“The caterer’s food was good,” he murmured in my ear, “but I’ve been craving the taste of something much better. Something much hotter.” Before I had a chance to digest what he had said, he lifted me onto the bathroom counter. “Now open your legs and let me seeyou.”
Wetness rushed to my core at his words and the deep, lusty sound of his voice. I did as heasked.
Did I feel vulnerable? Not at all. What had happened downstairs with my cousin—thathad left mevulnerable.
This position and the hungry way Josh’s gaze was eating me up made me feel safe, desirable.Alive.
“You might want to turn on the shower first,” I warned. I wasn’t exactly known for being quiet—which was why we were in the bathroom and not my bedroom. But thanks to the bathroom acoustics, there was still a risk of getting caught if we didn’t take the properprecautions.
The smirk on Josh’s face? Made me wetter and caused the ache between my legs to becomedemanding.
“Planning on being noisy, are you?” he asked. He didn’t wait for my reply. He walked to the shower and turned iton.
He then returned and crouched between my open legs. With his hands on my hips, he moved my arse forward to give him better access. “As much as I love these on you,” he said, unbuckling a stiletto, “they won’t work for what I haveplanned.”
“What exactly isthat?”
He winked at me. “You’llsee.”
And I did. A moment later, he lifted my bare feet onto the counter, opening me up even more. “Now that’s better,” he said. “Then once we’re back home, I’ll have a great memory to jack off to in theshower.”
I chuckled. “Hopefully the memory is as good as reallife.”
His smirk returned. “It won’t be, but it will have todo.”
As if he really needed to jack off in the shower to the memories of me. It wasn’t like there was a shortage of women lusting for a piece of him. Nor was it likely he would go monk once we returned to theStates.
“Okay enough talking,” I said with a fake pout. “I need a littleaction.”
And being the great listener that Josh was, he did exactly as I asked—his skilled tongue and fingers stroking my clit and finding all the right places to push me over theedge.
“Oh, God,” I moaned, being as quiet as possible. Truth? I deserved a freaking gold medal for how quiet I managed tobe.
All right, a participationribbon.
The point was that I didtry—and thanks to the running shower, no one would’ve heard me unless they were in mybedroom.
Josh retrieved a foil package from the drawer under the sink. Fortunately for us, despite my insistence that there would be no sex after our one-night stand, Josh had still brought a box of condoms withhim.
A new box of condoms with an expiry date years beyond the end of thistrip.
He removed his pants and briefs and slipped the condom onto his perfectly hard cock. Then his mouth was on mine. Tongues danced together as our hands explored each other’sbodies.
With me still on the counter, he aligned himself with my entrance and pushed the head of his cock in partway. “How do you want this, Holly? Slow and easy—or hard andfast?”
No-brainer there. “Hard andfast.”
With a quick thrust of his hips, he burrowed himself completely inside me—and we both groaned. It definitely wasn’t going to take much before a second orgasmhit.
And I was right. A moment later we both came hard, the softest part of me clenching tightly around Josh’s thick length. The sound of the shower hitting the tiles drowned out his erotic, animalisticgrunt.
And so thus continued the rest of our stay in Australia—with me enjoying a multitude of earth-shaking orgasms several times a day. And with me telling myself that I wasn’t growing addicted to them. WithJosh.
The flight home? No, there was no joining the mile-high club forus.
There was just me sticking to the rules—no matter how turned on my body was the entire flighthome.
By the time we landed in San Francisco, one thing was certain—if I planned to stick with my rule of no more sex with Josh, I needed to keep my distance from him. At least until my body forgot what he could do toit.
