Page 46 of Revelation (The Josh & Kat Trilogy #2)

KAT

“ W ow. Katherine Ulla Morgan’s finally gonna be in my bed,” Josh says gleefully. “Glory be.”

I giggle, peel off my clothes, and crawl into Josh’s luxurious bed, my skin on fire. “Hurry up, Joshua William Faraday. Don’t keep Katherine Ulla Morgan waiting.”

“I’ll be right there. Just getting some music cued up.” He glances at me from across the room, his blue eyes smoldering. “Another one from James Bay. I can’t get enough of this album.”

As the song starts playing, Josh joins me in bed, his erection straining as he crawls over me—and in a flash, his warm skin is covering mine.

“Hey, gorgeous,” he says softly, his muscles bulging as he rests his forearms on either side of my head. “Welcome to my bed.”

“Thank you. It’s a pleasure to be here.”

The song is swirling around us, filling the room with words that seem to have been written especially for us—especially for this moment.

Did Josh select this song as some sort of coded message to me—or is it just coincidental that James Bay is singing to us to “Let It Go” and reveal our truest selves to each other?

“I love it,” I murmur as Josh’s lips gently press into mine.

He moans his agreement into my mouth. “Me, too.”

Goose bumps erupt all over my body. These words are making my heart pang.

Josh raises my arms above my head, pins my wrists together with one of his large palms, and proceeds to slowly kiss and touch his way down my arms all the way down to my mouth, where he sucks my lower lips and teases me mercilessly for a while with tender kisses, until finally leaving my mouth for my breasts.

Oh God, I’m already writhing with pleasure and we’re just getting started.

His lips leave my breasts and trail down to my belly, where he swirls my belly ring in his mouth, and then moves on to laying soft kisses on my hip bone and pelvis.

“You smell so good,” he breathes. “I’m rock hard for you.”

I’m on fire.

When his lips finally move to the sensitive folds between my legs, I let out a long, low moan, already on the cusp of climax, and when his tongue finds my clit, I grip the sheet and arch my back, my body clenching and releasing forcefully.

“You’re amazing, baby,” he says, his mouth lapping at me. “I love the way you get off.”

When my orgasm subsides, he works his way back up my body, kissing, sucking, caressing, massaging, and licking me into a frenzy.

I’m enraptured.

His face is suddenly in mine. Oh God, I could stare into those blue eyes forever. The room is spinning. He cups my cheek in his palm and presses his warm skin into the full length of my body. “I can’t get enough of you, baby,” he says.

“I’m addicted, Josh,” I reply. “I’m totally addicted to you.”

He slides his fingertips between my legs, brushing my wetness gently until I’m squirming and yelping with arousal, and I return the favor, touching him exactly the way he’s touching me— adoringly .

We kiss and kiss, caressing each other gently as we do, until both of us are trembling and making sounds of extreme arousal.

I feel transported. I can’t think. I can only want.

I wrap my legs around him, pressing my body into his.

“Please,” I breathe. I’m trembling with desire.

“Please. I want you, Josh. Please.” I’m using a phrase I’ve used with him before: I want you.

But this time I mean it in a new way. This time, I’m telling him the bare truth: I want him , not just sexually.

I want him to be mine in every way. I’ve never ached like this before.

My heart hurts. “I want you, Josh,” I say again.

“I want you so much it hurts.” Oh my God, I feel like crying, I want him to be mine so, so much.

“I’m all yours,” he says. He parts my legs and slides his hardness inside me, burying his shaft deep inside me, kissing me deeply as he does, stroking my hair, sucking on my lower lip again, thrusting his body slowly in and out of mine—and all of it as “Let It Go” continues to swirl around us .

I caress his ass and dig my fingers into him and he responds by thrusting passionately into me. “Why do you always feel so fucking good ?” he asks, his voice strained.

“Josh,” I breathe. But that’s all I can manage. I’m feeling too overwhelmed to say more. With each thrust of his body, each time his chest rubs against mine, each touch of his lips, my heart feels like it’s physically reaching outside of my chest to join with his.

Sex with Josh has never been like this before.

He’s fucked my brains out many times, made me literally pass out with pleasure, but this feels different.

It doesn’t feel so much like he’s fucking me, it feels more like he’s.

.. what was that word he used when he talked about the way Jonas loves? It feels like he’s worshipping me.

I’ve no sooner had the thought than I’m jolted with a palpable electric current. Holy hell, it’s like someone flipped a switch on our mutual circuit breaker.

“What the fuck?” Josh says softly, his body moving with mine.

Oh my God. He feels it, too?

“What is that?” he asks, his voice ragged.

“I don’t know,” I choke out.

He touches my face and kisses me, his passion spiking. “What the fuck are you doing to me?”

I shake my head and press my palm into his chest, right onto his mother’s name. “I don’t know.”

As the song builds, so does the crazy electricity between us. It feels too big to contain, too pleasurable to bear.

Suddenly, I don’t want an inch of separation between us.

I want all of him. Every inch. I hitch my legs up higher around his thrusting body, as high as I can manage, trying to coax him into the farthest recesses of my body and he responds by guiding my thighs to his shoulders.

And that’s all it takes to send my body releasing with an orgasm so pleasurable, it makes my eyes water.

“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.