Josh shrugs. “I couldn’t find a ‘Y.’”
I bite my lower lip, simultaneously amused and touched.
“I’m sorry, Kat,” Josh says softly. “I didn’t tell you about Seattle because there’s something wrong withme—not because there’s something wrong withyou. You’re perfect in every way. I just... ” He looks up at the ceiling, apparently searching for the right words. “I just fucked up, that’s all,” he finally says matter-of-factly. “BecauseI’mfucked up—more than you know.” He pauses. “More than I even realized.”
I bite my lip and nod.
“And, in the interest of full disclosure, this probably won’t be the last time I fuck up, either. I’m not sure exactly how or when I’ll do it again, but I most certainly will. And when I do, please, just try to be patient with me. I’m trying my damnedest to ‘overcome’ every single day—I swear I am—and, mostly, I succeed. But sometimes, I can’t seem to get out of my own way.”
I swallow hard, stuffing down the fierce emotion rising up inside me.
Josh exhales. “I’m really, really sorry, Kat,” he says, his blue eyes begging for forgiveness.
Oh, his eyes. I could get lost in those beautiful blue eyes forever. I begin hurriedly peeking at the undersides of tiles spread out on the table, looking for specific letters. Finally, when I’ve gathered almost everything needed, I lay my tiles down on the table:I-F-O-R-G-V-U.
Josh cocks his head to the side, looking at my tiles.
“I forgive you, Josh,” I say. “But I’m too impatient to keep looking for the rest of the tiles.”
Josh lets out a long, relieved exhale, and before I can say another word, he swipes the game board off the table, scattering tiles all over the floor, pulls me out of my chair, and proceeds to maul me.
“I’m so sorry,” he breathes between voracious kisses.
“I forgive you,” I say, my body exploding with desire.
“I’m not Garrett Bennetting you.”
“I know. I’m sorry I said that.”
“Never,” he murmurs.
In a frenzy of heat, he pulls off my clothes and guides me onto the table on my back and begins covering my body with greedy kisses. He’s everywhere, all at once. His lips are on my neck, and then my breast; my nipple’s in his hungry mouth; his fingers are brushing lightly against my thigh and then across my hipbone. I arch my back with pleasure at the urgency of his touch, his mouth, his lips.
“I’ve been wrecked without you,” he whispers.
“Me, too,” I say. I breathe in his intoxicating scent and shudder with desire. “I was miserable.”
“I wanna be with you when I move every fucking day,” he says, and my clit zings like Josh just sucked on it.
I moan loudly, already on the edge of ecstasy.
“I can’t stand being away from you, Kat. Ithurts.”
My clit flutters and ripples wildly with anticipation.
“Please, please don’t ever shut me out again,” he breathes.
“Josh,” I blurt, my excitement beginning to boil over.
His tongue finds my clit and I arch my back, shoving myself into him urgently. He groans loudly, obviously enjoying my reaction, and the sound of his pleasure sends me over the edge. I let out a low growl as my body begins clenching and rippling ferociously into his mouth, and he responds with noises that quite clearly convey his excitement.
When I’m done climaxing, Josh begins working his way from my crotch toward my face with his tongue and lips. I’m writhing, moaning,out of my head with desire—his for the taking, in every conceivable way. When I feel his hard-on slide inside me and fill me up to the brim, I explode and melt at the same time. I reach around him and pull him into me by his muscled ass, attacking him with deep and passionate kisses. I throw my legs around his waist and lift my pelvis, synchronizing my movement with his, moaning like a cat in heat as he fucks me.
Josh presses his lips against my ear. “My heart is on the line, too,” he whispers as his body rocks with mine.
I gasp and claw at his back, pulling him into me as deeply as I can, my heart and body bursting simultaneously.
“I was wrecked without you, babe. Don’t do that to me again.”
