Paige giggled. “Sex for good health. I like it.”
* * *
Paige writhed underneath Josh as he peeled off her clothing. He’d broken some kind of land-speed record getting out of his gym clothes, and now he was working on the buttons of Paige’s shirt like he was worried about breaking one and Paige wanted him to hurry up. She reached between them and started at the bottom hem of her shirt, then lost patience, shooed Josh away, and pulled the shirt off over her head without finishing the rest of the buttons.
“Reasonable approach,” Josh said, laughter in his voice.
He reached up and hooked a finger under her bra strap, then pulled her back down to lay next to him. She could feel him hard against her thigh. She wanted to get closer to him, to press their bare skin together. She reached behind her and undid her bra, which Josh pulled off and tossed over his shoulder. He put his arms around her and pulled her close, and it still wasn’t quite enough. Arousal spread through her body and made her impatient.
She rolled their bodies so that she was straddling him. He held his hands up like he was surrendering, but he had a grin on his face. She stood up for a second, long enough to get her panties off, then she crawled back on the bed and straddled Josh’s thighs.
“So,” she said.
“You are the sexiest woman I have ever seen,” said Josh.
Paige smiled, feeling powerful. Josh complimented her like that a lot, but something about the choked, breathless way he said it now made it sound primal. And maybe it was. Josh made her feel beautiful and sexy in a way few of her other partners ever had. He made her feel good, feel wanted, feel like she was someone he genuinely wanted to spend time with.
And it went both ways. Joshwassweaty and he still kind of smelled like the gym, but the scent was arousing instead of off-putting. He had strong arms and some muscle definition on his chest, and Paige loved when he put his arms around her, like he could take care of her, like he’d defend her if he needed to, like he had her back. He had beautiful eyes and disheveled hair, and the freckles on his face made him look a little boyish, but he was sexy and funny and they were good together. They were really good.
She reached for his nightstand drawer and pulled out a condom. As she rolled it on him, he said, “I could do that.”
“It’s more fun this way.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Oh, really?”
Paige didn’t answer. She loved touching him. His cock was hard and hot in her hand, his breath kept hitching as she touched him, and the look in his eyes was intense, aroused.
“You ready?” she asked.
“For you? Always.”
She smiled and pressed a hand on his chest. Then she shifted so that she could slide him inside her.
She groaned, the feeling of him filling her satisfying. She sat on him for a moment, adjusting to him. He bucked his hips against her, likely trying to encourage her to move, but she liked that she could make him this impatient, too. She ran her hands down his chest and pinched his nipples, which made him hiss and bow his back.
Then she started to ride him.
Josh let out a strangled moan and put his hands on Paige’s hips. At first he just rested his hands there, but then he started to apply pressure, likely trying to set the speed. But Paige loved the power she had now to drive him crazy, so she did what felt good for her and what made him grunt and moan.
Then she lowered herself to kiss him. He grasped her hard and thrust his tongue into her mouth, never breaking the connection between their bodies. He moved his legs so that he could better thrust into her, which felt amazing. Paige leaned up and met Josh’s gaze and it seemed like everything he felt was right there at the surface.
It was too soon for love. That was Paige’s first off-hand thought. But they sure liked each other in an intense way. Paige saw everything she felt reflected back at her in Josh’s eyes.
Then she took control back.
She pushed back up and regulated the pace. Josh groaned. “You are going to kill me.”
“Are you close?”
“Are you?”
“You could touch me more if you wanted.”
“With pleasure.”
Josh ran his hands all over Paige’s skin, touching her shoulders, her breasts, her belly. He bucked against her, clearly trying to change her pace, so she accommodated him by riding him faster and harder. He groaned and his eyes rolled back.
“There it is,” he said.
