Cuts Like An Angel (25 page)

“Don’t stop,” she said.

“You want me, Rosie?” he breathed against her ear, pushing her legs farther apart and placed himself at her entrance. He pushed in slowly, both of them gasping at the ecstasy. She was so tight, so hot. Her arms wrapped his upper body, a frantic grasp, her legs doing the same. The feeling was so amazing, to feel her hunger. For him, fuck, all for him. He slid his hands under her buttocks and lifted her up as he slid deep inside her.

“Josh,” she cried, gripping his waist with her legs, her fingers digging into his shoulders as he moved. 

“Oh God,” he growled against her, heat building rapidly inside him, ready for his own release. He didn’t want it yet; he didn’t want this to end.

Rosie panted hard, her moans pushing Josh’s pleasure to the edge. He pushed harder into her, grunting and biting the skin at the side of her neck. She moved with him, matching his pace, meeting his thrusts with her own. 

“Fuck,” he called out as his orgasm rode him, throbbing down his body and detonating inside her. He thrust harder with it, hungry to plant everything deep inside her. Rosie pulled him tight to her body, her nails digging into his back, keeping him there while his climax slowly subsided.

He remained laying on her, holding most of his weight still as their bodies heaved in the aftermath. He listened to the sound of their breaths, the only thing filling the room. So amazing. God damn that was so amazing.

He felt himself going soft inside her and moved to roll off only to have her yelp. “Hair, hair,” she cried.

“Shit,” he said, jerking his hand up. “So sorry,” he said, reaching to stroke her cheek right as she lifted her head, getting a nice gouge with his thumbnail on her chin. “Double shit,” he cried, to which she dropped her head with an explosion of laughter.

He pulled out of her right at the wrong time. “Rosie … shit. Fuck ….”

Her laughter turned to coughing and soon she was holding a hand up to him, hacking up her lungs as she sat up.

“The condom,” he called above the racket, looking down at himself. “It came off. Fuck.”

Chapter Thirty-Three

Rosie

Josh’s words registered like he’d yelled
fire
and Rosie bolted up. “What? What!”

“The condom,” he stuttered. “Y-you laughed and I pulled out and it wasn’t ... it’s not here.”

She choked on fear and shock. “Not there? What do you mean not there
!
”

He raked a hand through his hair and gestured to her privates. “I mean it’s … it’s left behind.”

“Oh my God,” she squealed, scooting to the edge of the bed carefully.

He stumbled into his underwear, glancing at her with a confused brow as he did. “Well, it should be fine? I mean you’ve had your … shots?”

“My
what?
Oh my God, it’s
in me
?” she cried, freaking out.

“Your tablets?” He snapped his finger when she gawked at him worse. “Those things women take, the-the anti- …
baby
medicine!”

“The
pill?”
She would have laughed her ass off if she weren’t freaking the hell out. “I’ve got to get it out. It could be
leaking!”
She stared at him, incredulous then pulled the sheet with her off the bed as she walked with her legs spread.

“Do you want me to try and fetch it?” he asked behind her.

“Oh my God,
fetch
it?
Fetch
it?” She hurried into the bathroom and shut the door.

“I’m sure gravity will pull it the right way,” he said at the door while she put a foot on the tub and reached with her finger inside. She fought to feel for it, feel for
anything
. “God, where
is it?
” she shrilled quietly.

“Did you get it?”

“No! It’s like
jammed
up there, oh my God!”

“I can probably reach it.”

“Hurry!”

He opened the door and she held the sheet to her chest, pointing between her legs. “I can’t move from here, I’m standing still, I’m standing right here.”

“You stand there, okay, don’t move,” he agreed, stopping before her. He reached down between her legs. “Here I go.” He carefully felt his way along her folds to her entrance.

“Oh God you’re,” she strained on the words as he accidentally masturbated her.

“What?”

She grabbed hold of his shoulder feeling off balance. “Just get it,
please
.”

“I’m trying,” he said, getting back to tormenting her with his gentle, forever-taking-touch at her opening.

“Jesus,” she gasped, when his finger slowly worked inside her.

“What now?” he whispered, his face too close to hers as he pushed deeper inside her. “Tell me if I hurt you.”

“Hurt me?” She strained on a moan and she caught the slight curve of his lips as he reached even deeper, making her gasp.

“I think I feel it.”

“Oh God, get it, hurry before I get pregnant!”

“Still trying,” he said, pushing until his entire hand pressed into her. “When did you have your last cycle?” he asked casually.

“I ….”  She fought to think around what he was doing to her. “Uhhh. The fifteenth,” she said breathlessly.

“The fifteenth,” he murmured, angling his serious gaze at her, but there was a hunger sparking in his blue eyes that made her nearly forget what he was supposed to be doing and how freaked out she needed to be. “We’re the fifteenth today,” he said, his touch aggressively seeking. “You feel amazing,” he whispered, seeming lost in what he was doing. “So hot and silky ... and tight.”

A whimpered cry escaped her when he pulled out of her slowly. “The fifteenth?” she gushed, watching between her legs. “I’m due, my period. That means I’m due now,” she cried in semi-relief.

“That’s a good thing?”

“I shouldn’t be ovulating!”

He lifted the condom and dread filled her. “Oh. My. God … where’s the
stuff
?”

He angled his head at it. “I believe it’s the … whitish liquid.”

“I mean shouldn’t there be
more?
” she cried, back to freaking out. “Oh God, I feel it leaking, it’s leaking out,” she barely squeaked. He eyed her with concern. Finally. She nodded at him a lot. “Yep, it’s leaking.”

“Perhaps it’s yours,” he said.

She jabbed a finger at the condom. “It’s nearly empty. God, what kind of weird condom
is
that? Looks like a deflated
puffer
fish
.”

He winced a little. “Think its stage name is … spiked dragon of ecstasy.” He eyed her sheepishly. “I was … perhaps a little adventurous once upon a time.” He glanced from it to her then to it again. “I wouldn’t say it’s empty.” He jiggled it a little. “I mean how much do you suppose there should be?”

She choked and sputtered on the question and shrugged her shoulders. “More than that” she was pretty damn sure. She eyed him now. “How much did you put in it, you should know? Did you put that much?”

He considered a moment and the resulting look on his face made her panic.

“Oh God,” she wailed, spinning to the tub and turning on the water. “You put a
load
of it, I can tell by your face.”

“What are you doing?”

“I’m going to try and get it out.”

“Can you do that?”

“I don’t know,” she shrilled wiggling her bottom in the tub, waiting for the water to fill. She could suck it into herself and push it out. She knew how to do that; she’d figured it out by accident once when masturbating in the tub.

He threw the condom in the bathroom trash and returned to kneel next to the tub. “I can’t get pregnant,” she hissed at him, desperate.

“You’re not pregnant. You said yourself you’re not ovulating.”

“But I can’t be positive. I’m not ready to be a
mother.
”

“Okay,” he soothed, reaching into the water and stroking her thigh. “And I’m not ready to be a father. Ever, actually. We’ll get a test right away and you can put your fears to rest.”

She stared at him, wondering why he didn’t want to be a father. “Lie back,” he ordered softly.

She would’ve argued but he had his hands on her shoulders, gently pushing her to obey. She didn’t fight.

“Relax. Being afraid will only make your body do stranger things.”

Right, right. She nodded, trying to relax, wanting to believe him. She couldn’t get pregnant.

“There, now close your eyes.”

She did as he said and focused on the feel of him pouring handfuls of hot water on her legs. Then stomach. She parted her lips when he poured water right on her nipple.

“So beautiful, Rosie,” he whispered. “Did you like our first time?”

She pressed her palms to the bottom of the tub when his finger brushed over the very tip of her nipple. Back and forth until her clit was on fire and she arched her back to get more. She remembered the question and nodded, liking that he’d said
first.
Like there would be more. Like she wouldn’t be a one-time thing.

He shut the water off and she kept her eyes closed, wanting him to keep on, hoping he did. He glided his hand under the water, softly along her ankle. He moved at a teasing pace up her inner calf.

His other hand suddenly covered her breast and squeezed with a sensual lapping. With each squeeze, his hand rose enough for his palm to graze the tip of her nipple before pressing back into the mound for another hungry caress.

Her stomach clenched in memory of how he’d felt when he made love to her. So amazing under his hands, his hard body crushing hers with his aggressive thrusts.

“Open for me Rosie,” he whispered, nudging her inner thigh toward the side of the tub. “Open wide for me.”

“Josh.” She arched into his tormenting touch at her breasts, his fingers squeezing her nipple as his other touch licked along the inside of her folds. “Yes,” she barely whispered when his finger found her clit with slow circles.

“I want to make you come again, Rosie.” The words came between his unsteady breaths. “I’ve dreamed of this right here. Did you dream of it?”

“Yes,” she said quickly, wanting him to know. She lifted her hips for more pressure on her clit. It was so hot the way he barely touched her. He matched his touch on her nipple, his finger circling the very tip, making her grunt with need and rock her hips.

“Do you want me to finger you, Rosie?”

“Please,” she panted, nodding.

“Look at me, Rosie. While I touch you here.”

Her eyes fluttered open and the look on his face made everything much hotter. She’d never seen a more desperate hunger on a more handsome face. “Touch me. Touch me more, please,” she whispered, lifting her hips higher and opening her legs as wide as she could.

He suddenly leaned into the tub, his face just before hers. He slid his finger deep inside her and kissed her the second she cried out from it. As though it was what he wanted more than anything, to taste her while he did that.

He grunted in her mouth as his finger turned hungry and seeking like his tongue. His thumb pressed into her clit with a perfection. Rosie grabbed his face with both hands, her own breaths coming in moans that got louder and faster as he fingered her.

“Josh,” she begged weakly, scraping her nails on his face and neck. “Don’t … don’t stop. Finger me, deeper.”

He gave a growl and latched his strong fingers onto her jaw as he fingered her, splashing water with his frenzied pace. He kissed and bit her lips, going deep so that his hand pounded against her. The wiggle of his thumb on her clit brought a paralyzing orgasm, right there, oh God, yes.

“Fuck, Rosie,” he strained right on her mouth when she came. Shameless cries wrenched out of her and she arched her body, pulling her legs back through the hard shudders while Josh bit along every inch of her parted lips with deep, low, groans.

“I want you again,” he said, his tone a tormented lament.

“Your turn,” she whispered on his mouth, breathless.  She sat up and pointed in the tub. “Bathe with me.

Josh stared at her for a long time. She wondered … worried even what it was that would require so much effort on his part. Was it the kind of intimacy? After seconds of deliberation, he finally stood and climbed in, holding her with a harsh stare as he did. Everything about his expression said what she asked of him was a lot like jumping from a cliff, and the look he wore said
I’ll jump. For you.
He didn’t hide the effort it demanded of him, almost like he wanted her to know how hard it was and that he would, for her.

A heavy fear rode alongside this silent gift. Whatever he was doing, that she didn’t quite understand, represented a real cliff to him and he knew that nobody came back from that kind of jump. But it was the unspoken plea burning in his gaze that stole her heart.
Don’t take me there unless you come with me to the bottom of this impossible place.

The need to prove she’d never hurt him had her breathless. She got on her knees before him, not breaking that eye contact he seemed to need, that unspoken lifeline of assurance he searched for in her gaze. She couldn’t bring herself to verbalize and she prayed her eyes conveyed. That he was safe with her. And how happy she was that he trusted her. Chose her.

He rested his arms on the edges of the tub, legs drawn up, knees touching either side. The pose was one of confidence and bravery but the hard flex of muscle across his chest and arms said he was holding on tight. The stern set of his jaw showed his determination. He’d not hold back no matter how scared he was. He was going to jump into that place where he gave her things that couldn’t be ungiven. Things he couldn’t be a human without. He was putting himself in her hands and she felt the weight of that gift
.

The responsibility had her shaking.  What if she dropped him? Broke him? His lips parted and the fire in his gaze said he was ready and burning for what she had offered. Her body responded on its own, not needing instruction or coaching. She placed her hands on his knees, gliding her fingers along the inside of his open thighs. She held his gaze, and he slowly laid his head back, surrendering to her.

The green light set her on fire and she surrendered to what begged to take her. A hunger to consume him with pleasure and passion. She took firm hold of his manhood in both hands. His brows drew together hard and he pulled his head forward with a gasp. Eyes locked on her, burning up with heat and unspoken demands. She answered it in an equal silence, sliding her hands slowly up and down him. His mouth turned hard with his clenched jaw and he rolled his hips with a strained grunt that called for more of the same.

She gripped him even tighter in response, working her hands in opposite direction, one squeezing down to the very base and the other to the top for a slow, hard, circling around the thick head.

The harsh breaths he gave when she did that made her clit tingle and throb. Desire emboldened her to kneel until her legs pressed into his. She let go of her moans, letting him know how hot she was, how much she liked seeing him feel good. She lowered her gaze, watching him in her hands, watching the way he thrust for it.