sweater. He was rougher than she remembered, his passion fueling her own. She gripped his hair tightly when it appeared he’d stop kissing her, pulling his lips back to hers.
Jake groaned, so she pulled harder. Her aggression turned him on. He slipped his hands beneath her sweater and pinched her nipples.
Her head flew back against the wall as the sensual assault drove her higher. Her pussy grew wet. Or wetter. Her arousal had sparked and fired the moment Jake had whispered his invitation to fulfill her fantasy at the table.
“I want you so much,” she muttered against his cheek when his lips traveled along her throat, his tongue and teeth toying with her earlobe.
“What’s the next full moon?”
Josie’s fingers dug into his shirt and she struggled to understand his question. “What?”
Jake was still kissing her neck, his hungry nips and sucks driving her crazy. Her neck was a serious erogenous zone and Jake was using that knowledge against her.
“What’s next month, Josie?” His tone was darker, more demanding.
She struggled to remember the next item on the list. “Um, anal? I think.”
He growled—an honest to God growl—and her nipples tightened, her pussy clenched. She’d never been with such a physically sexy man. It made her feel reckless, thrilled.
“Mine.” He punctuated the declaration with a red-hot exclamation point when he lifted her skirt, pushed aside the string of her thong and shoved two fingers inside her cunt.
“Holy fuck. Yes.” Her hips thrust forward, trying to push him deeper, but Jake refused to move.
“Say it, Josie. Say the next full moon is mine.”
She frowned, trying to pull away from him, to recapture her wits. “I told you, I—”
“The next one is mine or you don’t get tonight’s.”
She gasped for breath when he began driving his fingers inside her. It was too much. And nowhere near enough. She wanted his cock. “Jake, stop. Please. I need you. Now.”
His hands stilled. “I’m just asking for a fair exchange. Give me what I want and I’ll fuck you senseless against this wall.”
He grazed her clit with his thumb. Just a touch and it was gone.
“You’re cheating.”
His face softened. “I can’t be fair when it comes to you. If I give you this fantasy, there’s not a doubt in my mind you won’t be back. You don’t want to give me your phone number, fine. You’re looking for something you can control, something casual, I get it. So I’m taking what I can. I want you to promise me the next full moon.”
His words pierced deeply, cut cleanly through the blanket of painful memories she’d wrapped herself in to keep herself safe, to preserve her from making the same mistakes. He’d managed to touch a part of her soul she thought was dead and found a way to make her hope for a happy future, love, companionship.
“Fuck,” she muttered, fighting to batten down the hatches again. This was why she should have stayed away. And exactly why she couldn’t. “Fine. It’s yours.”
“Promise me.”
“I promise you can have the next full moon.”
A smile so genuine covered Jake’s face, wiping away all her doubts.
He kissed her again as he slowly pulled his fingers out.
She heard the zipper of his pants lower, then the crinkle of a condom. She didn’t bother to open her eyes. Instead, she let herself fall into the beauty of his lovely kisses as his lips consumed hers, then her cheeks, her forehead, her neck. He was everywhere. Surrounding her with warmth and peace.
Jake’s cock touched her clit as he sought entrance to her body. She reached down to help guide him home.
His strong hands cupped her ass, lifting her so she could wrap her legs around his waist, the wall at her back supporting most of her weight.
Jake didn’t hesitate. He plunged deep on the first thrust and Josie felt the immediate spark of her climax.
Between his sweet words, hard fucking and the knowledge that anyone could walk by at any moment, Josie’s body had