Memories of last night come crashing through my head and my brain tries to process them all at once. Josie’s head must be doing the same thing, but in hyper-mode. Last night, she was flirty and tipsy and a little feisty. This morning, she’s panicked. She’s got that deer-in-the-headlights look and her fingers are fidgeting with the fringe on her blanket.
“Good morning,” I say, stretching in the too-small space before grabbing her glasses off the nightstand. I hand them to her, because I know she needs them. Plus, she seems to be in a downward spiral, so maybe her glasses will help her feel more grounded, more in control.
Josie slips her glasses on like armor, but she’s not meeting my eyes. “So…um, last night…” she begins, sitting upright.
I roll onto my side and yawn. Her bed might be sample-sized, but it’s warm and cozy, and I’m really hoping she doesn’t kick me out of it.
“Last night,” she repeats, “I said some things. So many things…”
Josie’s a talkative drunk, that’s for sure. Even in my sleepy state, I haven’t forgotten a single word she said, but there’s something I need to know. “Did you mean them?”
She looks up and meets my gaze. It’s a hard moment. She’s being vulnerable with me right now, and I know it’s costing her a lot. I rest my hand on the mattress in the space between us, and she covers it with her own.
Her smile is sweet, but sure. “Yes.”
Part of me wants to leap out of this bed, find a stairwell, climb to the top, step out on the roof, beat my damn chest, and shout to the whole university that Josie wants me just as much as I want her. The other part of me never wants to leave this bed because Josie wants me just as much as I want her.
Mentally, I call the second play and get back in the game. Threading my fingers through hers, I pull her close. I don’t know who moves first, but in seconds, we’re connected. Our kiss is everything. It’s like last week, but better. We’re not rushing or needing to be quiet. I run my hand along the curve of her body, making her shiver.
It’s perfect…well, almost. I might hate myself for this, but I pull back. Josie catches her breath then parts her lips as her eyes flutter closed.
“Hold up, Jos. I?—”
She blinks, uncertainty taking hold and I hate that.
“Why are you stopping? Don’t you want this?”
“Yes, I want this. Hell, yes. I don’t want to leave this bed until I’ve made you come three times and the only name you know is mine.” I kiss her soundly, so there’s no doubt. “But I don't just want you, Josie. I wantus. I moved too fast last week. I couldn’t help myself. You taste so damn good. But I should have told you all of this back then. Having you back in my arms was amazing. But is that all I want? No, I want everything. I want to be your boyfriend. I?—”
She stops me with a kiss and covers my body with hers.Her hands are in my hair, her lips pressed to mine.
“I want to be your girlfriend, Van. I want everything that comes with it. I want you to know all my secrets and I want to know yours. I want late night texts and early morning kisses. I want to hold your hand and wear your jersey and cheer you on. I want to take you home and introduce you to my family. I want it all, Van.”
I hang on every word. “Me, too, Jos.”
“But you know what I want right now?” she asks, shoving the blankets to the floor.
“Besides my shirt? I hear you're collecting them, by the way.”
Her cheeks go pink at my teasing. “I am. That hoodie that shrunk in the wash? That's mine, too.”
I kiss her full lips. “Without question.”
She sits up just a little and takes her brand-new shirt off before tossing it aside and pulling her panties off. “But that's not what I want right this minute.”
My lips find her breasts and I suck each perfect nipple into my mouth for a wet, hungry kiss. “What do you want?
“This,” she says, skimming her hand along my shaft. Jesus, she's playing with fire. My dick twitches in response.
“It’s yours, Josie. There’s nothing I have that doesn’t belong to you.”
She tugs my sweats down, and I kick them off, eager to be naked. Her mouth envelopes me and holy fucking hell, it’s a wonder I don’t come right here and now. She grips me at the base and teases me with her tongue as she sucks me. Her hair is a tangle of messy waves and the ends skim my thighs. I smooth it back, my hands on either side of her head as I guide her up and down. It’s so good—too good, and fair’s fair.
Gently, I lift her off me and the pop of her lips as they leave my dick is going to be the soundtrack of my fantasies on every future road trip.
“Not a fan?” she asks, her lips shiny as she stares down at my rock-hard length. God, I love it when my sweet librarian gets sassy.
I crack a smile. “Way too much of a fan, and you know it. I meant what I said. Three orgasms for you. You ready to start counting?” I ask as I drag her body over mine. I lean back on a couple pillows with Josie draped on top of me, her back to my front. I’ve got the best view in the damn world right now. I can watch her tits bounce as my fingers stroke her pussy, playing with the folds and driving her crazy with need. And if she wants to join in the fun? Well, I can watch that, too.
