“Field.” He’s watching his hands on my foot.
“Picture.”
“Frame,” he responds absently.
“Horse.”
“Friend.” I tilt my head and watch him carefully. He’s still looking down at my feet and legs, and enjoying giving me the massage. His voice is soft and relaxed, and his body is loose and stress-free.
“Cara.”
“Love.” I grin at him as he raises his eyes to mine before turning his gaze back down to my legs.
“Sex.”
“Cara.” His eyes find mine again, heating up now, and his hands tighten around my ankle. “My turn.”
“Okay.”
His hands glide up the side of my leg to my knee and back down again in long, fluid strokes. “Tree.”
“Fall,” I murmur with a smile.
“School.”
“Work.”
“Jillian.” He tilts his head slightly.
“Crazy.” I laugh.
He grips my leg and pulls me easily down the couch and moves over me, bracing himself on his elbows beside my head and nestling his pelvis against mine. He gently brushes my hair back from my face.
“Cock.” He grins widely.
“Hard.” I wrinkle my nose and circle my hips against him, feeling his hard cock pressed against me.
He sits back on his heels and pulls my shorts off quickly, tugs his sweats down to his knees and returns to me, not filling me yet, just rubbing that hard, long cock through my lips and against my clit.
“Mmm . . .” I moan.
“Shhh, this is my turn.” He brushes his lips over mine softly. “Kiss.”
“Sexy,” I gasp as he moves his hips back and forth, tormenting me.
“Clit,” he whispers, and pushes his hand between us, circling my clit with his middle finger.
“Happy.” I smile up at him and brush my hands down his side.
He sinks into me then, slowly filling me, and then pulls back, only to push inside again, setting a beautiful rhythm of push and pull, setting my core on fire. He kisses down my throat to my breast, sucking my nipple gently into his mouth, worrying it with his teeth and then brushing his tongue back and forth over the hard nub.
“Oh my,” I murmur, running my fingertips up and down his back.
“Shhh.” He pulls the other nipple into his mouth and pays it the same attention as he did its twin, then pushes up to kiss me deeply.
“Josh.” His eyes are hot as he says his own name, thrusting in and out of me quickly now.
I gaze up at him and push my hands through his soft, dark hair. How do I come up with one word to describe him?
“Everything.”
“Ah, baby,” he murmurs, and kisses me again, pushing his tongue inside me to rub and coax my own tongue in a sensual rhythm that matches that of his hips.
I wrap my arms tightly around him, holding him flush against me, and feel my pussy begin to contract around his hard length. He pushes inside and holds himself there, grinding his pubis against my clit. I come undone, shuddering beneath him as the orgasm rolls through me.
He groans and cups my face in his hands as he comes, his hips pulsating against me as he empties inside me.
“I love you, Carolina. Don’t ever forget that.”
* * *
“I want to watch something romantic,” I inform him smugly.
“I don’t have anything romantic,” he replies, looking exasperated.
“It’s okay, I came prepared.” I jump up off the couch and run to the bedroom where my suitcase is, grab the Blu-ray case from my bag, and run back to the living room, where Josh is kneeling by the television.
“Did you seriously bring a Nicholas Sparks movie into my home?” He glares at me.
“Yes.” I smile sweetly and bat my eyelashes, making Josh laugh. “It’s the newest one. The lead actor’s real name is Josh too, so you should love it.”
“That’s pure girl-logic.” He shakes his head and takes the disc from me, slides it into the player, and flops onto the couch with me. “I get sexual favors for this later, right?”
“I can’t confirm or deny that.” I take a sip of my Diet Coke. “If I start spoiling you like that, you’ll expect it all the time and it’ll be anarchy around here.”
“I’m going to spank you later,” he whispers playfully in my ear, and despite having had a mind-numbing orgasm less than thirty minutes ago, my stomach clenches and electricity shoots through my fingertips.
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” I warn him.
“God, you’re sassy.” He laughs and shakes some Skittles into the palm of his hand. He feeds me a green one and pops a purple one into his own mouth as the movie begins.
“Um, do we have to watch a chick flick, Dad?”