Obsession: Loving An Alpha Male (16 page)

Since I couldn’t fold my arms, I rolled my eyes to signify my crossness.

“Are you kidding me?”

“No, I’m not… and after that, if I haven’t bent you over my knee and laid my hand to your ass by then, I’m going to fuck some sense into you.”

My eyes grew wide then I narrowed them. “How do you get off…”

“I haven’t actually, which is another reason why my patience is growing thin.”

I said nothing to that, because hell, what could I say?

Instead, I asked, trying to gain some type of control, “Where’s my phone?”

He answered quickly, “In little pieces all over your bedroom floor.”

Son of a bitch.

Josh and I had a staring match for a while before I saw his now dark blue eyes turn back to their usual color.

He said to me, “Now I know you’re pissed, and you have every right to be. I’m sorry I didn’t call you back or respond to your text messages. I didn’t get them until yesterday.” I started to say something, but he gave me one of his signature frowns, and I shut my mouth, for now. He continued, “The reason why I didn’t get them is because I was working.” He took a few deep breaths and kept his eyes on mine. “The woman you saw me with yesterday works for me. We were working on a case, and we needed to appear that we were together.”

My lips twisted. “Oh really, so what compliance officers now do undercover work? Do you think I’m stupid?”

I pushed at his chest to move, but he didn’t budge. Damn him and his solid muscled self.

“I’m not a compliance officer, Sweets. That was an undercover assignment that I was working on. I work for the government.”

Bullshit!
Frustration, pride and most of all anger consumed me, and I raised my hand to strike him. He caught my wrist and brought it down behind me. I tried to hit him with the other, and he grabbed that one too and put it behind me also. Apparently this wasn’t my finest hour as he brought his body closer to me, which was really turning me on. I squirmed a little to try releasing some of the throbbing that was going on in between my legs… yeah, it wasn’t working.

Josh tightened his grip on my wrists that he now had in one hand.

“Where were you?”

“Out,” I said to him, feeling the liquid courage raging through me. “You broke in my apartment.”

“Yeah, we established that. Why did you leave your cell phone?” He asked, his frown deepening.

“None of your business. Where do you get off breaking into my apartment? How did you even get in here? Did someone see you breaking in? God, what if someone wants to repeat how…”

He cut me off. “I didn’t break any glass or crawl into any window. I walked in the front door.”             

I frowned and thought about how my front door looked a minute ago. I leaned forward and looked at it again, confirming there was no sign of him coming in that way. I looked back at him puzzled.

He ignored me though and replied, “Fuck how I broke in, the fact is when I did break in you weren’t here. You haven’t been here all day. As a matter of fact, when I called you multiple times today and last night you didn’t pick up or respond to my texts or messages.”

I scoffed and rolled my eyes. “Yeah, how did that feel?”

“I’m really starting to lose my fucking patience, Sweets… where were you?”

“I told you I was out.”

“By yourself?”

I smiled. “Does it matter who I was with. You were pretty occupied with someone yourself last night. Why should you have all the fun? After all, you did introduce me to a feeling that I seem to want to chase every second of every day now.”

I closed my eyes for emphasis and moaned slowly… Yeah, I was playing with fire, but again, the liquid courage was working its magic, and well… I was so fucking horny at this point I would probably say anything to get him to take me… I’m turning into an unprincipled slut. If that even exists.

I opened my eyes just as Josh narrowed his eyes at me, and he started turning red.

“Don’t you fucking play games with me.”

“Oh, so it’s good for you to but not for me. You don’t own me.”

Josh’s eyebrows went up. “Oh I don’t?”

“No, you don’t. Now get out before I yell and scream for my neighbors to call the police.”

Josh leaned into me further and without wavering his gaze, said, “You know I came here thinking we could hash this out. Maybe talk about this rationally, but I see that’s not going to work. You have this notion that you don’t mean anything to me or that we’re not together and that’s unacceptable.”

“Together? Are you serious? We are
not
together,” I replied.

“
Yes
, we are.”

I shook my head, “Ah, no, we are not. God, even if we were, I called you, I don’t know how many times, and you never responded. You don’t do that to a person you are ’together’ with.”

“I was working, Sweets.”

“I texted you and left you messages.”

“I was working,” he repeated

“So I guess that’s okay then,” I added

Josh tilted his head to the side and said, “I apologized for it, haven’t I?”

 “Huh? Unbelievable.” I closed my eyes, trying to calm my breathing. I was trying to not react to how close he was to me.

“I’ve missed you,” he said, his voice getting lower.

I opened my eyes just as his hands went to touch my face, but I moved my face out of his way. “You have a messed up way of showing it.”

“I’m sorry, Sweets.”

“Yeah? Well, I don’t accept your apology,” I added for good measure because I really needed him to move back.

I was losing control. “Why don’t you just go now? Save us both the trouble.”

He shook his head and inched closer to me.

“Can’t do that,” he said as his eyes fell to my lips.

“Why?” I asked softly.

“You know why.”

I turned my head. “I can’t do this, Josh. You’ve moved on. Let me go so that I can do the same.”

Josh let go of my wrist and covered my face with both of his hands.

“You are out of your fucking mind if you think for one second I’m ever letting you go.”

Patience seemed to have diminished to nothing as Josh then crashed his lips on mine. When his hand went into my hair and tugged, I gasped from the shock, and he took full advantage. His tongue entered my mouth, and he deepened his kiss moving my body closer to his. I tried my best not get into the kiss; really I did, but….
Holy shit!
The feeling that went through my body was something I couldn’t control.

Josh gripped my shirt, and, before I could protest, separated from my lips, yanked my shirt off, and then attached his lips back to mine, this time roaming my back and neck with his hands.

Josh broke our kiss. The desire and wanton coming off him was palpable as he said to me, “You’re mine. Do you hear me?”

“Joshua… please just let me go,” I breathed out.

He shook his head. “I can’t, Sweets. You’re my obsession. Do you know what that means? I’d die without you.”

I shook my head, ready to protest, to say something, but the next thing he said to me literally took my breath away.

 “I’m in love with you, Sweets, and I know you’re in love with me. Don’t deny it. I can see it in your green eyes that you feel the same way.”

“You barely know me,” I told him.

“That’s not true, baby. I know everything there is to know about you. I know what makes you happy, what makes you smile and laugh. I know what makes you blush, and I know exactly how to make you moan my name. That’s all I need to know.” He then crashed back into me, searing me with his words and soul.

Our kiss from that moment turned into a sexually fueled frenzy. I gripped his shirt tight in my fists, trying desperately to rip it off his body. He took the hint, leaving my lips as he began to get rid of the offending material between us before he gratified my growing desires to get entangled in everything Joshua Cooper.

“Oh Josh,” I whispered to him, hands tangled in his hair, charging him it seems as he yanked down the front of my bra, pulling it from my body. He then leaned over and took one of my nipples in his mouth.

“Josh…,” I cried out as he lavished my breasts with skill, finesse, and a deep craving that made me throb with need.

He lapped greedily as if he’d been starved for months and my nipples were his only sustenance. I gripped his hair tight and directed him from breast to breast as he made sure not to show favoritism to just one of my swollen, wanting nipples.

I wanted him I knew, and my body yearned for him, but could my heart take it afterward? I didn’t kn–

“Oh, God, Josh!” I cried out in desperation and need as I felt the throbbing sensation between my legs scream his name.

“This body is mine, do you hear me? All of you; every single part of you belongs to me.”

He massaged and squeezed my breasts while he claimed them. All I could do was moan, move and squirm as I tried not to lose it on my counter.

Before I knew it, he brought his hands quickly to my shorts. He undid them, gripped the sides of my hips and yanked down so hard that all I could do was lift in order to stop myself from falling off the cold counter.

Josh gave me no time to protest my position as he placed his hands on my bare ass and moved me parallel to the length of the counter.

“Josh, wait…,” I managed to say but didn’t finish. He suddenly shifted me, lifting my ass to his face, threw my legs over his shoulders and buried his face between my thighs.

 All I could do was hold on for dear life as he bent over me savoring me, claiming me and pardon my French, but tongue-fucking me like crazy. He made me cry out with the ultimate pleasure that I’d grown to desire and need more than it felt I needed to breathe. For a few minutes I felt like I was floating. All tension was released… I felt so light and free and open, and most of all I felt so desired… the euphoria that came over me felt like the first hit of a strong narcotic coursing through my veins. It felt as if someone was touching my skin with feathers, tickling me, making every nerve ending send the most erotic sensations straight to my beloved goodness.

I was exhausted and thought he was done with me, but I then felt Josh circle one finger inside me, caress my clit with his thumb and then insert a second finger. He instantly found a spot that had me again going over the edge calling his name, cussing him out for cheating on me, and begging him for more.

Josh bent over me and began sucking my nipples and moving up to my neck.

He said close to my ear, “I’ve missed your pussy so much, baby. I love how sweet you taste, the sounds you make. I love to see you come. Open your eyes, Sweets… That’s it; let me see you come for me, baby. Yes… baby just like that… fucking beautiful…”

I kept my eyes on him as my back arched into another orgasm. Damn, having a man make you come this many times should be banned, but at the same time should be given a fucking medal. I moved my hips as a feeling started to come over again, a familiar feeling that I was coming accustomed to.

“You coming again? Damn, baby, you’re so insatiable. That’s it.”

“Oh my fucking…
Joshua!
” I cried out.

“That’s exactly what I want: you coming all over my hand, baby. Just like that.”

As I was coming down I heard a jingling noise, but it didn’t register until I felt the head of his dick at my sex. I sat up quickly, and in that same moment, he lifted me slightly and rammed home.

I gasped as his eyes roamed to the back of his head. “Shit, Sweets, you feel so fucking good, baby. Nice and tight. Just the way I like it.”

He wrapped one arm around my waist, and I wrapped my legs around his and one of my arms around his neck.

I looked him in his eyes and said softly, “Fuck me…”

I felt his stance widen and his grip grow tighter around me then the pounding commenced, and, boy, when I say I wasn’t ready for what I asked for, that would be an understatement. I bounced in the air with such force I had to hold on to him with both arms. I arched my back, and in doing that, he seemed to slip farther into me. He filled me completely and so thoroughly I thought he was made to be there.

He leaned forward placing one arm on the counter for leverage and placed my ass on the edge. He never broke stride. He kept his eyes on me, bit his bottom lip and looked at me with so much fire I thought I would combust.

He growled to me then touched my lips with his other hand that was on my ass and said, “These sweet lips are mine, this sweet ass and sweet tasting pussy is mine do you understand?” He leaned back and began rubbing my clit.
Oh shit yes!
I started moving my hips with his. “You will not give this away. You will not let anyone touch you the way I touch you, kiss you the way I kiss you. You’re mine, Kenya Frost. Say it….”

He moved his thumb faster over my clit and grinded and pounded his hips harder.

As I started to shatter, I screamed, “Oh yes, I’m yours! Sweet mother of Mary Joseph… Oh… Yes, I’m yours!”