Rumor (Renegades #4)(29)
Author: Skye Jordan

A tingle of unease burned along his ribs. He gripped her jaw and drew her gaze to his. “Nothing’s going to happen.”

“Something always happens.”

“Not this time.” He wrapped one arm around her shoulder, yanked his jeans into place with the other, and started toward a side door. But a strange and new insecurity floated inside him now, the sensation of losing her when they’d finally just found each other again.

At his room, he pulled the key card from his wallet and faced the door. Grace slipped her arms around him from behind, pressed her body against his, laid her forehead to the indention of his spine, and just held him.

Josh unlocked the door and held it open with his foot, then turned and wrapped her in his arms. Sliding a hand beneath her hair, he lifted her mouth to his and kissed her as they made their way inside.

“God, I love the way you kiss,” he murmured against her lips. “Can’t get enough.”

“And I love the way you feel.” Her fingers slipped beneath the hem of his T-shirt and stroked his belly and chest. “Can’t wait to get my hands on that body of yours.”

Her hands slipped under his shirt, and her stroke tingled over the skin of his belly like electricity. “Baby, I let you have control last night.” He backed her toward the side of the bed, bent his knees, swept his hands up her thighs, and eased her dress over her hips, then braced one knee on the bed and laid her back. “Tonight, it’s my turn.”

He pressed one hand between her legs, covering her mound. She sipped a gasp and arched her back. “Oh, God…”

“That’s what I’m talkin’ about,” he murmured, thrumming with the anticipation of making her as crazy as she made him.

He kissed her breastbone where her ribs joined, and continued to create a hot, deliberate path toward her belly button. Her hands threaded into his hair. Her hips lifted into his hand. The beauty of it, of having his Grace beneath him, was almost too much to believe. But all he had to do was open his eyes, see her beautiful body spread out on the bed beneath him, bathed in moonlight spilling through the window, and he knew it was real.

He lifted the other knee to the bed, spread his hands across her flat belly, and let them sweep up, dragging her dress overhead and exposing a lace bra that matched her tiny panties.

Cupping her face between his hands, he kissed her gently. “This will never change, Grace. Me loving you will never change.”

Josh kissed a line down the middle of her body until he reached her panties, then opened his mouth over the lace covering her pussy and breathed long and hot. Grace groaned, the sound a languid plea for more. He kissed her through the lace. Licked her. Another soft moan from her throat heated his blood. He spread his hands over her thighs and pressed her legs wide, rubbing his face over her soft pussy. She smelled spicy and sultry and musky. Delicious.

He tugged the lace away from her sweet spot and found her pussy bare. Completely and totally bare. His cock hitched against his jeans.

“Fucking beautiful,” he breathed, then licked, and moaned at the taste of her—sweet, tangy, hot. And licked again. Deeper. “Mmm.”

“Oh, shit…” Her hips rocked and wiggled. Her hands fisted in his hair. The sights and sounds of her pleasure turned his blood to jet fuel. He gripped the panties at her hip, and with one pull, the flimsy fabric snapped.

“Oh my God.” Grace gasped. “You ripped them? Those are expensive.”

“Now who’s concerned about rules? I’ll make it worth your while,” he said before covering her pussy with his mouth. And, oh God, yeah, this was what he wanted. Warm, soft, erotic…

“Fuck,” she choked out, back arching of the bed. “Oh my God… Josh.”

Hearing her scream his name was a wild aphrodisiac. He growled with lust, opened his eyes, and watched her fall back on the bed, arms overhead, fisting her hair. Her head rolled back and forth, her back arched, her hips writhed. And the sounds that scraped from her throat set fire to all that fuel inside him.

“Josh… God… Please…”

He knew exactly what she wanted. And he smiled as he eased her folds open, took her clit between his lips, and suckled.

Grace cried out and slapped one hand to the bed, fisting the comforter. “Jesus… Josh…”

Her body bowed, jerked, and tensed. Her head fell back, mouth dropped open, and her thighs clamped around his shoulders as her hips bucked against his mouth.

Her explosion was quick, hot, and intense, and Josh floated on the ecstasy of her pleasure. As the aftermath faded, her body went lax, and her thighs fell open around him.

He rested his chin on her belly, focused on pulling his own body back from the edge while he let her enjoy the postorgasm euphoria.

“Oh my God,” she breathed, tossing a forearm over her eyes. “You’re so good at that.”

An unexpected chuckle popped from his throat. He buried his face in her belly, which made her laugh too. “Why do you sound so shocked?”

“Because I’ve never… It’s never…been that damn good.”

His ego soared. His heart swelled. He crawled along her body, stroking the soft skin of her belly, sliding his finger along the edge of her bra, searching for the clasp. He found it between her breasts and flicked it open, spread the fabric, and stroked the perfect flesh.

“You were right.” Her comment brought his gaze up to her relaxed, gorgeous face. “That was totally worth the price of new panties.”

He leaned down and kissed her, long and slow. “Baby, I will buy you an unending supply of panties if that’s what it takes to get my mouth on your sweet pussy.”

“If I had the strength, I’d rip your shirt off.” She twisted, grabbed the edge of his tee and tugged, barely moving it an inch. “Help me get you naked.”

He ducked his head and let her pull his shirt off over his head. She made a purring sound in her throat that did crazy things to Josh’s gut. Propping herself up on her side, she pushed his shoulder down and rolled on top of him, then scooted down the bed, grabbing his jeans and boxers and pulled them off his legs at the same time.

“Hold on.” He caught his jeans before she tossed them aside, and dug around for his wallet. Then found the condom buried in there.

She took it from him. “That’s the best you can do? One?”

He raised his brows with a smirk and a shrug.

She stroked her hands over his body. Her touch created tingles everywhere. Then one hand closed around his cock, and the tingles turned electric, making Josh bow. “Ah, God…”