“Okay.” My eyes were blurring with lust, with need, with the building orgasm.
“And when we’re finished, you’re going to sleep in my bed.”
“Okay.”
“Good.” He pressed his finger against my clit, rubbing circles as his other fingers moved inside of me, and I felt myself come apart on his hands.
Chapter Twenty-One
Aramis
Even after I’d washed my hands, I smelled her on my fingers. It did nothing to help with the situation inside my pants. The only thing keeping me at this party was the fact that it was my sister’s wedding and I couldn’t haul Joslyn out of it to fuck her right now. I was fully regretting not fucking her earlier, but I was trying to think clearly and didn’t know how much time she had, being that she was setting up the fireworks and whatever else was happening behind the scenes. I figured that had to give me some kind of points, the fact that I was being respectful of her job, despite going behind her back with the photographers. The rest of the wedding was a blur. My eyes were on Joslyn’s ass the entire time. My brother gave the toast. Even as Joslyn made her toast, I couldn’t seem to focus on anything past the fullness of her lips. By the time it was time for fireworks, Rose came up to me with Oscar and Asher telling me that she would take them both to what was Ben and Pilar’s cottage, which they wouldn’t be using tonight, for a sleepover. I readily agreed. Anything to make it easier for me to have Joss all to myself. I couldn’t remember the last time I was this consumed by a woman. I knew the whole celibacy played a part in it.
The only thing I knew, when I heard the door of my cottage open and shut was that I wanted her more than I wanted anything else in my life in that moment. I stood from my bed, walking over to greet her, and took her in. She was wearing only a white robe and when I came into view, she began undoing the tie and letting it fall open slowly. Her breasts were high and much suppler than I thought. There was a thin line on her pubic bone that I instantly wanted to lick, and curves I longed to explore. She stepped forward, wordlessly, her eyes on mine. There was a definitiveness in them there hadn’t been before, as if she’d decided to let herself give into this because there was no other choice. I wasn’t sure there was. As I walked over, I took my own clothes off—pulling my shirt over my head and tossing it, lowering my sweatpants and tossing that along with my boxer briefs. I was hard, all of the blood in my body concentrated on my balls, my cock. I reached and stroked it once, twice, picturing what it would be like when I filled her pussy, how she’d grip me. My heart was uncontrollable. This felt like so much more than just sex and we hadn’t even yet touched. When the distance between us was finally no longer, we kissed. I couldn’t be sure who started it or who would end it, but as her tongue met mine and our fingers gripped each other’s hair, I just knew it felt right, real, unlike anything before it. Her hand closed over mine and then replaced it. I groaned against her lips. I used one hand to feel her breast and the other to find her pussy, my fingers sliding into it easily.
“You’re so wet, Joslyn.”
She mewled, nodding against me.
“You’ve been wanting this for a long time. Wanting me.” I pulled away slightly. “You’re not going to deny it?”
“No.”
My heart fluttered. “I’ve wanted you for as long as I can remember.”
“Liar.” She gasped when I slid another finger inside of her, pumping into her as I found her clit with my thumb.
“I’m not lying. I’ve talked myself out of this one too many times.”
“Why would you . . . why would you . . . Oh my God, don’t stop.”
I rubbed faster, pumped faster until she came against my hand, then I lifted her into my arms and took her to my bed, laying her out and opening her legs before burying myself between them, kissing and sucking and licking her while she moaned and rotated her hips, spreading her cum over my mouth, my face. I slid a condom on as she panted on the bed and waited for her to come to completely. When she did, she sat up on her elbows and looked at me through long, thick lashes.
“Condom.” She nodded. “I’m glad one of us thought of that.”
“I’m always prepared.” I winked. She bit her lip as she looked at me. It was only then that I remembered how marred my skin was, how scarred from all the burns.