Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 67982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
“Support in her career?” I ask, feeling like a large frog is stuck at the back of my throat. I should know what that means, but after all the things Aiden is enlightening me on, I’m not sure that I do.
“Well, yeah. Emergency medicine is incredibly stressful as well as heartbreaking at times. You’re out of control all the time, and despite your best efforts, you can’t save everyone.”
I nod dumbly. “Few days ago when we brought the Cup to the hospital…Josie had lost a patient.”
“Then you know,” Aiden says softly. “Josie’s the type that needs you to sort of slap her on the ass and push her back out there. She hates exposing her vulnerabilities and needs someone to make her strong.”
Jesus fuck. She’d lost a patient and I pulled her in for a gentle hug and wanted her to cry in my arms. She didn’t want that at all. More important, it’s not what she needed.
“I don’t know any of this,” I murmur to myself, but Aiden hears me.
“You’re just learning it,” he says casually as he opens his door. “Give it time. The mystery of Josie Ives will be revealed to you.”
That might be true, I think as I get out of the passenger side.
But one thing is for certain right now.
I’m not sure I really know Josie at all. Moreover, how can I give her what she needs when I don’t even know what motivates her?
—
I’m awoken by a warm heaviness on my lap and I crack my eyes open. I’d fallen asleep sitting on the couch and now Josie is straddling me. She leans in for a soft kiss before pulling back, her hands resting softly on my shoulders.
“Hey,” I croak out, then cough to clear my voice. “What time is it?”
“Almost 1 A.M.,” she says with a yawn. “Had a huge multicar accident come in and we were short staffed so I stayed.”
My hands go to her hips and I hesitantly ask. “Save everyone?”
“Yup,” she says with a bright smile, and I breathe out my relief, not just because everyone stayed safe on her watch, but mostly because I’m not sure what I would do to console her if someone had died. Aiden’s words have gotten me all kinds of mixed up about what Josie needs and what I’m supposed to give her.
“Well, let’s get you to bed,” I say as I lunge up from the couch, Josie’s legs coming around my waist. I put my hands under her ass to support her as I make my way to the stairs.
Josie tilts her head and brushes her lips against my jaw. “I’m not tired. Strangely energized, actually.”
I laugh softly, my hands squeezing the round globes of her ass through her scrubs. “Didn’t say we were going to sleep.”
We make it to her room and I toss Josie onto the bed. There’s a flurry of clothes flying and kissing in between. Josie laughs when I pounce on her, then she’s not laughing when I move my hand between her legs.
She’s gasping and squirming when I push my finger into her, groaning at the wetness I find.
“Okay, get that condom on,” Josie moans with eyes closed rapturously as I draw circles around her clit.
“Don’t think you’re really ready for me yet,” I murmur thoughtfully as I watch her writhe underneath me.
Her eyes snap open. “I’m ready.”
“No…you’re not.”
I prove this to her by sliding down her body, spreading her legs wide, and putting my mouth to her pussy. My tongue hits her swollen clit and she cries out as her hips buck up.
I chuckle. She’s so not ready, but she will be.
I may not know what I’m doing half the time with Josie, but in this bed, I know exactly what she needs. It’s the only thing that gives me solace at this point.
Chapter 22
Josie
“How much longer?” Reed calls out from my bedroom, where I’d left him lounging on my bed while he waits for me to finish getting ready. Tonight we’re headed out to a fancy dinner, and Reed showed up about ten minutes ago looking beyond amazing.
I’ve never seen him dressed up before, as it’s always been casual shorts and T-shirts for him during the hot summer months. But tonight he’s got on a pair of gray dress pants, so dark they’re almost black. He’s wearing a pale blue dress shirt that he’s made semicasual by foregoing the tie and unbuttoning it at the collar. He walked into my house with a matching suit jacket draped over his forearm.
We slept in this morning not only because I was tired from my impromptu shift, but also from the furious way he’d made love to me when I came home. When I woke up, we made love again, and then Reed started this weird chatter that had me wondering who the hell he was.