Page 42 of Terms + Conditions
“Josh.”
“We don’t have to do this.” I tuck a strand of honey-blonde hair behind her ear. “You said—”
“Not like I can change my mind now.”
“Elizabeth, if you aren’t one hundred percent sure—”
“I am.”
I swallow hard. I don’t want to push her into something. I don’t want her to compromise herself because she thinks she has to. I’ve waited this long; I can wait a little longer. I can wait as long as she needs. “Elizabeth, I don’t want you to give up something you’ve held onto and held sacred just because—”
“You’re my husband, Josh.” The words send a shock wave through my system. “You became my husband the second we signed that damn paper three years ago.”
“I’d rather it happen when you want it to. Not just because I proposed. You said—”
“And I want this,” she says.
Fuck, I want this too. So bad. But I’m scared she will wake up in the morning and regret it.
In my moment of hesitation, she steps closer, her hands wrapping around the back of my neck, pulling me down to meet her lips. “I want you.”
“Elizabeth,” I whisper, her breath skating across my face. My fingers brush against her flushed cheek before I kiss her. There’s a different spark that erupts between us. This one is different than anything I’ve felt in the past. The burn in my veins tells me we’re crossing into new territory.
The line of no return.
She whimpers when I bite down on her bottom lip, plying open her mouth and stroking her tongue. I tighten my grip on her hips and push further against her, her back scraping against the doorframe of her closet, but she doesn’t seem to mind. Her arms wrap tighter around my neck, a vice grip, and I lift her feet off the ground, wrapping her legs around my waist. I moan against her mouth when she grinds against me. She tastes like the butterscotch she was eating earlier—a mix of sweet and savory. I would be perfectly fine if we stopped right now. If we parted ways and went to bed, but fuck, I don’t want to. I want all of her.
I carry her to the bed and gently lay her back before leaving a trail of kisses down her jaw to her neck. She gasps when I bite softly on the skin of her collarbone. Her shirt opens with a pop of each button, and I leave a trail of open-mouthed kisses to her chest and down to her stomach. Thirteen jagged scars span across her torso that have slightly faded over the years. She tries to cover her stomach, but I push her hand away and hold her gaze, pressing a light kiss against the discolored skin. Tearscloud her eyes when I do the same to each one before I bring her left wrist to my lips and do the same to the right, never taking my eyes off hers. I crawl back up her body and stop just before our lips meet. “You’re beautiful.”
A shaky inhale against my lips.
“And strong.” I kiss her neck.
“Courageous.” The valley between her breasts.
“Stubborn,” I say against her stomach, and she laughs.
“Caring,” I mumble against the skin just above her jeans.
Slowly, I unzip the denim, and she helps me shimmy them down her legs. My fingers trace her center over the underwear, and she gasps. “Already so wet for me, huh, Sugar?”
“Josh,” she groans.
“Patience.” I blow on her center through the damp cloth, and she squirms under my hold. Lying beside her, I pull her body close to mine, propping my head on my left hand to look down at her. “Can you stay still?”
My other hand traces a line down the center of her body, and I can feel her vibrate with anticipation. I stop at the edge of the white cotton.
“I’ve waited three years to know what you taste like. I can wait a few more minutes. I want to watch first, watch as you come undone with just my fingers, and then my mouth, and then my dick. I want to know what makes you tick…so I’m going to take my time with you, Sugar. Going to enjoy every moment of this.”
Her chest rises and falls with heavy breaths, and I haven’t even touched her yet.
I say her name, catching her attention. “Can you do that for me?”
She nods, and I slip my hand inside her underwear. A finger ghosts over her entrance, and she bucks against my hand greedily.
“Fuck, you’re so wet.” I slip one finger inside her and then another. Her fingers clutch the white duvet covering the bed, trying not to move. Her walls tighten around my fingers, and I slip one more inside her, using the heel of my palm to rub her clit. She gasps, eyes screwed shut. She’s trying so hard not to move, her fingers white against the sheet. “Look at you, Sugar. Fuck, you look so good like this.”
“Josh,” she whimpers.
