Page 19 of Too Sweet
When Josephine leans back, I can’t help but readjust and pull her closer.
“You’re the very best part of me,” I whisper into her ear.
A shiver racks through her.
My need to care for her seizes my brain. “Baby, are you still cold?”
Wordlessly, she turns, swinging one leg over my lap so we’re face to face.
“Josephine.”
She doesn’t answer.
Instead, she kisses me, soft and slow. Almost lazily, as if we have all the time in the world.
But that still doesn’t ease my concern.
“Josephine.” I pull back, and she pouts. “Answer me. Are you still cold?”
She bites down on her bottom lip, her eyes glassy, blown-out orbs peering up through her thick lashes.
“I’m freezing, Decker. But I know exactly what you can do to fix it.”
Her mouth finds the tendon in my neck. She nips playfully, then licks the spot as her words settle my anxiety.
“Warm me up, husband. I need your heat.”
She grips the hem of my Henley, then pulls it over my head.
Matching her languid movements, I gather the fabric of her shirt and do the same.
Her chest rises and falls in rapid breaths. My eyes track the movement as she reaches both hands behind her and removes her bra.
I keep my gaze focused on her face as she shimmies off my lap. Rising to her feet, she quickly unbuttons her jeans and steps out of them.
She’s bare before me, her silhouette framed by the licks of flames behind her.
She’s exquisite in every sense of the word. She’s warmth and goodness and everything I’ve ever wanted—for myself, and for my brothers.
I shove down my pants and boxers, desperate to feel her heat where I crave her most.
She climbs back onto the couch, spreading her legs to straddle my lap. My hands caress along the curve of her hips, guiding her closer and welcoming her home.
She hovers just out of reach, the sweet heat from her core teasing the tip of my cock.
“Let me have you, Siren,” I practically growl.
She rests her forehead against mine and closes her eyes, then uses one hand to grip me and put me right where she wants me. She takes her time lowering down, her warmth consuming me as she takes inch after inch until I’m fully sheathed.
With a shuddering breath, she opens her eyes and stares right into my soul. “You have me, Decker. I belong to you.” Then, with an uncharacteristic softness I never get from this woman, she whispers, “Please keep me. And never let me go.”
I smash my mouth to hers, thrusting up in the same breath. I pour everything I am into the kiss. Tasting her. Devouring her. Giving and receiving until our mouths meld into one and we’re connected as deeply as possible.
Breaking away, I fuck up into her again, holding her against me. “I dare someone to try and take you from me,” I rasp into her ear. “Let them fucking try.”
She kisses my neck, rolling her hips.
Every time she thrusts forward, I feel the tug in my core. Every time she sheaths me with her warmth and goodness, I have to grind my molars to keep myself from coming first.