”

“No worries. I enjoyed watching you sleep.”

“Well, that’s not creepy or anything.”

“Let me clarify: I enjoyed lifting up the sheet and ogling your naked body while you slept.”

“Oh. Okay, I feel better now.” She stretches. “Wooh. Every single muscle in my body is sore. Wow. That was intense.”

She puts her arms around me and I follow her lead, pulling her into me. We lie nose to nose for a long moment.

“I had some sort of episode ,” she says.

“Sure looked that way. Damn. ”

“Dude. I went blind. Like, lights were flashing before my eyes. I saw white, then pink, then yellow. And then everything went black. I thought I was dying or being beamed up by aliens.”

“Cool.”

“Weird,” she says.

“Awesome,” I say.

“That’s never happened to me before. I think I might have had an aneurysm.”

“Have you ever squirted before?”

“Is that what I did? I squirted ? I’ve never heard that term before.”

“You’ve never heard of squirting? Jesus, woman, have you been living under a sexual rock without access to wifi?”

She shrugs.

“Yeah. It’s totally a thing. Watch some Internet porn some time, dude. It’s kind of like the brass ring of porn.”

“Huh.”

“You don’t watch porn ?”

“No. It bores me. I like erotic novels a lot. That’s my porn. I love them.”

“Ah. Yet again, you prove you’ve got a vagina.”

“Dude, if your dick sliding into a warm, tight, wet hole between my legs didn’t prove that well enough, then I’m done.”

“Could have been smoke and mirrors, you never know.”

She laughs.

“I like your warm, tight, wet hole, by the way. I like it a lot.”

“Aw, thank you.” She puts her hand on her heart like she’s accepting an Academy Award. “What a lovely thing to say.”

I laugh.

“I kinda surmised you liked my warm, wet hole when you sucked on it like a kitten getting the last drops of milk out of a baby bottle,” she adds.

“Holy shit, Kat. That was so fucking hot.”

She giggles. “Best ever, fo shizzle ba dizzles.”

“Best ever really?”

“Mmm hmm. That’s for damn sure. Feel free to help yourself to my warm, wet hole any ol’ time you like. Jesus God, that was good. Seriously, that right there was the absolute most amazing sexual experience of my life. ”

I’m electrified. I push my body into hers and nuzzle my nose into her cheek. “You’re so fucking sexy, Kat. I feel like an addict and you’re my drug.”

She kisses me. “Me, too.”

“And the way you rode that Sybian? That memory will stay with me for the rest of my days.”

She giggles. “That machine was something else. No wonder it’s big in porn.”

“Yeah, but that’s the thing. I’ve seen it a million times in porn, and it never does that to anyone. Not even close. Jesus. I knew you’d get off on it, but I could never have predicted that . It was like you got electrocuted.”

“It was incredible. If I owned one of those things, I’d never leave my house.”

“If you owned one of those things, I’d never leave your house. You wouldn’t need an alarm clock. I’d sit in the corner of your room yelling, ‘Wake up, Kat! It’s Sybian time again!’”

She smiles, but then she pauses, apparently considering something. “I need to tell you something, Josh. I never have sex without a condom—well, unless I’m in a committed relationship and we’ve both been tested. I don’t go without protection casually.”

“I was just now freaking out about the same thing. I never do it, either.”

“You’re sure you’re clean?” she asks.

“I’m positive. Just had my annual physical. You?”

“Yeah, I’m sure. One hundred percent. I was tested two months ago when I went on the pill, and I’ve used condoms every single time since then.”

I exhale, totally relieved. “Okay. Well, then I think we should—” I’m interrupted by my phone ringing on my nightstand. “Hang on,” I say, turning onto my back and reaching for my phone. I look at the screen. It’s Jonas.

“Hey, bro,” I say.