Page 79 of Unforgettable

And that’s the thought that stopped me. The anxiety I was waiting for nuzzled its way into my stomach, but it was mild. It wasn’t Zach or Sam or anyone else that was the cause. It was the idea that making the decision—picking Josh—would mean I’d have to think years into the future. Because I wouldn’t put either of them through having me in their lives unless I was certain it would be for a long time. At least.

It went beyond what felt good in the moment, but I felt confident that it was a decision I could make when the time came. And being in Zach’s life as a stepmom, or having to co-parent with Sam, wasn’t going to dissuade me from choosing Josh if that’s what I decided.

“Zach would only be a bonus,” I said, my voice surprisingly steady. And the look on Josh’s face was priceless. It was apparent in the way his jaw went slack and his eyes suddenly widened that he wasn’t expecting that out of me.

“Really?” His question was a whisper, and I smiled.

“Yes, really. I can’t promise that I’d be good at it, but if the time comes when I’m Zach’s stepmom, Icanpromise that I’ll give it my best. I already love him so much. He’s just like you, which makes him one of my favorite people ever.”

In the next breath, Josh’s mouth was on mine, and the whole world ceased spinning. All I could think about was how his tongue pushed through my lips and how easy it was to give myself over to him. His hands were everywhere—in my hair, running down my back and then cupping my ass. He urged me closer to him, and I willingly fell.

My hands found the hair at the base of his head, and I pressed myself against him, feeling the hard planes of his muscles against me.

That kiss confirmed that I was lost to him.

Reluctantly we both pulled away. I could feel the quick beat of his heart against my chest. It mimicked the intense pace mine relentlessly carried.

“You’re fucking everything.” And I felt his words like I’d felt his hands.

Although I was resigned to the fact that I was in way deeper than I knew, there was a part of me that still wanted to protect my heart.

“Are you a little less stressed now? A little less worried?” He laughed and playfully nipped at my lower lip before kissing my nose.

“A little, yes.”

With a mischievous smile and adding a playful lilt to my voice, I asked, “Can I show you the other way I enjoy relieving your stress?”

I dropped to my knees in front of him and peered up at him. The surprised yet excited look on his face made my stomach twist in anticipation.

It’d felt like a lifetime since I’d been in that position, but being the source of his pleasure, watching Josh come apart at the seams from my mouth and my hands alone was the stuff of my fantasies.

As I tugged at his belt, unfastening it and slipping the worn, brown leather free, his hands were already tangled through my hair.

My eyes didn’t leave his when I slowly unbuttoned his jeans and eased down his zipper. His jaw was slack, and I wanted to draw it out as long as I could. I wanted to tease the shit out of him until he was begging me for my mouth around his cock, but I knew our time was limited. So I quickly pulled down his jeans just enough until I could see his impressive length straining against the fabric of his dark-gray boxer briefs. I placed a hungry open-mouth kiss against him, and the moment my mouth pressed against the fabric, his head tipped to the ceiling.

“Fuck,” he whispered.

A smile pulled at the corner of my lips, and I slipped my fingers under the waistband of his briefs. His cock sprang free as I pushed his briefs down. His hand, still tangled in my hair, tightened.

I broke our eye contact long enough to appreciate the length and thickness of him in front of me. The veins running up and down his shaft were too tempting not to lick. And when I did just that, flattening my tongue against the underside of him and licking him down and up, he sucked in a harsh breath.

“I never thought I’d see this again: you on your knees in front of me.” His words were dripping in desire, and I could hear that he was on the brink of losing control. “But I dreamed about it all the time, and I’m telling you, the dream has nothing on the actual thing.”

My lazy licking and perusal complete, I licked the palm of my hand and gripped him in my fist.

I glanced back up at him, and the way he watched my hand twist up and down around his cock, the smooth skin of him slipping against my palm, was like a drug. One that made me feel ten feet tall, which was a horrible combination of my already confident disposition.

“You have such a pretty cock,” I murmured, wrapping my lips around the head and sucking only hard enough to give him a taste of what was to come.

He mumbled a few things I couldn’t make out, and I pushed him deeper. Sliding him against my tongue until he reached the back of my mouth, I felt my gag reflex strain.

Then I pulled back, fluttering my tongue around the head of him, only to do it all over again. Licking and sucking him as my hand followed the movement of my mouth.

“This is going to be embarrassingly quick,” he huffed out between groans.

The fingers he’d tangled in my hair were merciless against my scalp, pulling at the root and sending a delicious bite of pain through me. Everything about him was turning me on, and when his other hand traced the outline of my mouth stretched around his cock, I couldn’t take it anymore.

The seam of my jeans wasn’t doing me any good in relieving the pressure growing between my legs, so I made a split-second decision to unbutton my own jeans and slip my hand inside.

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