Page 111 of The Crush Next Door

My body melted into him like it had always belonged there, like the universe was telling me this was it.

His tongue traced my lips, his hands everywhere all at once on my body, his hips grinding into me, his growing desire plain against my stomach. Damn, that was fast.

Before I knew it, my hands were pinned above my head, and our tongues explored each other's mouths, teasing, testing. And just like last time, Josh tasted good. So fucking good.

His kisses were savage, his hint of a beard scratching against me, turning me on even more, taking me to unknown heights. More than the incessant throbbing quickly making itself known in my little shorts, the need in my soul overpowered all else.

I'd never even come close to feeling this way before, like every touch of his lips would scorch me while at the same time feeding my heart.

His grip on me let up, and his fingers trailed down the bare skin of my arms, making me shiver with need and desire. Grabbing my face with his hands, he pulled back from yet another fiery kiss.

The light from the hallway illuminated his eyes, his gorgeous features, while he stared at me, our breathing heavy, his warm breath on my face. "Do you know how long I've fucking wanted this?" he asked. "Wanted you?"

My mouth opened in shock as his words hit me directly in the chest. I wanted to say something, but before I could, his lips were on me again, hungry and fierce. My lungs struggled to draw air, the passion between us flaming up and threatening to burn me.

But more than anything else, I wanted an answer from Josh. So with both hands, I held onto his face and pushed him back. "How long?"

"How long what?" he asked, his eyes a mix of confusion and lust as they flicked between my mouth and my intense gaze.

"How long have you wanted me?"

His sexy grin caused my heart to jolt. "Since I saw you in that goddamn Dodgers shirt on your balcony."

I closed my eyes, the idea that Josh had wanted me that long almost too much to handle. But Josh didn't let me think. Hot, strong hands grabbed my ass.

"These shorts," he said, his voice strained like I'd never heard before.

Biting down on my kiss-swollen lips, I reveled in the feel of his hands on me, squeezing, edging under the fabric to grasp my bare skin.

"How is your skin so soft?" he asked.

Again, he gave me no time to answer because his mouth was on me, taking, devouring. My fingers dug into his back as he yanked my shorts off, practically ripping them in his haste.

Josh was pure fire.

I couldn't wait to see him, feel him, touch him every-damn-where. My hands moved to his shirt—the man couldn't be shirtless? I mean, come on—and pulled it up, Josh parting his lips from mine for a split second as the material passed between us.

And then his body came back to me, pressing me into the wall while his fingers hooked around my underwear, pulling them off forcefully.

Fuck. I was practically dripping with need for this man. Hunger swept through me. I wanted Josh with every ounce of my soul, and I was finally getting him.

I reached for his shorts, but he was already on it, dropping them and pulling down his boxers.

Jesus. Lord. Fuck.

He was magnificent. I looked up to see him watching me in the hushed silence of anticipation. For a long moment, we stared at each other, my heart so loud I wondered if he could hear it.

The sultry heat of a hot SoCal summer night swirled around us, lust pounding through every cell of my body.

"Fuck me, Josh," I said.

With the hottest eyes I'd ever seen, he grabbed me, my naked ass in his hands as I wrapped my legs around his waist, my back against the wall, his erection nudging my entrance.

My head bumped the wall as he impaled me, both of us groaning at the cosmic impact. My God, I'd never felt anything like it in all my experience.

Josh was totally different from anyone before him. He was pure ecstasy as he slammed into me over and over, holding me up with his arms, his biceps bulging with the effort. His fingers dug into my flesh, the agony and pleasure mixing to unbearable levels as my own hands gripped his shoulders.

My nails pierced his back I was sure, but neither of us cared. We were too lost in the passion burning between us, a fire that had been building since day one when we'd first seen each other, something I'd squelched, something I hadn't dared acknowledge until this moment.

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