Page 62 of Protecting Josie
He pressed as deep as he could get and held still as he orgasmed.
A sudden regret about the condom he was wearing hit Josie. It was stupid, she should be happy he’d protected her; instead, she felt resentment for the piece of rubber that separated her from taking all he had to give.
Nate collapsed, but he didn’t crush her. Instead, he rolled once more, almost dumping them off the side of the bed. Josie laughed, then buried her nose in the crook of his neck and inhaled. He smelled like sweat and sex. And it was glorious.
She smiled. She’d had a few doubts that she’d be able to please this incredible man in the bedroom, but all her fears had been assuaged.
His large hand ran up and down her spine, holding her against him. She felt his cock soften inside her, but with the way she was lying on top of him, he didn’t slip out. Josie’s inner thighs were soaked, and she felt boneless.
“Are you okay?” Nate asked, in a tone completely different from the one he’d used moments ago. It was tentative, unsure.
“I’m perfect,” Josie reassured him with a long sigh. She felt his muscles relax under her.
“Good. Because I was a little intense there.”
That was an understatement. She hummed under her breath, too wrung out to do much of anything else. She felt more than heard a chuckle reverberate through his chest.
“You should know…” he said, then paused.
Josie forced herself to lift her head to look at him.
The second she met his gaze, he said, “That was life-changing.”
Josie agreed wholeheartedly. She nodded.
“You tired?” he asked.
She nodded again.
“You want a bath? Or shower? Or to lie here?”
“Lie here,” she said without hesitation. “Then a bath…later.”
He nodded, and Josie lowered her head again. Several moments later, she mumbled against his skin, “Are you cold?”
He laughed. “What?”
“We aren’t under the covers. I was just thinking that you might be cold.”
“I’m good,” he reassured her.
“Shouldn’t you…I don’t know…be removing that condom?”
“Probably.”
But again, he didn’t make a move to get up. Mentally, Josie shrugged. She knew if a condom was left on after a guy lost his erection, it could leak or slip off. But she wasn’t worried about pregnancy. She had an implant to protect herself. She hadn’t mentioned it to Nate because he seemed so hell-bent on wearing the condom.
She dozed then, lying on top of Nate as if he were a body pillow. She only woke when she was jostled. Nate had picked her up and was carrying her into the bathroom as if she were a princess or something.
“Can you stand?” he asked.
Josie nodded, but Nate kept his hands at her waist until he was sure she was steady on her feet. Then he casually removed the condom without a lick of embarrassment, leaned over, and turned on the water in the tub. “Stay right there,” he ordered. Before Josie could say anything, he walked out of the bathroom.
He returned less than ten seconds later with a bottle in his hand. He held it up and said, “I brought some bubble bath.”
Josie was confused. “You did? Why?”
“Because if the chance arose, I wanted to pamper you.”
