Page 51 of His Other Half

Chapter 20

Josie

Paco lazily playedwith Josie's nipple. She stayed wrapped around his upper body, her head against his chest. Despite the emotionally draining night, she'd slept better than she had in a long time with him by her side.

He rolled, skimmed, and tweaked the sensitive nub. As if manipulated, she couldn't find the energy to open her eyes and move, only feel the heat of his touch warming her. Her arousal on the cusp of a moan, she pushed her pelvis against his hip.

A low rumble vibrated the room. Underneath her cheek, Paco's chest hiccupped with a grunt, and he shifted, undoing his belt and the front of his jeans.

He flipped her onto her back, pinning her down with her body. Startled wide awake, she stared into his eyes.

"What happened?" she whispered, thinking the worst and Askook was outside.

He kissed her deeply, taking her tongue and caressing it before taking a breath. "Chrischris just pulled up in front of the apartments."

"Do you have to leave?" She thrust her fingers in his hair, wanting to convince him to stay longer.

She wasn't ready for the calm to go away and her life to return to her new normal. As long as he stayed inside the apartment with her, they could work things out. It seemed every time he stepped out the door, something happened to destroy what they had together.

"He's here to see Cami. Not me."

She raised her head and kissed him. "Do you think we can...?"

All night, he'd stopped himself from having sex with her. She understood the reasons, though she wanted to be with him.

He cocked his brow. "What do you want?"

Her pussy spasmed in response. She swallowed at the onslaught of last night's talk and how openly they'd confessed their need to be together. "You."

His hard cock pressed between her legs. Only her panties kept him from thrusting inside of her.

"Sweetheart, dig deeper." His voice lowered. "What do you want? Do you want my cock?"

She nodded.

"Then, say it."

Her stomach fluttered. "I want your cock."

"Where?"

"Duh," she whispered.

"Where? Say it," he repeated.

She exhaled, silently laughing. The pure enjoyment over their back and forth conversation delighted her. If he wanted her to talk dirty to him, she'd take up the challenge. It was only their outer bodies they were talking about. It wasn't as if she had to divulge the sexual secrets that flooded her head that she never spoke out loud or had to confess to how she turned into a raging, sex-starved woman around him.

Though, he probably already suspected there were many, many sexual thoughts about him floating in her head.

She moistened her lips, ready to go to battle. "I want your cock on my thigh."

Amusement bubbled up inside of her at her absurd answer and quickly faded when he took her seriously and shifted his body. He held himself up on his arms and knees, lightly stroking the velvety hardness of his length along her inner thigh, not quite reaching her pussy.

The cords along Paco's stomach rippled at the strength it took to hold himself off her. She stroked his cheek. The tension in his jaw remained hard underneath her palm.

"Where else?" His breathing deepened. "Your neck?"

Her breath hitched. It was so absurd, so abnormal, so silly.

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