Page 185 of Stanton Unconditional

you,” he whispers.

Ok, he’s lost it. I went to sleep, and he hated that he missed me, and now I wake up to this.

“I love you too,” I whisper gently as I frown.

He kisses me as he holds my face. His tongue gently swiping through my lips, then dives deeper and my mouth opens in invitation. One of his hands finds my behind and the other gently cups my breast.

“I’ve missed you,” he whispers as he kisses me again.

The intensity of my man gets to me and I find a lump forming in my throat.

“I was only asleep for a day, Josh,” I smile into his kiss.

He shakes his head in between kisses. “I mean, since we were kids. I’ve missed you every fucking day since we were kids. I love you more now than I did then. I was just too scared to tell you.”

I pull back from his lips and smile through my shock. “What?” I whisper.

“Forgive me, baby. I am so sorry.” His eyes glaze over.

What the hell? “Josh, what’s wrong?” I ask. He’s starting to worry me now.

“Has something happened while I was asleep?”

He shakes his head and smiles sadly. “Nothing could ever be wrong as long as we are together.”

He kisses me softly and the feeling behind it nearly brings me to tears. “I love you,” he whispers again. Our kissing turns desperate. I can feel his arousal pump hard against my stomach as my sex begins to throb with want. I take him in my hand and stroke him upwards, and he closes his eyes in pleasure. Before I can move, he pushes me up against the wall and starts to kiss me deeply. His tongue dives into my mouth as his hips grind into mine. Instinctively I lift one leg around his waist, and he groans in pleasure. When I feel this emotional about him, I need to be physical. His fingers find that spot between my legs and his eyes roll back in his head in pleasure. He must remember that I have my period and he pulls back from me in a rush.

“I’m sorry.” He shakes his head in disgust.

“What for?” I smile as I take him in my hand again.

“You are not well and here I am half raping you. Come, get out.” He kisses me quickly and exits the shower.

I stand still as he wraps a towel around his waist and holds one out for me. I smile as I step into it and he wraps me in an embrace with the towel and kisses my forehead again.

“You need to eat, precious girl. I will cook you something.” He smiles.

I needed that intimacy, but he is right, I do feel weak.

Half an hour later I am sitting at the kitchen counter watching Joshua cook me bacon, eggs, toast and tea. I have a robe on, and Joshua is in his boxer shorts. His broad back and tight ass are on full display, and he looks damn edible. I sit and watch him silently, my mind in overdrive.

He smiles softly and walks over and kisses my forehead gently and then cups my cheek and studies my face.

“What is it?” I ask.

He frowns. “What’s what?”

“Why are you acting like this?” I ask quietly.

“I can be nice to my girlfriend, can’t I?” He goes back to his place in the kitchen.

I frown. “See there lies a problem just there. You don’t call me your girlfriend. I call you my boyfriend, but you don’t use that term.”

He flips the eggs as he puts his hand on his hip. “That’s bullshit. I call you my girlfriend and I call you my wife sometimes actually.” He passes me my cup of tea and I smirk as I take a sip. “And I can tell you I love you…can’t I?” He raises an eyebrow in question.

I smile. “Yes, but why now when last time we saw each other you were telling me that you hate the hold I have over you and that you don’t want to miss me.”

He turns back to the hot plates. “I was just worried that’s all and I thought you were going to die, and it scared me.”