Page 27 of A Very Rossi Christmas
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An eternity later, I came up for breath again, my body shaking with the memory of Joseph's fingers inside me, and my mouth swollen from his kisses.
"Well, that's great for me," I murmured. "But what about you?"
Another of his trademark grins, and then: "Oh, Sloane. Surely you don't think I'm done with you. Not yet."
Without another word, he slipped my panties down my hips and then off entirely, and settled himself between my legs. I heard the sound of a condom wrapper and watched his face as he put it on, his expression pure focus and concentration.
I thought again that I should stop him. I should listen to my reasonable side and remember that he was a Rossi, and I was a Brennan. His father would have me killed as soon as look at me. And my father would do the same to him.
But he was also my best friend. Or at least he had been, once.
I didn't know if he was still the same person he had been before. But I wanted to. I wanted him more than I'd ever wanted anything in my life, and the history we shared together, the longing I'd felt for him my entire life...
He drew my hands above my head and threaded the fingers of one hand through my own to hold them there, then used the other to caress my cheek.
"Do you have any idea how long I've been waiting for this?" he breathed.
I thought my heart might actually explode at his words. When it didn't, I realized that I probably had to answer him.
"Probably about as long as I have."
The head of his cock nudged against me, then, and I jerked and gasped, surprised at the sudden contact. And before I could pull away—without breaking my gaze—Joseph bit his lip, balanced himself, and slid slowly inside me.
I let out a low, keening moan as he filled me, so overcome with the weight of him and the idea that we were finally doing this, so caught up in my heart, which had grown to some superhuman size in my chest, that I couldn't stop myself.
When he pulled out and then pushed back in, his eyes still on me, I started to orgasm, my world shattering around me until all I could feel was him and all I could see was those electric blue eyes holding my own.
"That's my girl," he murmured. He leaned down and kissed me, his lips soft and gentle and so full of love that I wanted to cry, and began to rock back and forth above me, his movement soft but insistent as he rode out my orgasm with me, pushing me further and further with each thrust until I was crying his name again and again.
"Joseph," I groaned, not sure if I could take any more. "God, please,"
"Please what, sweetheart?" he asked, breathing the words into my ear.
I had no idea.Please keep going. Please stop before I break into a million pieces.
Please let this thing between us last longer than I'm afraid it's going to.
I didn't say any of that. I didn't think I could have, even if I 'd wanted to. But Joseph seemed to understand exactly what I meant, because he grasped my hands harder, his nails biting into my skin, and started to move faster, his pace increasing until it was almost frantic, his breathing harsh and rapid in my ear.
I rose up to meet him, rotating my hips and taking him again and again, the wave building once more inside me until I was right on the edge, everything in my body drawn up and ready to explode.
"Joseph," I whispered.
"Come for me," he growled, driving harder and faster.
He didn't have to tell me twice. I breathed out and let myself go, and felt him shudder and groan as my body tightened around him, his own release answering mine. We gripped each other and held on as our bodies took us over the edge and into the darkness below, both of us acting as anchors for the other as we fell.
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I came back to myself with Joseph behind me and curled around me, his arm circling my waist and holding me tightly against him.
I had no memory of getting there, but I couldn't think of a single place I'd rather be.
"Stay the night," I murmured.
His grip on me tightened and I felt him nuzzling into the back of my neck. "You sure?"
