Page 72 of Theirs to Treasure

She gasped at his divine touch and nodded.

Carefully, softly, perfectly, he pinched her nipple. “Did you do this. Did you pinch this nub?”

She whined and gasped, “Yes. But not like you, Sam.” She wailed his name.

He let go of her, lifted her onto the bed and then knelt in front of her. He tried pushing her legs apart, but she was frozen.

“Josie.” Again, that voice. That sinful voice that commanded her. She parted her legs.

“You weren’t wearing panties. You good naughty girl.” She saw beautiful green eyes smiling up at her.

His fingers sank into the plush flesh of her thighs as he pushed her legs apart even farther. “I dream, too. Your skin drives me wild. How soft it is, how supple, the lushness of you fucking kills me, Josie. I need to know more about your dreams.”

I can’t. I’ll go up in smoke. I catch on fire if I tell him.

“Josie!” Her gaze jerked up from his mouth to his eyes. “Do you touch yourself between your legs? You’re so beautiful here, how could you not?”

She wiggled in his hold. Not to get away from him, but because she was so turned on. And he saw it in her eyes. He saw it everywhere.

“Ah, Josie, you’re impossible to resist.”

* * *

Sam reached down and grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it off. He sighed at the sight of her heavy breasts unencumbered by any bra. She was such a treasure.

He picked her up and she moaned. He knew it wasn’t in pain, at least not from the flu. He smiled as he carried her to the shower.

“Open the door, Baby.” She did, and he leaned her into the shower stall. “Turn on the water.” She turned the knob and tested the temperature. When they went in, he let her slide down the front of his body to her feet. He slid off his wet briefs and tossed them onto the floor of the shower. He groaned at the feel of her soft, womanly flesh gliding against his raging hard-on.

“Now you’re going to just hold onto me and let me take care of you.”

“I’m okay, you don’t have to do that,” she protested.

“This is my pleasure. You’re not going to deny me my pleasure, are you, Baby?” He watched as her curls got wet and ended up straightening to the point that they reached midway down her back. He took his time washing the silky mass, enjoying how it felt like wet satin against his fingers. He was careful that no suds got into her eyes, and then he conditioned the beautiful strands, massaging her scalp. He beamed with satisfaction when she sighed in pleasure at his ministrations. Taking care of Josie had become his life’s goal.

He got her out of the shower, sat her down at the vanity, and spent time blow-drying her hair. She told him how to do it so that she wouldn’t have to go through the process all over again. He didn’t know what she was talking about. He was pretty sure that she would still look beautiful even if she did look like a poodle, but he did what she asked. He helped her get ready for bed, but this time not in one of his damned t-shirts. First, she was going to wear a corset so that she was properly braced.

He really loved his brother as he looked through the dresser. God, that man sure knew how to pick out women’s clothing.

He tried to talk her into wearing a thong and nightie out to the dining room for dinner. He got the side-eye-roll, which was pretty damn funny.

“So, what are you wearing?” he asked.

“The more stupid suggestions you make, the more layer of clothes I wear.”

Sam knew to keep his mouth shut. She rewarded him with a sundress. But dammit, she wore panties. Not a thong, either.

Chance had made a chicken dinner with some kind of sauce that looked like it would be gentle on Josie’s tummy.

“Chance, this smells great,” Josie smiled.

“It’s one of Mom’s recipes. I cut down on the chives though for tonight. It should still taste good.”

“Are these chairs new?” she asked.

“We just wanted you to be a little more comfortable,” Sam explained smoothly. Josie thought Chance looked uncomfortable, then Sam gave her a slight shake of his head, so she dropped it. The chairs had more padding, just for her. She was dumbfounded, but obviously Chance didn’t want a big deal made from it, so she took Sam’s lead and didn’t say anything.

“Josie, I know this is probably the wrong time to bring this up, but I don’t know when is going to be the right time.” Chance paused and took a long sip of his wine. Josie took a deep breath. She knew this was going to be big, and she hoped she was going to be able to handle it.