Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 67982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
But then I notice something that I had not really paid attention to before the few times I’ve been at her place.
Her walls are bare. There are no decorative prints hanging. She has no knickknacks perched on tables or on the fireplace mantle. No magazines she’s reading laid out on the coffee table, which is bare of even a set of coasters to set a drink on.
There’s nothing in this house to indicate who Josie is, other than a jigsaw puzzle taking up real estate on her kitchen table.
Something about that makes my heart clench. Her house isn’t a home, but just a place to rest her head. It’s as sterile as the hospital she works in.
Another stab in my chest, but I try to shake it off as I rummage through her cabinets for a glass. Josie is doing exactly what she wants to do. She’s in a relationship with her career, and that’s totally fucking cool. I mean, she’s a freaking doctor who saves lives.
But still, there’s a part of me that feels sad. She doesn’t have any close friends, and I’d venture to say I’m her closest as of now. She’s got a fantastic relationship with her parents and talks to her mom a lot, but they’re from California, so she doesn’t get to see them that often. Until I insinuated myself into her life, she did nothing but work, eat, and sleep. Sleep, eat, and work.
Now she works, eats, sleeps, and fucks. I’ve added another dimension to her life, but I’m starting to wonder how much more I can add.
There is no wonder over the fact that I apparently want to add more. I dig her big time, and I’ve always been the guy who goes with the flow. I’m not scared to see where this goes. I’m not scared to have more with her.
The only question is does she want the same thing, because by the way she lives her life by outward appearances, she doesn’t seem to need much.
Chapter 12
Josie
In my humble opinion, there aren’t many better ways to wake up than with a gorgeous man who has his face shoved between your legs.
My heels dig down into Reed’s back as his mouth and fingers move over me and in me. Feral sounds rumble out of my throat and my fingers clutch fistfuls of his hair. As if it’s not enough that Reed is hitting me in all the right places, in all the right ways, he’s making his own sounds of pure pleasure over what he’s doing to me.
He loves doing this to me.
I love him doing it to me.
My sexual experiences aren’t all that vast, and three years of my experiences belonged to Aiden. I thought we were good in bed. In fact, I can still say that we were good. Really good.
Reed, though, is fantastic. Phenomenal. Amazing. Stupendous.
He presses two fingers deep into me and his tongue flutters against my clit.
“Reed,” I groan as my hips wiggle, trying to get more friction going. “God, that feels good.”
Lifting those hazel eyes to me, he pulls his mouth away and looks at me with such need my breath catches. “Please tell me you have a condom handy, because after I make you come, I’m going to fuck the hell out of you. God help your neighbors on the other side.”
My sex totally clenches over the rough timbre of his voice laced with desperation. I shake my head and my voice sounds whiny. “I don’t. Shit…I don’t.”
If I expected Reed to be disappointed over that proclamation, I’d be wrong. Instead, he gives me a wicked smile that sets off a ripple of pleasure through me, then pushes up onto his hands.
“Guess we’ll try something a little different,” he says, and before I can even process what he’s doing, he’s flipping both of us on the bed. He ends up on his back, his huge erection standing straight before my face because that’s the way he positioned me. My knees are pressed into the mattress at his sides, and I’m straddling his face.
“Oh God,” I moan as it becomes clear what exactly he has in mind.
“Let me have it, Josie,” he murmurs as his hands spread over my backside. His thumbs creep inward to spread me apart and I have no control over my body as it lowers to meet his mouth.
The first touch of his tongue causes me to jerk forward and my face smacks against his cock. Reed chuckles against my sensitive flesh.
Full-body shivers hit me and Reed turns his head slightly to the side. “You can put your mouth on me, Doc, if you want.”
“Oh God,” I moan again, and then I have him in my hand and on my tongue.
“Yes,” he hisses as I take him in, going still below me for a moment. I take the opportunity for a long, slow suck of his length into my mouth and I’m rewarded when I feel him tremble.