Page 6 of Revelation (The Josh & Kat Trilogy #2)
KAT
M y kiss with Josh has ramped up to full-throttle-I-wanna-fuck-your-brains-out within seconds. Josh breaks away from me, his blue eyes darkening with heat, slams my body roughly into the wall, yanks my mini-skirt up, and pulls my panties down.
I throw my head back, shaking with my arousal, and it bangs sharply against the wall of the hallway.
But even the pain of whacking my head feels fucking awesome right now.
I’m absolutely hyperventilating with anticipation.
“Josh,” I breathe, shoving my hand into his open pants and grasping his erection. “I’m sorry. I’m batshit crazy.”
“You really are.”
I laugh.
“I’m not like him, Kat,” he breathes. “I’d never do that to you.”
“I know. I don’t know why I’m so crazy,” I say. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay—apparently, I get off on crazy.”
He shoves his hand into his pocket frantically but comes up with nothing but the key card to Jonas and Sarah’s suite. He tries his other pocket and again comes up with nothing. “ Fuck ,” he says. “I must have left the condom on the table in the suite.”
“We don’t need it,” I gasp, grasping his erection with authority. “I’m on the pill. I’m clean. Just fuck me.” I’m writhing against the wall, crazed by my arousal.
Without another word, he slams me against the wall like he’s mugging me and plunges himself into me with shocking ferocity.
“You feel so fucking good,” he says, moving his hips exactly the way he did on the dance floor the other night .
I groan and shudder with pleasure and relief.
“I love feeling your pussy against my cock with nothing between us.” He bites my neck. “You’ve got a magic pussy, Kat.”
Oh, God, I love that he’s a dirty-talker.
After a few minutes of Josh’s deep thrusting and heated whispers into my ear, I make my patented just-burned-my-hand-on-the-stove sound and he growls his reply, his hips moving relentlessly.
“You’re always so wet for me. Oh shit. You’re so fucking wet .”
“I start dripping the minute you step within twenty feet of me,” I growl.
He lets out a long, low moan that’s so sexy, I convulse with excitement.
“I can’t get enough of you. I’ve never been addicted like this.”
My skin pricks all over with a sudden chill. “Oh, God,” I say. “Here it comes.” For an instant, I feel exactly like I’m gonna throw up. My insides are beginning to warp and twist. “Oh, shit.”
“Come on, baby.” He kisses my ear and gropes my breast. “Come on.”
“Oh shit!” I claw at his chest and pull at his hair and devour his lips as my body explodes with painful pleasure. Oh my God, I can’t get enough of this sensation. I can’t get enough of this man.
“You’re amazing,” he says, his voice gruff, his thrusts turning brutal. “You feel so good.”
I feel swept away. I can’t even remember where I am.
It’s like Josh and I are flying, weightless, swirling together.
I’m high on him. On his hard shaft moving in and out of me.
On his scent, the taste of his voracious lips, the sound of his sensuous growls in my ear.
He’s completely overwhelming me in every way.
Except, wait, I think I just heard something besides Josh’s growls in my ear.
“You feel so fucking good,” Josh says, his hips gyrating forcefully. “So wet. So tight. Oh, fuck.”
Hang on. Was that a little dinging noise? Almost like a bell?
Before my brain can answer that question with the phrase, “Yes, you dumbshit—that was the freakin’ elevator,” Henn’s strangled voice echoes into the hallway: “Oh my fuck. Gah!”
I freeze, instantly mortified at the sound of Henn’s horrified voice, but Josh doesn’t stop. To the contrary, he impales me with monster-truck force into the wall and lets out a strangled sound that quite plainly signals he’s in the midst of an extremely pleasurable orgasm.
I hold my breath and close my eyes, letting the dual sensations of Josh’s climax and my own wretched embarrassment about Henn stumbling upon us undulate simultaneously through me.
I hear the sound of the elevator doors closing followed by nothing but Josh panting in my ear.
I open one eye and cautiously peek at Josh.
He’s staring at me, his face beaded with sweat, his eyes smoldering.
I glance over his shoulder toward the elevator, my heart racing, my clit rippling with an aftershock.
The elevator doors are closed. Josh and I are alone in the hallway. Henn’s nowhere to be found.
I look at Josh again, my cheeks blazing with a strange mixture of embarrassment and arousal, my heart racing. We stare at each other for a long, silent beat, our chests heaving in synchronicity. After a moment, one side of Josh’s mouth hitches up, ever so slightly, into a smirk.
“Well, that was embarrassing,” he says.
And that’s all it takes—we both burst into hysterical laughter.