Page 101 of Prime Time Romance

That’s it? That’s only hours. There has to be another way.

“There’s nothing we can do?”

She shakes her head. Her arms reach for me, then stop in midair. As they drop back to her sides, she looks up at me, a strained line of worry between her eyebrows. “Can you forgive me for making the decision without you?”

Her voice wobbles on the last few words as her eyes cut left, breaking contact.

I draw her in, tucking the top of her head under my chin, wrapping my arms around her with the thought that maybe if I don’t let go, I won’t need to leave. “You’re already forgiven. But if we only have a few hours, I don’t want to waste another second.”

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Brynn

His arms come around me as if he can sense the turmoil inside my head. Although I’m doing the right thing, it feels so wrong. It’s like Pilates, physiotherapy, or saying no to a second slice of Billy Miner ice cream pie. My mind has very rational, solid reasons why Josh needs to go home. But my body feels otherwise.

He bends down and kisses me softly on the lips. All of the noise, all of the worrying thoughts in my head stop—and the only thing left is him.

The softness of his lips.

The ticklish way his fingers skim up my arms.

The way I feel right now. Like this is exactly how it’s supposed to be. His soft, comforting kisses to my temple trail down my neck, and I feel the need between us shift from the desire to be close and to comfort to something else entirely.

I take him by the hand, and he follows with no protest. No further explanation needed.

We walk in silence down the fire escape, to the window to Fletch’s room, and to the bed, where Josh reaches for the hem of my sweatshirt and lifts it off easily.

Immediately his lips are on my neck.

My fingers seek out his shirt. I repeat his maneuver with far less finesse, seeing as Josh is much taller than I am.

He picks me up. I wrap my legs around him as he carries me to the end of the bed and sits.

Josh dips his head and kisses me lightly behind the ear.

“I just wish we had more time.” His hands bring my body along as he leans back, and I kiss him, long and hard, until I find myself needing more.

I reach for the button of his jeans and spend far too many precious moments trying to get them open, only to realize that his pants have a button fly.

“Where does Fletch buy his clothing? Time is of the essence here. This is the modern man’s equivalent of a chastity belt.”

Josh laughs and moves to help me, slipping the remaining three buttons open with ease. He slides his jeans down his hips, then follows with his boxers. In less than the amount of time it takes me to scoot up onto the bed, he’s naked.

I reach out and stroke him, my thumb making a lingering loop of his velvety soft tip.

“Mmmmm,” Josh moans, and the sound of his voice reverberates all the way to my core.

I want…no…I need to make him moan like that again.

But Josh is nudging me onto my back and undoing my bra with an easy flick of his fingers. And then his mouth is on my nipples, and I start to lose myself with every swirl of his tongue.

I whimper.

I feel like I’m melting into the mattress, and the only thing that’s tethering me to reality is Josh’s tongue and the way it sends an almost electric pulse through my entire body.

His hand finds the waistband of my jeans. He has none of the same issues I had, and before I can say “Touch me everywhere,” my pants are a heap on the floor.

Josh’s hands skim along my naked thighs. His thumbs hook the thin waistband of my underwear, and I lift my hips to help him slide them from my legs. His hands find my skin again, and suddenly, it feels like they’re everywhere. And I want them everywhere.