Josie wiped her eyes and cleared her throat. “I’m at home.” The less said the better, as Alex reached up to caress one bare breast. In the daylight, his body was even better than she’d imagined, all feline and protective and big. He buried his head in her hip, cuddling in a way that sent shoots of heat through her.
“Who said ‘hospital’?” Laura asked.
“I did,” Alex replied, chuckling into Josie’s belly.
“Oh my God, is Dr. Perfect in bed with you?”
Time to give up. “Yes.”
Alex grabbed the phone and spoke into it. “No,” he said, kissing her hipbone, then sliding away, his receding warmth nearly making her cry. His muscled ass wandered into the hallway and she heard a door shut.
“SQUEEEEE!” Laura’s scream could be heard five houses down by the deaf, ancient labradoodle that wore a diaper when its owner took her for walks every morning. “You’re sleeping with Alex?”
“I am somethinging with Alex.”
“What’s somethinging?”
“We’re making it up as we go along.”
“You let him spend the night?”
Silence. This was not an easy conversation.
“Josie? You never let guys spend the night.”
“He watched Downton Abbey with me last night. We fell asleep in front of Netflix after four episodes.”
“Men don’t watch Downton Abbey unless they’re trying to get in your pants.”
“Well, it worked.”
Another squeee from Laura. “You never, ever let guys stay over,” she repeated, her tone of utter marvel making Josie’s stomach flutter.
“I know, but he doesn’t know that, and you’re yelling as if I were your deaf great-grandma, so cut it out.”
“Okay,” Laura whispered with great affect, like someone on stage.
“Why are you calling?” A gurgle in the distance told her Alex was making coffee.
“To complain about my sex life. But yours is much more interesting. Do tell!”
“Tell what?” Josie asked dryly.
“Is he perfect in bed, too?”
“God, yes,” Josie murmured into the phone, cupping her hand around it. “Even better than the other day by the river.”
“What river?”
“Remember the leaf in my hair?”
“You had sex with him the day after I gave birth?”
“Yes,” Josie hissed. More distant gurgling.
“You picked up a doctor at my birth and then f**ked him by the river while I was humping ice packs like a bride on a Sybian at a bachelorette party?”
Long pause. “I really can’t go with that analogy, Laura.” Alex sauntered back in, gloriously buff, carrying two mugs of coffee. He handed one to her.
Perfect. Dr. Fucking Perfect. No man had ever brought her coffee in bed. Then again, no man ever had the chance to…
“He just brought me coffee in bed,” she hissed into the phone.
“Did I interrupt sex?” Laura squealed.
“No, but you’re about to,” Alex said in a cheerfully loud voice.
“Byelauragottago,” Josie said in a rush as she turned off the phone. Coffee, schmoffee.
If she needed a little something to wake her up…
Or something big.
“Want to shower?” he murmured in her ear as she took one last sip of her hot coffee, suddenly alert. Shower sex would be a first for her; her ni**les tingled at the thought. His hands caressed her belly, one sliding down already as the warmth of his arms around her, pulling her up, made the world melt away yet again.
A nagging thought crossed her mind, intruding. “I have to be at work by ten!” she gasped. Her phone said 8:35 a.m.
“We can have a quick shower.” Yanking her arm, he bent his knees, exerting enough gentle force to make her lose her footing and crash into his wall of muscle.
“Wait! We need a—”
“Condom,” she interrupted, pulling out of his arms and circling the bed, opening the drawer and snatching one—fast. They ran to the bathroom. He’d beaten her by seconds and turned on the shower, the spray arcing over the curtain rod in places and making her shriek.
“You raised the nozzle!” she shouted.
“It was set at the height of a dachshund.”
“Hey!” Standing on tiptoes, she tried to stare him down but was faced with his ni**les instead. Playful and goofy, she reached out with her teeth and nipped one. Arms clinched around her and the sense of playfulness dissipated instantly, as if a switch flipped inside her that aroused every sense, making the feel of her bare skin against his hard legs, the push of his erection against her belly, and the lush movements of his hands on her ass turn her from a silly thing to a sultry woman.
Steam rose over their heads as the water heated in tandem with her blood, fire between them evident as his hands went everywhere—hers, too. Bodies tangled in a dance of strokes and sighs. Stepping into the shower, she bent over to set the condom on the edge of the tub and found him behind her, the push of his c**k against her thigh.
Oh, my. The shock of so much of him behind her, of the water pounding both their na**d bodies, of his arms and hands and thighs and all of Alex pressed against her, slipping and sliding and taking her over made her flush and swell, eager for sex that would be fast and furious. Spinning around, she wrapped her limbs around his body and moaned as the parts matched up in just the right places.
Mouths hungry, the water hot and aimed right over her head, it pounded into his neck and sprayed around, he reached down to find her, one finger sliding in as she gasped, opening her eyes to find him wet and smoldering, as if that were possible.
One last, almost violent kiss and he turned her around, one hand grasping her breast and pinching her nipple so hard she nearly cl**axed, and then the telltale sound of the wrapper tearing, a hand against the cleft of her ass, and his voice.
“Put your hands against the wall.”
The order made her knees tingle, palms slapping against the white fiberglass wall. Splayed out, her hands bore witness to his arm wrapped around her waist, his hand roaming wherever it damn well pleased, his thighs sliding against hers as his other hand took his thick self and slowly centered the tip right where she wanted it most. Backing up, she helped him to enter her, the water’s spray on her back now, thin rivers pouring over her breast, waterfalls cascading from her ni**les.
Never a fan of sex where she couldn’t be face to face, this was something completely different. Filled with an erotic uncertainty, she tingled and faltered, thrilled by his new dominance. The power of Alex’s thrusts behind her, how one hand now rested on her shoulder, the other strumming her clit, made her lift one leg and brace herself against the tub edge, the new angle so exquisite she felt the rush of orgasm right then, her inner core muscles tightening with breakneck speed.