Page 86 of Mistaken Intention

“I had to pick up our clothes.”

“Yeah… and flaunt your delectable ass at me.”

She turns, hugging my jeans and hers to her chest. “Delectable?”

“Yeah… or delicious… delightful… desirable.”

“Are you limited to adjectives that start with a ‘d’?”

“Not at all… I could just as easily call your ass adorable or beautiful, captivating or divine, enticing or f—”

“Stop it,” she says, giggling. “You’re just working your way through the alphabet now.”

“I know… but you’re supposed to be impressed.”

“What was ‘f’ going to be, then?”

“I’ll show you later,” I say as her eyes widen and she licks her bottom lip. “Still wanna go eat?”

“You’re such a tease, Drew Bennett.”

“I know. And yet, you love me.”

She dumps the clothes on the bed and turns to me, resting her hands on my chest. “I do.”

“Good. Now, I guess we’d better feed you, or you won’t have any energy for later.”

“Later?”

I step away, walking backwards to the door, my eyes not leaving hers. “Yeah… when I show you what ‘f’ means.”

I can hear her gasp, even as I get to the door, and turn around, crossing the threshold and going over to my room.

I can’t stop smiling, but that’s hardly surprising. I’ve dreamed about this for days. Ever since the moment I first woke up in the hospital and set eyes on Josie, I’ve wanted her… and now she’s mine. And I’m hers. Entirely.

I don’t want to spend too much time in here. Just a few seconds is enough to make me miss her, and I wander into my dressing room, going through the drawers until I find a pair of cargo shorts. They’re dark gray, and I pull them on, doing up the zipper and button. I could put on a t-shirt, but I enjoy feeling Josie against my skin… and even if my brother comes over for some reason, I don’t care if he sees me half-naked. It’s Josie I’d be worried about.

I close the drawer again, and head back out into the bedroom, noticing I didn’t make the bed… again. My eyes drift over to the door, my mind roaming beyond that to Josie’s room… and I wonder if she’ll want to sleep with me tonight. God, I hope so. The thought of holding her all night, of waking up beside her, of her face being the first thing I see tomorrow morning… it makes my skin tingle.

I hurry over and pull up the covers, straightening them, and puff up the pillows, so it looks like I made an effort… just in case.

I’ve been gone too long, so I make my way back to Josie’s room, where I find her dressed in denim shorts and a sleeveless blouse, which is cinched in at the waist. She turns as I approach and I swallow down my groan. She’s not wearing a bra, her nipples straining against the pretty floral material, and I reach out, pulling her into my arms.

“Are you trying to tease me to death?”

“I could ask you the same question.” She lets her hands roam over my bare chest. “You didn’t think a t-shirt was necessary?”

“No.”

She chuckles, shaking her head. “Okay,” she says. “Let’s go get something to eat.”

I’m tempted to say that everything I need is standing right in front of me, but I know she’s hungry, so I let her lead me from the room and down the stairs.

In the kitchen, she opens the refrigerator door, peering inside and I stand, open-mouthed, staring at her rounded ass, encased in tight denim. It’s too much for me, and I wander over, rubbing my hands over her in soft circular movements. She squirms into me and then shimmies back, closing the refrigerator again, before bringing her arm up around the back of my head as I bend to kiss her neck. My hands roam around in front of her shorts, and I unfasten them, delving inside to find there’s no barrier between me and her swollen pussy lips.

“You’re not wearing any underwear?”

“No.” She rotates her hips, rubbing her ass against my hard-on. “I couldn’t see the point.”

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