Page 141 of Honeysuckle
“I’m making a point,” I said.
“And what point is that?” He stared up at me from the bed, leaning back on his elbows. His shirt fell open from the few undone buttons, and the sight of his tanned, scarred skin made my breath catch in my throat.
I leaned over him, planting my hands on either side of his head—our faces just inches apart. “The point is…” I started softly, my gaze fixated on his intensely, “that I have never wanted anything more than I want you.”
Josh swallowed roughly, his throat bobbing.
“There’s got to be something you’ve wanted more,” he started to deflect with a joke, and I shut him up with a tiny, needy kiss.
“No, tough guy.” I shook my head, our noses brushing from the motion. “It’s you. It’s just you.” I leaned in and pressed my lips to his in a firm, insistent kiss that felt scolding. I held him there, not giving him time to think—just feel. I needed him present, here with me.
“Okay,” he whispered, breathless. “You’re being ridiculous, though.”
I smiled, the corners of my lips turning upward as I admired his hazy, blown pupils and flushed cheeks. “Maybe I am,” I admitted, shifting my weight so I’m hovering over him. “But you know what?”
“What?” He asked, his fingers playing with the buttons on my shirt, popping them free one at a time.
I leaned over on my knee and sat back, tearing the buttons free and chucking the shirt away, I wanted his focus on me and not the stupid buttons. I looked back at him, affectionately adorning every inch of him. "I don’t care.” I reached out and brushed my fingers through his hair. “I would have waited, but now that you’ve asked, I’m going to make sure that it’s perfect.”
“Stop looking at me like that.” Josh’s hands splayed out over my stomach as I leaned in for more contact, a smirk on his face.
“Like what?” I chuckled, my abs contracting under his gentle touch.
I leaned down, pushing against his resistance and buried my face in his neck, pressing soft kisses to the skin. My lips lingered on his pulse; it raced like a horse beneath his skin, and it only made my own heartbeat more frantic.
“Like you—” he tensed, but his hips arched upward against mine as I climbed over him and straddled his legs.
I pulled back slightly, a knowing smirk on my lips. My fingers traced down his collarbone, pushing the shirt out of my way. “Like I what?” I asked again, more persistently that time. “Like I adore you?” I hummed.
“Yeah, that,” he grumbled, his hips stuttering again as my lips found his skin just below his ear.
I leaned down and kissed him—soft and sure—my hand at his jaw, guiding his gaze back to mine. “I do,” I whispered. “I fucking adore you, Joshua Logan,” I said.
“You say that to all your boyfriends?” Josh joked, but his voice shook, and I could see the effect it had on him.
“Shut up,” I said as I brushed my fingers through his hair.
He inhaled sharply from the simple gesture, looking up at me, no doubt searching my expression for any doubt or hesitation.
“Are you sure about this?” He asked, his voice shaky.
“I’m sure... if you are,” I said gently.
Josh nodded, taking a moment to calm his nerves. He looked at me with love and adoration seeping from him, and I knew in that moment that even if he never said the words out loud, he would always show me. He leaned forward, our mouths colliding in a gentle, loving kiss that I felt all the way down to my toes.
“I’m sure,” he whispered against my lips.
I smiled against his mouth, stealing another from his bottom lip before helping him out of his dress pants and shirt. I undid my own belt, shucking from my pants and staring down at him as my chest rose and fell rapidly.
I had seen him without clothes before, but everything about that moment was different. That time I could touch, I could taste, I could make him mine. A low growl slipped from me as he reached forward, fingers curling into the waistband of my boxers. His eyes darkened as he pushed them down over my hips and ass, letting them fall to the floor. The look in his eyes was intense, darker than I had ever seen them, and it was enough to make my stomach clench tightly under his gaze.
Something in Josh clicked into place, it was like he went from trying to convince himself he could do it to needing it so badly that nothing else mattered. I rose, his hands shaking as he reached for me, he grabbed my hip and guided me back toward the bed gently.
“Tell me what you need,” I said, lying back on the mattress.
“Control,” he whispered, his voice hoarse and tight.
Was that all?I thought, looking up at him, overwhelmed with emotion. I needed to feel every inch of him, needed him to feel just how much I wanted him.
