The Power
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That was what I had to do.
I would be worthy of her love.
Because she was more than worthy of that. She deserved more than that, and I would give that to her. There would be no room for anything else, because after this—after having her, after knowing that she was mine—there was no way I could stay away from her.
So I would do right by her.
Even if it killed me.
Kissing her neck, I smiled when she murmured something that sounded distinctively like “cupcakes” under her breath. I was surprised it wasn’t “bacon” since I was sure she dreamt of that stuff. I kissed her cheek and then settled my head on the pillow.
Josie wiggled again, and I swallowed a groan. I wanted her again, but this, the quiet moments between us, with both of us lying together were fucking bliss. There were no other words for it.
Never would be. This was a piece of beautiful paradise, something I would treasure when it came time to pay my dues.
But a cold voice whispered, sending unease down my spine. Will it last?
CHAPTER 19
In the middle of the night, I woke up, and this time I wasn’t selfless. I was hard and nestled against the curve of her ass. I had no idea what time it was or what was going on outside these walls, and I really didn’t care.
Everything was focused on the soft body in my arms.
I was going to wake up Josie in the best possible way.
I coasted my hand over her waist and then her hip, my fingers dipping between her thighs. I found that spot, dragging my thumb over the tiny piece of flesh. Her thighs parted and her moan was sleepy. I shifted my hand, sliding my finger inside.
Grinning in the dark, I forged a path of kisses down her neck as I rocked my hips forward. She was starting to move against my hand in a slow restless circle. Her breaths picked up and I felt the moment she came fully awake. Her head kicked back against my chest and her hand fluttered to where mine played between those pretty thighs.
“Seth,” she moaned, her voice husky. “That . . . that feels amazing.”
“It’s going to feel even better, sweetheart.”
Her chest rose sharply as I curled my other hand around her breast, finding the hardened nipple. She was sensitive there, and as I worked the little nub between my thumb and finger, her hips moved wildly.
I rolled away long enough to reach inside the nightstand and grab another foil packet. I broke records getting that condom on. Josie started to turn, but I stopped her. Curling my body behind hers, I slid my hand down her side to her thigh. I lifted her leg, draping it over mine.
“I . . . I don’t know what to do,” she admitted.
“Shh. You just being right here is doing everything.” I kissed the space below the nape of her neck. My heart pounded wicked fast. “I’ll take care of the rest.”
Lining our hips up, I entered her from behind, careful to take it slow, because I wasn’t sure if she was sore or not, and she’d stiffened at first, relaxing after I held still. I gave her time to adjust and then worked my way in, inch by inch, until I was seated.
“Oh my gods,” she gasped. “You feel . . . this feels different.”
I brought my hand back to that bundle of nerves just above where we were connected. “Better?”
“Yes.” A soft, feminine sound left her as I withdrew slowly, to where only the tip was left in, and then I slid back in. “Deeper,” she murmured. “This is so much deeper.”
“Wait until I get you on your knees.” I started rocking faster, moving my thumb and finger over her center in tune to my thrusts.
“Oh gods.”
“You’re going to love that.” I groaned as she thrust that ass back against me. “Fuck. I think you love this.”
“I do,” she moaned, grasping my arm.
Her soft moans and my harsher grunts soon filled the dark room, and the sounds of our bodies coming together heightened the tension building inside me.
A gnawing ache stirred in my gut and spread to my chest. A very different kind of hunger took root. It would be so easy to just have a taste—a small, insignificant taste. I’d just have to move my other hand from her breast and I could—
No.
Shutting that part of me down, I focused on how she fit me like a glove, how she rolled her hips back against my thrusts with abandonment. I focused on how her movements were slightly awkward and untrained, and how that was so much fucking hotter than anything. I focused on her love and her trust until that ache receded and the only thing I felt was her and not what was in her.
It wasn’t easy, but I did it, and hell, there was no way I was going to last long. I wanted to. I wanted to stay deep inside her for fucking hours. She was so damn tight and hot that she branded me, and yeah, this wasn’t going to last long.
A powerful release rolled down my spine, and when she found hers her body contracted around mine in a way that tossed me right over the edge, burying my face into the side of her neck as I came. Like the one earlier, the release fucking wrecked me. It was never-ending, and by the time my pulse slowed down, I wasn’t sure I could ever move again.
“You all right?” I murmured against the back of her neck.
“Yeah,” she replied, reaching back and running her hand over my hip. “You’re not going to break me.”
The thing was, if I wasn’t careful, I would do that.
Knowing that gave me the energy to take care of the condom, and when I returned to the bed, I tucked her against my front again. She was out before me, but I quickly followed, dozing off despite where my thoughts had gone. When I woke again, a handful of hours later, it was dawn, and I was going to wake Josie again, but this time with the second best way possible.