Page 19 of Love to Stay

“Isn’t it my turn?”

“Fine.” I let out a playful huff.

“And I think it was pretty clear when you were in my lap, I was hard, Josie, and you’re far from looking like a man.” He says it with appreciation is his tone. Is he implying that he thinks I have a good body?

“All right,” I say, conceding, thankful for the darkness to hide my blush. I’m so lame. “It's your turn.”

“What’s the real reason you can’t sleep?” Well, shit. How do I answer that? “You still worried about the stalker?” He goes on in my silence. I don’t want to lie to him. Not after him saying he’d never do that.

“I actually kind of forgot about that.” Which is insane. “I guess I feel safe when I’m with you, and it slipped my mind.”

“Damn, Jojo. You have no idea how good that makes me feel. That I can give you that.” Sincerity bleeds through his words. “Now tell me why you can’t sleep, then.”

“It was nice cuddling with you. I guess I miss—” I’m cut off when a body lands on the bed next to me. I burst into laughter. “How did you move that fast? Jesus,” I say through giggles.

“How many times did you wrap yourself in the blanket?” Mick untangles me from the blanket to pull it over both of us. We both roll to our sides so we’re facing each other. Damn, we’re close. I let one of my legs drift over to press against his. He throws an arm over me, getting comfortable. “Your turn.”

“Did you want me to come stay with you in Vegas because you felt it’s the right thing to do or because you really want me there?”

He keeps dangling that carrot in front of me. Now is the time for me to find out the real reason he wants me there. So many times I wanted to agree, but my head stopped me while the rest of my body rebelled, wanting to take him up on it. If he really had a no girls rule, I could do it. I’m playing with fire.

“I want you, Josie.”

“You want me?” I force a playful laugh. He lets out a deep breath.

“I want you to come stay with me.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“Fuck yes. I’ll take it.” I can hear the smile in his voice.

I suck in a breath. Is he going to ask me about my sex life since I badgered him about his? The whole of my sex life is thinking about him while I’m masturbating. Beyond that, there isn’t much. In fact, there is nothing.

I’ve never even been kissed. Hopefully that will change very soon.

Chapter Fifteen

MICK

Imeant to be soft, start easy, take it slowly. I might have a big body and hands the size of saucers, but I know how to be tender, and I was going to show Josie how safe and good I can be, but the moment my lips touched hers, my intentions—and control—flew out the window.

I devour her. I’ve wanted her for so long, and now that I have her in my arms, I need to explore every inch of her. My tongue sweeps between her lips, tasting every corner and crevice. She moans, or maybe it’s me. I can’t tell. Need is roaring in my head. It’s the only thing I can hear. More, more,morethrums through my blood. I drag my mouth along her jaw, pepper kisses across her cheeks, and then return to claim her mouth again. This time, her tongue meets mine. I suck on it, as if she’s fucking my mouth, and then I tongue her again, forcefully, grinding my dick into the juncture between her legs.

“I’m going down on you, Josie,” I mutter against her lips. “I have to know how you taste there.” Without waiting, I slide lower, pulling her panties as I go until I’m level with her cunt. Her little pussy is decorated with a shaved landing strip. I rub the bare skin on either side of the small patch of hair. “You always shave here?” I growl. She’s never been with a guy, butthat doesn’t mean no one has ever seen her. Was she making herself pretty for someone else?

“Yes. I can’t take care of myself?” She glares at me.

Okay, not the look I want to see on her face. “My bad, babe. Just a little jealous.” I drop a kiss on her mound.

“You know guys were never into me.”

“That’s bullshit,” I snort. “Guys were always interested in you, but I told them that if they made a move, I’d rip off their dicks and shove the meat down their throats.”

The annoyed expression turns to shock. “For real?”

“Yeah, Josie, for real. Maybe I couldn’t have you because we were friends, but I wasn’t about to let some annoying turd who probably didn’t wash his balls to lay a finger on your body. Especially not this.” I rub a thumb across her clit.

She inhales sharply. “Okay, fair. I can see your point. I wouldn’t want anyone to be touching me there but you either.”

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