for guys to wear pants that actually fit them; Tobias was proof that more men should pay attention to that detail.
He disappeared around a corner and she heard him open the fridge, heard the clinking of bottles. In a moment he was re-entering the living room, a bottle opener in one hand and four bottles of beer in the other. He opened two and extended one to her. “Let’s see,” he said thoughtfully, sitting back on the couch and staring off into space a moment. “If you are so interested in pursuing a music career, why haven’t you ever shown anyone your material?” Josie took a quick sip of her beer.
“You mean, why haven’t I ever shown you my material,” she replied. Tobias gave her a quick smile. “You and I have never been on the greatest terms, even before Nick decided to go solo.” She picked up her phone and opened up the app that held her demos. “Nick’s heard them, and so has Adam.” She looked over the small list of songs and selected them all, tapping the command to e-mail them. She quickly put in Tobias’ address and sent them off. “You can listen to them whenever you want to now.” Tobias nodded.
“Next question: did you have sex with Nick?” Josie knew he had implied that to several of his friends; it made her the perfect target-the complete Yoko Ono. She snorted, digging a cigarette free of her pack and lighting it.
“I have never been Nick’s type. I was attracted to him-hell, isn’t everyone? But I knew from the get-go that I’d never have a chance anyway.” Tobias raised an eyebrow at her answer.
“What do you mean you’d never have a chance?” He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, and lit a cigarette of his own.
“I’m just not the type of girl Nick would go for,” Josie said slowly. “He’s always after the gorgeous model- type women, you know-tall, skinny, bug-eyed.” Tobias rolled his eyes.
“If Nick’s never had the hots for you, he’s blind,” he said. Josie sat back, startled at the comment. She almost asked him what he meant by it; but as if he hadn’t complimented her at all, he started again. “Next question…”
The apartment was getting dark, the late afternoon sun disappearing behind neighboring buildings. Tobias stood up mid-question and turned on the lights, casting a yellowish glow over everything. Josie was getting tired of the ceaseless questions; they had been going at it for at least two hours. Empty bottles were scattered over the coffee table, the ashtray was rapidly filling with butts. Instead of returning to the sofa after turning the lights on, Tobias sat down on the coffee table, inches away.
“Have you ever been attracted to me?” he asked her softly. Josie, exhausted by the sheer volume of information she had already given him about herself, sighed and decided she might as well be frank about this, too.
“Yes,” she replied. “I’ve always thought you were ridiculously hot, and it always kind of hurt me that you were not the slightest bit interested in me-that you even considered me an enemy, kind of, from the very beginning.” Josie looked away from Tobias’ face, thinking that she had expected a great deal of struggle from this errand, but she hadn’t expected to be taken apart, piece by piece. She should have known better.
Tobias’ hands closed on hers. “Look at me,” he said quietly, his voice hoarse from all the talking they had already done. Dreading what would come next, Josie tore her gaze from her own lap and looked at the musician. The same intensity she knew so well was still there, but there was nothing mocking about his gaze on her face.
There was something softer about it, at the same time. “You pretty little idiot,” he said, a smile tugging at the corners of his full lips. Before she could react, he had closed the tiny distance between them, and Josie felt her mouth claimed by Tobias’ firm, strong lips. He coaxed her mouth open, plunging his tongue past her lips to explore.
Josie felt Tobias’ hands move to her waist, and he pulled her up off of the chair, standing with her as he deepened the kiss. His grip on her body tightened, and Josie felt herself relaxing into the attentions, kissing him back. She had an impression of carefully leashed strength in his arms, in the demanding, hungry way he took control of the kiss. He pulled her close, pressing her body against his.
Josie felt her pulse pick up as his hands wandered across her back. His body felt so right, flush against hers; she was consumed with curiosity, with the need to know what he looked like without all the clothes on. If anyone had asked her before today if she was attracted to Tobias Dekker, she thought as she swayed up onto the balls of her feet, needing to feel more of his body, she would have thought they were crazy. She would have told him that no amount of his personal charm was enough to counter the bile and bitterness he directed at her.
Josie noticed that they were moving; unwilling to break away from the kiss, she opened her eyes slightly and realized that Tobias was edging them around the coffee table, towards the couch. She closed her eyes again, moaning softly when Tobias’ hands worked their way up under her shirt, caressing lightly against her waist and upwards. She could feel her skin tingling, feel her nipples already tightening without any touch from him.
Tobias smiled against her lips, and she felt his hands move to her back, unlatching her bra underneath her shirt. She gasped, almost breaking the kiss when his warm hands slipped underneath the loose garment, cupping her breasts. Tobias ran his thumbs over her nipples, teasing them into tight little buds; jolts of pleasure shot from Josie’s breasts directly to her pussy, already beginning to become wet with arousal. She could feel the firm ridge of his hardening cock pressing against her through his pants, and she couldn’t think of anything she wanted more in the world than to see it freed of its confines.
Tobias broke away from the kiss suddenly, looking down at her with his dark, intense eyes. “Do you want this?” he asked, his hands moving to hold her by the jaw, keeping her from looking away. Josie nodded, not trusting her voice to speak. Tobias’ lips descended on hers again, his warm hands slowly undressing her where she stood.
When he broke away from the kiss to pull her shirt over her head, his lips moved down to her jaw, and then her neck, his hands briefly detouring to cup her breasts once more. Josie tilted her head to the side, leaning up almost onto her toes to give him the best access to the sensitive spots along her throat while she worked her hands up underneath his clothes, exploring his back and his chest. She could feel the flex and compress of his muscles, the sparse hair of his chest soft against her skin.
Impatiently, she pulled away from him, tugging his shirt up. She needed to feel the contact of skin on skin. Tobias chuckled at her ineffectual efforts and took a step back, pulling his shirt over his head and crushing her to him once more. Josie felt his hands at the waistband of her jeans, and then felt them sliding down over her hips, falling to the floor in a heap. She loved the way Tobias’ chest felt pressed against her breasts, the heat and strength of him, tightly wound up.
She reached up and began to slowly massage his shoulders, appreciating the bulk of him. Tobias moaned against her skin, pulling away from his attentions to her neck to lower his head to her breasts. He claimed one nipple and then the other, sucking and licking. Josie cried out in pleasure, arching up into him, her hands tightening on his shoulders involuntarily. His hand snaked down from her waist to cup her pussy through the thin, lacy fabric of her panties, gently stroking her.
Josie felt the lust pulsing in her veins, the pleasure ringing through her body from Tobias’ hands and mouth. She slipped her hand between their bodies and felt the bulge of his hard cock, giving it a careful squeeze. Tobias moaned out loud, shuddering against her. “I have to have you,” he said roughly, pulling her panties down and away from her body in a quick movement. His hand moved back to her pussy and he quickly thrust a finger inside of her, his thumb finding her clit and teasing it slowly. Josie swayed, her legs like jelly, her mind a fog with all the sensations.
“Oh, oh-ah-Tobias,” she whimpered as he moved his thick finger in and out of her, probing deeper and deeper. She was panting, soaking wet under the onslaught of his touches. She pushed him away abruptly, answering his concerned look with a dreamy smile as she attacked the waist of his jeans with her hands.
Tugging them down over his hips along with his boxers, she feasted her eyes on the thick, hard cock that sprang up between them. “You’re huge,” she gasped. She had not ever thought that he could possibly be small-he had none of the personality traits of a man overcompensating for something-but she hadn’t reckoned on him being so big. She glanced up at his face and caught the pleased gleam in his eyes.
Josie licked her lips, overcoming her sense of intimidation-must everything about him be intimidating, she thought, half-amused. She knelt down quickly, not giving herself the time to really consider what she wanted to do in light of new information. Glancing up at Tobias’ intrigued, anticipatory face, she took him in hand, bringing her lips to the swollen head of his cock. A bead of pre-cum had formed there and she lapped at it, tasting his sharp
