Page 43 of Fever

“Well, I won’t hold you, I guess I’ll see you sometime this week?”

“I was thinking. This weekend my family is getting together for our annual barbeque, and I would love for you to be there.”

“Annual barbeque?”

“Yes.”

“So wait, you guys only barbeque once a year?”

“We’re a pretty busy bunch.”

“Yeah, I guess so with empires to run and such.”

We laughed again then he pulled me in. “So, what do you say, Santana? I need you.”

His proclamation shouldn’t have made my heart beat so erratically. And for a moment, I wondered if it was I that was blurring the lines.

“I’ll be there. Just say what time.”

His eyes twinkled, and a gorgeous smile trudged across his face.

“I’ll pick you up at three.”

“It’s a date,” I said.

Josiah leaned into me and kissed my lips. My eyes closed as I basked in the feel of his soft mouth and the tang of his wet tongue. I was falling. These emotions were tearing me apart, and heat poured over my skin. Suddenly, I pulled away, breaking our erotic kiss. A second passed, and I shook my head.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“You’ve got to stop kissing me like that.” I touched the corner of my mouth. “I mean, we’ve got to stop kissing like that.” I let go of a heavy breath.

“I like kissing you like that, Santana.”

I smiled. “Ditto.”

His arms stretched over me, locking me into the corner of the door.

“Then why do we have to stop?”

“We’ve already done a little too much, don’t you think?”

I was referring to the way he tongued down my pussy on Tuesday. I could tell he caught my grasp when that sexy smile trotted back across his lips.

“Yeah, so what’s to stop us now?”

I placed my hands on his chest.

“If you don’t mind, I’d like to keep things clear between us.”

“Clear?”

“Yes.”

Josiah went to speak again.

“Don’t make any promises,” I spoke quickly.

He arched a brow.

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