“I know,” he whispered and inched closer. “You don’t think being near you drives me fucking insane?”
“What do we do then? Just avoid each other forever?”
“No, sweetheart. No.”
Reese lifted Josie up and sat her on the edge of the sink.
She grabbed his leather cut.
There were a few seconds left that ticked between them. In a sense, they were the last seconds of innocence.
Because when Reese kissed Josie, he knew all hell was going to break loose…
* * *
She tasted better than ever. She had her chance to push him away and she didn’t. That was the only chance Reese was going to give her. He slipped his hands up her body, feeling the perfect shape of her curves. Josie moved her hands from his leather cut up to his face, clawing at his scruff.
The kisses were fast and sloppy, each one laced with plenty of need and maybe a small hint of possible regret. But the strange part was that the more they kissed, the less regret Reese felt. He knew exactly who Josie was and what she meant. The fact that she never truly escaped the life proved everything he needed to know.
He kissed her deeper, letting his tongue take control, pushing his body against hers. As his hands eased over her breasts over her shirt, Josie shifted back and tried to thrust her hips at him. When she did, she lost her balance and fell back into the sink. A split second later, the water turned on and she let out a cry.
Reese laughed as he turned the water off and pulled her from the sink.
“Great,” she said. “I try to have a moment with you and my ass is soaked.”
Reese moved at her again and placed his right hand to her ass, feeling her wet pants.
“I don’t mind your wet ass, sweetheart,” he said. “Just gives me a reason to take these pants off you.”
“Yeah, like you needed one,” Josie said.
Reese growled. He loved when she was like this. Flirty. Feisty. That stare in her eyes, telling him everything she wanted. But he already knew everything she wanted. That’s what made them work. It’s what made them deadly together.
Reese scooped Josie up off her feet, his hand still cupping her wet ass.
There was no talking, just kissing. Making up for all the kisses missed. All the times Reese spent with another woman, wishing it was Josie.
He took her right to the bedroom, kicking the door shut with a hard slam and dropping her down to the bed. Josie quickly jumped up and reached for her ass.
“I’m wet,” she said.
Reese grinned. “I love when you talk dirty, sweetheart.”
“Don’t ruin this for me. I’m probably going to regret this tomorrow.”
Reese moved to the bed and sat down on the edge, reaching for Josie. He positioned her right in front of him and kept her there. He looked up at her, just once, before he lifted her shirt up, exposing bare skin. Moving forward, he gently kissed just above her belly button, tasting her with his tongue, knowing there was more he wanted - and he would get.
As his hands moved her shirt up, Reese broke the kiss and curled his lip as he looked up at Josie again. This time he slowly stood up, taking her shirt off as slowly as he could to savor the moment with her. There was just something about it… being with her that made him ease just a little. Wanting to savor the seconds with her. Wanting to savor the taste of her body.
Reese dropped Josie’s shirt to the floor and brought the tips of his fingers to the thin straps of her bra. He curled his fingertips behind it and traced the lines from her shoulders down the front of her body. Josie let out a shuddering sigh and put her head back. Reese moved down and pressed his lips to her neck. One quick peck and he began to really kiss her. Kiss her the way a woman like Josie deserved to be kissed. She was carrying a portion of the world that was unfair. She needed to let that shit go for a little while.
Reese kissed from one side of her neck to the other. His fingertips kept playing along the front of her bra, feeling the swell of her breasts. He then made a quick move, retreating back up the straps of her bra and over her slender shoulders to her back. When he undid the clasp, Josie clamped her hands onto his leather cut.
Now it was her turn for a second, sliding her hands under the cut and racing up over his shirt to his shoulders. She pushed at the cut and Reese grinned as he lowered his hands to let Josie take it off his body. Most women would just push it off and not give a damn about where it went. Not Josie. She understood more than most about the MC and what it all meant.
Josie took the leather cut off Reese, and with her right hand, she draped it over the corner of the bed. Reese watched her do this and watched her wiggle her way out of her bra, leaving her topless, still wearing wet pants.
“Fuck, Josie,” Reese whispered.