Fever for Three by Julia Talbot

you.”
    “I’m just glad it was.” Thunder shook the windows in their frames. “I’ve never been so scared as when I saw an asshole with a knife at your chest.”
    “I didn’t even know them,” she murmured and held on tight. “I just…”
    She pushed up on her tiptoes and brought their lips together. That was what she needed. The lightning almost seemed to be going through her body, the electric feeling more than she could ignore.
    Josh kissed her back as if he was starving, as if he couldn’t let go.
    His hand pushed underneath her hair, his tongue slipping between her lips, electricity sparking between them over and over.
    Lightning hit something outside, the boom huge, the lights going out. Cheri jumped, almost climbing Josh’s body. He held her, one hand under her bottom, the other starting to strip off her wet clothes.
    She kicked her shoes off, fingers tearing open the buttons of his shirt, needing skin. She didn’t just need to know she was alive and well, her hunger was specific. Cheri needed Josh.
    Her shirt came up and off and then Cheri was crushed to his chest, her nipples teased by the mat of soft hair she’d just revealed. She dragged her nails along his upper arms, testing the muscles there, and Josh moaned, rocking against her.
    One of his muscled thighs pushed between her legs, the pressure and friction perfect. She moaned into the kiss, hips finding a rhythm, riding his leg. He was strong. So strong. He tasted like the storm outside and he brought out an answering wildness in her.
    His fingers found her breast, cupped it, her nipple going hard as if it was trying to get Josh’s attention.
    “So pretty. God, honey, I dreamed about you.” He lifted her again, with just the one arm around her, and started through the house toward the back.
    “Want you.” Her fingers were tangled in his hair, her body aching.
    “Hell yes. Now.” He nipped at her shoulder, the sting surprising her with the need to bite back.
    She tore at his belt, his hard cock too necessary to be hidden away. It was longer than she’d expected, hotter, and already wet at the tip.
    “Touch me, honey,” he said when he lowered her to sit on his bed.
    “God yes.” She wrapped her fingers around him, sliding from base to tip, measuring him. So fine. His heartbeat was there, fast but strong. His moan sounded almost like a growl.
    His prick was fat, heavy in her fingers, and she leaned in, dropped an open-mouthed kiss on his belly.
    Muscles sucking in, Josh put a hand in her hair, tilting her face up. “You still have clothes on.”
    “Do I?” She stood, her body rubbing along his the entire way. Fuck, she felt like pure, unadulterated sex.
    “You do.” He stripped her quickly, efficiently, then lifted her again, letting her wrap her legs around his waist. Then he bit her.
    “Fuck.” The single word tore from her, the nip almost making her come just from the sting.
    “Dirty girl.” He laughed, but it was a sexy, joyful sound, not a mean one.
    “Only with you.” Mostly she was just a mousy teacher. There was something wild about her cowboy that made her want things she never had.
    “I’m okay with that.” He nipped at her again, right on her collarbone.
    Her hips rolled up, her heated cunt slipping along his thigh. She was so wet that all she had to do was move the tiniest bit and she could rock, his skin almost burning her where they touched.
    “Look at you ride.” Josh moaned and licked his lips. “You’re like dripping honey, baby.”
    Her thighs tightened, squeezed, pussy aching. He thought she was naughty? He was downright pornographic. He made her want to bite him back.
    Oh! Did she dare?
    She leaned in, teeth finding the skin right above his nipple as she bit.
    “Fuck!” He jerked hard, almost unseating her. Josh held her up but his arms shook.
    Lightning flashed as she bit again, teeth sinking in, not enough to hurt surely, but enough to feel. They tumbled back to the bed, Josh rolling her beneath