I open the door and he slams it shut. A smile creeps across my face when I hear the lock slide into place. Turning to face him, I rake my eyes over his body. I step closer, bridging the gap between us, and trail my fingers over his skin. A slight giggle escapes when I see him react.
“Joey.” His voice is quiet, sexy.
My fingers find their way into his hair and his eyes close. Yes, the attraction is definitely there, he just needs to act on it. I wet my lips and place them on his chest, moving my way to his ear. “You’re my husband. I’m entitled,” I whisper as I tug lightly on his earlobe.
Joshua’s hands grip my hips as he growls. If that’s meant to discourage me, it’s not. I kiss along his jaw to his other ear where I flick my tongue and his hands respond by pulling me closer. His hand slides up my back until his fingertips are touching the clasp of my bikini.
My head is screaming, Yes, yes, yes. I’m winning.
I’m afraid to pull away and look into his eyes. I don’t want to see hesitation or regret. I trail my nose along his cheek and when my lips are in perfect position, I make my move. He has two options: let me kiss him like I did before, or push me away.
He chooses the former and plunges his tongue deep into my mouth, giving me what I’m asking for. I grip his hair tighter and grind my body against his. I’m pulled against him when he cups my ass earning a righteous moan. Joshua moves us toward the bed and I have to keep myself from pulling away and fist pumping out of happiness.
Everything about Joshua is just how I fantasized it would be. We don’t plop on the bed, but glide down gently. He never lets go and our mouths continue to work against each other. Part of me wishes this were being televised so his fans could see that he’s serious about me, but the other part is thankful this is being done in private so when he rejects me, only he can see my disappointment.
Joshua grinds his hips into mine making me gasp. He uses this moment to break away and lavish me with the most sensual kisses I have ever experienced. His hips move against mine as we rock into each other. My back arches when his tongue licks along the swell of my breasts. The tie of my bikini top falls away, the cool air making my nipples pucker. My hand moves the waistband of his shorts, pushing inside. He moans and I take that as a green light to continue. My hand moves up and down his shaft as my body teeters between reality and a stupid wet dream. In every fantasy I’ve had, we’ve done this, except we weren’t drunk.
Drunk.
“Joshua,” I say breathlessly as his tongue moves in and out of my mouth.
“I know. I want this, too.”
Before I can come up with a coherent rebuttal, Joshua is pulling my bikini bottoms off and tearing open one of the thousand colorful condoms sitting on the nightstand, and as much as I want to gawk at his body, I can’t. I’m afraid that this is just another moment in the insanity that lives in my head.
[Roll intro]
“I’m Patrick Jonas, and welcome to another episode of Married Blind.”
[Theme music plays]
“It’s time to crown another master couple this week and check in with our reigning couple. This week, the couples will compete for their first luxury competition. Tonight one lucky couple will win a date out, away from the other newlyweds. We’ll find out more after this commercial break.”
[Stagehands enter the house and adjust the microphones of the contestants]
[Break over]
[Audience applause]
“Welcome back. Now let’s check in with our houseguests and see how their relationships are developing. I know I’m a little curious to talk to Joshua and Joey.”
[Audience oohs]
“And find out just how things are shaping up for Cole and Millie and Gary and Amanda. I think it’s time for Gary and Amanda to make a splash, don’t you?”
[Audience cheers]
“I have a feeling they’re playing it safe, but is there a need to?”
[Switch to the live feed]
“Hello, newlyweds.”
[All respond]
“Well, the first thing the viewers want to know; Joshua and Joey, how is married life?”
I look at Joey, sitting next to me like a doting wife. When I woke up this morning … well, let’s just say I was very confused. She was sound asleep on the couch and I was buck ass naked except for my … and he was snuggled up with a blue raincoat that was sticking to my leg. After a painful attempt to remove the sleeve, in which I lost a few leg hairs in the process, I hopped into the shower and tried to remember the activities from the night before. I want to say everything came flooding back to me as soon as the water hit my face, but only red cups, laughter, and a bottle of tequila gave me a glimpse of what we did. One thing is for certain—Joey and I had sex last night and now that awkward “is he going to remember” moment is happening.