My body hummed at the thought of being wrapped up in his warmth. I swear he started moving in slow motion as he unbuttoned his shirt and slid it over his shoulders. I’d always admired his body in secret, but in the dark bedroom, with only the shadow of the moon, I could admire it openly. All the running and trips to the gym had given him a body that I wanted to admire and explore with my hands and mouth. A firm chest led into ridges of muscles, which covered his stomach and led to a prominent V on his hips. Heat spiraled out of control within me, and I suddenly had the urge to giggle into my pillow like a school girl perving on the hottest guy in class. But somehow I resisted.
“What are you wearing?” he whispered as he began unbuckling his belt.
I swallowed hard. “Panties and one of your old shirts that I found.”
“Take off your panties.”
“You cannot be serious,” I shot in an unusually high pitch.
The sound of his belt falling to the floor shattered the air. “Do you honestly think I’d joke about that?”
“My panties are staying on, thank you very much.” I crossed my arms and tried to ignore the feelings of rebellion that started to appear. Taking my panties off would lead to guaranteed orgasms, but it would also mean that I was breaking a promise to myself of not going there with Josh again.
“Do you like the panties you’re wearing?” He leaned on the edge of the bed and moved in close to my face.
I felt his breath bouncing off my lips as the air around us spiraled out of control. “Of course I do. They cost me a lot of money,” I rushed out in response.
“Well, you either take them off or they’ll be ripped off. Those are you choices.”
Holy shit, I was in trouble, and trouble never felt so good.
Josh lifted the comforter, then slid in bed beside me and didn’t take his time in prowling toward me until his body covered mine. The close proximity of our bodies and the immediate warmth that immersed me, felt incredible.
“Are you good?” he whispered.
“I was worried about you,” I admitted freely.
“I just needed to get away from everything and be on my own for a bit. I went to the beach.”
“Oh, okay.”
“Not you, Ashy. Everything else.”
“Tonight was crazy,” I said softly as my memories shot to life and the night was replayed. “I still can’t get my head around what happened. How could someone change so much? There is absolutely no way I would even consider going back to Lachlan, but I’m not sure he understands that.”
“I’ll make sure he understands it,” he stated firmly.
I smiled. “Thank you again for what you said and did tonight.”
He shifted his body slightly on top of me, and my legs opened willingly to compensate him. “I meant what I said, and you never have to thank me for that. I’d do it again in a heartbeat. He doesn’t deserve another thought, especially right now.”
He was right. The more I thought about Lachlan, the more I felt myself slipping back into dark thoughts that revolved entirely around not being good enough. Tonight was meant to be a celebration of love for my best friends, not a reminder of fucked-up heartbreak and insecurities.
“Forget him.”
Josh’s idea of making me forget was in the form of distraction. His hands ran up my side and disappeared under the cotton shirt. All thoughts of Lachlan disappeared, and I jumped at the soft touch of his fingertips running over my ribs. My eyes slammed shut as his lips hit my jaw and peppered my skin with delicate kisses.
“You and me,” he whispered hotly into my ear. “Me and you.”
Fuck, I hadn’t realized how on edge I was until he started talking in his low, gravelly tone that told me he meant business. I couldn’t stop myself from shifting my body underneath him in hopes of getting some form of relief. I just needed something small to give me a tiny fix. All my thoughts of never letting him touch me again ran for the hills, because right then I just wanted his hands on me. His lips played havoc on my neck, and I bit my lip in an attempt at stifling the moan that was teetering on the edge of release.
“Get on your hands and knees.”
His ragged voice echoed in my ear, and a shiver ran down my spine at the intensity and determination in those six words. My eyes shot open as he pulled his mouth away from my ear, and I met his heated stare. That moment offered me everything I didn’t know I needed: desire, need, and protection. The knowledge that we were in a house full of people faded to nothingness, and I was thrust into a world where only we existed. I gasped as his finger traced my lips, and it was the most sensual form of seduction.
“Tonight was meant to be about us. He doesn’t get to distract you again, and I refuse to let him take away any more of the time I have with you. I’m making the rest of the night about you and me, so Ashlyn, get on your hands and knees.”
His I-am-going-to-make-you-come voice caused a shiver of anticipation to run down my spine. Nothing could have stopped me from doing what he asked. I was tightly strung, and the offer of relief was too hard to resist. He was too hard to resist. There was no chance in hell that I wasn’t already wet, because I was practically panting in eagerness. His voice alone did things to me, not to mention his dominating presence. Once again, my body won the battle, my thoughts fled, and all warnings dissipated. I crawled down the bed until my ass was in the air, then I sucked in a breath as the unknown awaited me.
“So fucking sexy,” Josh growled as he traced the back of my thighs with his fingertip, then slipped his hand inside the back of my panties. “I’ve been waiting all night for this. Fuck, I’ve been waiting since you ran off to Lilac Cove. I’m going to make you come with my fingers, and then my mouth is going to devour your sweet pussy.”
Holy shit!
I whimpered as he ran the tip of his finger through my slickness. My forehead dropped to the pillow below, and my eyes slammed shut under the tightness of pleasure that appeared. The electricity in my room was off the charts. The firmer he stroked, the louder my breathing soared, and the limper my body became.
“Your greedy pussy is so wet. Do you want it, Ashy? Do you need me to make you come?”
My hips shot up, needing his fingers to be inside of me, because I knew the pleasure those fingers were capable of delivering. Yes. I, Ashlyn Hart, had a greedy pussy, and of course I wanted what he could give me.
“Make me come. Make me forget,” I murmured.
My gasp rang through the room as he plunged two fingers deep inside of me and frantically pumped in and out. I squeezed my eyes shut when he teasingly grazed his thumb against my clit. Damn it, and his magical fingers. My body was on the verge of collapse under the intensity of pleasure switched on within me. Thankfully, his arm weaved around my stomach and held me up as my body quickly became useless. I wished I could see his eyes, his face, his expression as he made me completely fall apart. I was a woman on edge. My body was screaming at me, telling me that I wasn’t far from exploding around his beautifully-crafted fingers and taking a journey of a thousand fireworks. Fuck me, Josh didn’t mess around. Whenever he got me, he knew exactly what he wanted, and it was like he could sense exactly what I needed. The shirt I was wearing had bunched up under my arms, as I remained on my knees with my ass in the air and panties pushed to the side. As he thrust into me repeatedly with his fingers, his lips danced on my heated skin, leaving kisses down my spine. The combination of his sweet kisses and the ferocity of his fingers was overwhelming.
“Josh, I’m going to come.” My stomach muscles gave me the signal that I was about to erupt in a low moan of his name.
As my body rose to the brink of orgasm, Josh lifted me with the arm around my waist and turned me onto my back. Not once did his fingers slip from deep within me, and with precision he made sure he kept driving into me with enthusiasm. I swear he was the god of finger fucking. My eyes shot open, and immediately they found his dark, lust-filled pits of desire staring back at me, as I was dangerously close to losing all control. That was exactly what I wanted to find. I loved that look. I craved that look. It was the look that had tempted me and utterly destroyed me from day one.