Page 31 of Drive Me Wild
She opens her eyes to look at me and the muscles in my throat tighten. “I won.”
“Oh?”
She buries her face into my chest. Mumbled words flow out of her mouth, but I can’t understand a single one. Tilting her chin up, I politely ask her to slow down.
She twirls my chest hair with her fingers before finally saying, “My trip got cancelled.”
“Your trip? What trip?”
Josie glances up through thick lashes. “Promise you won’t freak out?”
“If you’re going to a sex show in Amsterdam without me, I’ll most certainly?—”
“Not Amsterdam.”
“Because you promised me,” I remind her.
“You will be the one to accompany me to an infamous sex show. I know, Walker. Promise still stands.”
I brush away a piece of hair that’s fallen against her cheek. “So why would I freak out?”
“Just tell me you won’t,” she says.
The questions rattle around in my head like loose change in a piggy bank as I nod.
She exhales deeply. “I was going to Le Mans after the French Grand Prix.”
My legs jerk in surprise, banging against Josie’s. Her face crumples in discomfort, so I rub my hand against her silky-smooth thigh in apology. So much for hoping my morning wood goes away anytime soon.
“You were finally going to go?” I stammer out. I’ve been encouraging Josie to visit her birth city for years, but she’s always brushed it off, saying it’ll happen eventually.
“Yes,” she says simply. “Finally felt ready to.”
Josie doesn’t talk about her adoption a lot, if ever. The fact that she’s technically French never fails to blow my mind. The only reason her British parents adopted a baby from France is because they first met in Paris and her mum wanted to “adopt a child that was conceived in the same country their love was conceived in.” Hence, theirun petite croissant—her mum’s words, not mine—is a byproduct of the world’s most romantic country.
“That’s amazing, Jos,” I murmur. “I’m so proud of you.”
“Well, I’m not going anymore,” she states. “So, the only thing that’s amazing is the fact that I’m not puking my brains out after drinking my body weight in champagne.”
“Why aren’t you going anymore?”
She curls her hands between the pillow and her cheek. “The AirBnB I was supposed to stay at accidentally double-booked themselves, and I don’t feel like paying an arm and a leg to find another accommodation this late in the game. Plus, I found out the guy I bought the ticket from is some sort of scam artist. I even double-checked to make sure he was legit, but apparently, I didn’t look hard enough. That’s what I get for buying something through a Facebook group.” She sighs deeply. “Not the end of the world. I can always go next year.”
“But you wanted to go this year.”
“Yes, but it’s not like I’m expecting to run into my birth mum walking down the street. Another year of waiting to go won’t kill me.”
The softness of her voice pulls at my heartstrings. The overwhelming urge to wrap her in my arms and hide her away from the world is so intense that I forget to breathe. I sneak her hand away from the pillow and intertwine our fingers, liking the intimacy of having her this close. “It’s a possibility, though. If I went with you, I’d be able to pick your mum out of a crowd immediately.”
Josie raises her eyebrows. “I highly doubt that.”
“Genetics are the only reasonable explanation for your amazing ass,” I inform her. “And I’d recognize your backside in a lineup, nine out of ten times, babe.”
Her pink tongue shoots out at me. “What is it with boys and butts?”
Wrapping my arm around her waist, I pull her flush against me. Warm legs tangle together like a pretzel, but my body breaks out in goosebumps.
“Boy? Baby, I’m allman.” Trapped between us is my hardness, desperate for attention it’s not going to receive. Given her provocative performance last night, I know she’s still horny, and thismanhas no intention of letting her forget it.
