Something Wicked. Julie Leto

his fingers beneath her panties. The warm wetness struck him instantly and he couldn’t resist slipping his fingers inside her until she bucked in response.

      Sliding upward, he kissed a path from her neck to her lips.

      “I want you so badly,” he said, his sex tight against her thigh.

      She grabbed him hard and stroked even harder. “Then…what…are you…waiting for?”

      “I don’t have—” he started, but her rhythmic massage of his cock knocked his thoughts of protection into a haphazard jangle of words.

      “You don’t need,” she said, her words clipped. “I’m clean and on the Pill. You?”

      “Last time I checked, I was fine. It’s been a long time since I’ve been with anyone,” he admitted.

      She smiled shyly. “Choosy?”

      His stomach flipped with unease. “When the only women you’re around are hanging out in shit-hole bars and could turn out to be demons in disguise, yeah. You get real picky real fast.”

      Still clutching his sex, she ran the tip of her finger over the head, dispersing the pictures in his mind of any woman other than her. “If it makes you feel better, I’m all human.”

      “Honey, I couldn’t feel any better than I do right now. Besides, I know what you are, Josie. An angel. One hundred percent angel.”

      He kissed her deeply, thoroughly, wanting to learn her rhythms but becoming instantly caught up in the pleasure of her tongue against his. When Josie pressed the head of his penis against her sex, the explosion of sensation overrode all rational thought. He concentrated entirely on pressing slowly into her tightness, his ears trained to hear and appreciate every note of her pleasure, which she sang in one amazingly glorious sigh.

      She grabbed his buttocks and spread her legs wide. The hunger of her tongue clashing with his pulled him closer and drove him deeper. Wild urges warred against his instinct to be slow and gentle, if for no other reason than to make the sensations last as long as possible. But in seconds, he was pumping hard. She took his thrusts, lifting her knees, tilting her hips until he hit the sweetest spot in her body and her insides tightened and spasmed and she wept.

      One more drive and he tumbled after her. Heat flooded through him and into her. She grabbed him even tighter on his ass, pressing him as deep as her body would allow and then kissed him until the tidal wave of sensation ebbed away.

      A lifetime later, his brain cleared and, despite the tiny smile tilting Josie’s lips, Rick couldn’t believe what he’d done. And yet, he couldn’t seem to resist when she kissed the tip of his nose and whispered, “Again.”

      He cleared his throat, covering a snicker. “Excuse me?”

      She shifted beneath him. Though he’d softened inside her, he could feel the tiny quiver that told him she could climax again—and soon—if he only made the right moves.

      “Not enough,” she answered.

      He stared at her quizzically. “Didn’t you?”

      “Come?” she asked, shifting again so that her nipples rasped against his chest. “Oh, yeah. But I’ve been waiting for you a long time. You didn’t think once would be enough, did you? Or am I messing up the whole angel thing you’ve got going for me?”

      For a moment, Rick stared at Josie as if another woman had assumed her form or slipped into her body. But in her fathomless blue eyes, he saw Josie’s unmistakable glitter and shine. His body felt lighter, his heart larger, than they had in half a year.

      Josie had come looking for him. Josie had found him. Josie had just made love to him with the wild abandon he’d fantasized about for months, and now she wanted more.

      “I’m not—” he started, but with a girlish laugh, she pushed him over onto his back.

      Grabbing the damp towel from his shower, she proceeded to undo all signs of their previous lovemaking so they, apparently, could try again.

      When she was finished, she placed a chaste but charged kiss on his lips. Then his chin. Then in the center of his chest. When she reached his belly button, he felt a stirring in his groin that had him clutching the loose sheets.

      “You will be,” she promised, swiping her tongue over the tip of his sex. “Trust me, you will be.”

      THE FLAVOR OF HIS SEX in her mouth was elemental and arousing beyond anything Josie had ever imagined. Musky and hot and with a bite that reminded her of whiskey drunk straight from the bottle, she couldn’t resist plying her tongue and teeth and lips until he lengthened and hardened. She caressed his sacs, slipping her fingers far between his legs, knowing she was driving him crazy. And loving every minute.

      “Josie,” he rasped. “Josie.”

      She hummed her acknowledgment of her name, loving the sound on his lips, reveling in how she’d zapped his energy or, at the least, changed the course of his energy from the dark aura she’d sensed when she’d first found him into the pure, white-hot need that surrounded him now.

      Wrapping her fingers around him, she allowed the full length of his flesh to play against her palms.

      “Stop,” he commanded.

      With a grin, she looked up at him, asking why with her eyes.

      He dug his hands into her hair and, though she could tell it wasn’t easy, he pulled her up over him.

      “Why are you here?” he asked.

      His sex was hot and hard against her stomach. She wiggled involuntarily, hissing with pleasure at the feel of him so close, yet not nearly close enough.

      “To bring you home,” she answered honestly.

      “And you thought sleeping with me would convince me to come along quietly?”

      She kissed him, trying to ignore the quiver of her aroused clit and how desperately she wanted him to touch it, touch her.

      “I’d never want you to come quietly,” she replied, the innuendo punctuated by the way she slid on his body. She pressed her pelvis against his, but with a groan, he braced her hips with his hands and pushed her off. But he didn’t push her far. He stretched long against her, and dragged his hand lazily up and down her side, pausing to cup her breast until she arched her back.

      “I can’t go back, Josie. I can’t make love to you again if you think—”

      She tossed her head from side to side. “I don’t want to think, Rick. Do you? Really?”

      His reply was a kiss. Long and soft and sensual so that she nearly forgot the other body parts screaming for his attention. His attendance to her lips and mouth and tongue enraptured her so completely she thought she might climax from this alone.

      Then he moved to kiss along her chin and down her neck, suckling on the pulse point she was certain was fluttering at a rapid pace.

      “I can’t believe you found me.” His breath was hot against her flesh.

      “You weren’t easy to find.”

      “That was on purpose. Not everyone looking for me wants to make love.”

      “Then I guess I’m special,” she replied.

      “Good God, yes. But it’s also why I have to stop. Why you have to leave.”

      He flew off the bed, off of her and grabbed a second towel from behind the bathroom door. His absence instantly tore at her and she slid the top sheet over her, though she made no move to get up or get dressed.

      “Don’t send me away,” she said. “I can help you.”

      “You think I’m the hunter, don’t you?”

      “You’re a cop, Rick. The evidence proves—”

      “Evidence can be misread