Shelly was standing in the crowded bathroom at the sink, slicking her lips with gloss. She’d pretty much licked it all off as she’d stood there salivating over Josh.
So what? I’d given in to my urge to pounce on him.He is very pounceable. Is that even a word? Probably not, but if it was, it would be made for that man.
Just thinking about him made her thighs twitch and her tummy do a somersault. He was sex on legs, and she wanted him to walk all over her.
Looking at her reflection, she could see the subtle changes in herself that hinted at how aroused she was. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and her eyes were dilated. But the telltale sign that no one could see was the moisture between her thighs.
Damn that man.
She hadn’t wanted to get involved with Joshua Daniels, Mason’s Best Man. Not to mention, he was also Mason and Rachel’s childhood friend. Way too complicated, but she wasn’t going to get involved. She was going to have sex. Fantastic sex that would leave her completely and utterly satisfied, and then she’d leave. She’d done it before, and if this guy was for real, she’d do it again—real soon.
Josh was standing out in the parking lot by his truck. He was scrolling through Lena’s phone, searching for the Sexy Doctor’s number. Jackpot! He found it.
Pulling out his own phone, Josh added her into his contacts under Barbie. Well, she wants it to be a secret, he thought with a smirk, dialing the number.
He waited.
One ring, two rings, and on the third, he heard a click, and loud music pulsed through his phone. Smiling slowly, he knew she’d answered it somewhere in the club.
“Hello.”
Hmm, there’s that silky, sexy voice of hers, he thought before responding with, “Outside in the parking lot now. I’m ready to seal the deal.” Then, he ended the call. Now, let’s see what she does with that.
Looking at her phone in the dark corner she’d moved to, Shelly felt her hand shaking as she ended the call.
He wants to do this now? More to the point, am I really going to let him?
Shelly felt some movement to her side and noticed Paul had come over to stand with her. He was kind of—and by “kind of” she really meant he actually was—bopping to the music like she imagined an awkward kid would.
Shaking her head at her own stupidity for pulling him into a situation so totally foreign to him, she decided now was the time to slap herself for even contemplating reuniting.
Reaching out, she tapped his arm. He turned to face her, and she turned on her sexy smile as she leaned in to whisper against his ear.
“I’m just going to step outside for some fresh air for a few minutes.”
Paul nodded and asked, “Want me to come with you?”
Shaking her head, Shelly thought, Nope, I have a man in mind that’s going to do that.
“No, it’s fine. I’m just going to stand by the door with the bouncer.”
Paul squeezed her hand, shouting back over the music, “Okay, but make sure you do. Can’t be too careful.”
Shelly turned and walked toward the door. Oh, I’m about to be anything but careful, Paul.
Josh saw her the minute she stepped out under the floodlights. They seemed to light up her blonde hair, almost giving her a halo, but he knew this was no angel. She looked from left to right, and then spotted him leaning up against his truck in the far back row of cars. He watched her tilt her head, moving toward him.
She walked in a way that made him want to stand and watch her for hours. Sure, it was just like everyone else, one foot in front of the other, but she made it a statement. With each step, her hips swayed from side to side, and her ponytail swished behind her. Her shoulders were so straight, and her chin was tilted up, making her look like a confident sex kitten about to devour him like a hungry lioness.
He could hear the gravel crunching beneath her heels, but she never faltered. When she finally got to him, she stopped and ran her gaze over his body as he remained where he was.
He knew she’d notice the huge hard-on pressing against his jeans, and he also knew the moment when she saw it because her tongue came out, licking at her lips again.
“You do that a lot, you know?”
Her eyes came back to his as she raised questioning brow at him.
“What’s that?”
“Look at my cock and lick your lips.”
She took a step closer, and he had to uncross his legs or she would have bumped into them. Reaching over beside him, she tossed her little purse in the back of his truck, and then moved one more step closer until she was positioned snugly between his thighs with her amazing breasts pressed against his chest. He watched as the lips in question tipped up in a sexy smile.
“That’s because I want to lick it,” she informed him in true man-eater style, bold and to the point.
Josh clenched his teeth and his hands. As of right now, she still hadn’t given him permission to touch her, and she hadn’t touched him either.
“You don’t have a subtle bone in your body, do you, Shel?”
He watched as she looked at his mouth, and then let her eyes come back up to his.
Shelly was breathing hard as she felt his inner thighs flex around the outside of hers. His hands were resting down by his legs, and she decided it was time to touch. Raising her hand, she ran a finger over the shoulder of the smooth and supple leather jacket.
“Why be subtle? We both know what we want, and we’re both consenting adults.”
She felt him take a breath as his whole body shuddered, and then she watched as he raised a hand and let it go to her hip. The minute he placed it on her she could have sworn she felt electricity and heat sizzle all along her frustrated nerves. It had been so long since she’d had great sex, and she knew this was going to be fantastic. Hell, the guy almost has me coming from touching my hip.
“That’s true, and the last thing I remember was us coming to an agreement.”
Shelly nodded. “Well, yes, a verbal one.” Then, she leaned forward until her lips were by his ear and took a deep breath of his delicious cologne. “Now, we need to seal it,” she whispered.
She heard him groan as his fingers flexed on her hip, tugging her forward. Placing her hands on his chest, she squeezed his tight pecs. Damn, the man is built beneath that black T-shirt. She couldn’t wait to rip his shirt off and rub all over his hard naked chest.
He leaned his head down a little, and she could no longer resist flicking her tongue out to swipe at his lobe. She felt his other hand come up, pulling her in so close that she could now feel his erection pushing into the apex of her thighs. He groaned and flexed his hips.
Shelly chuckled in his ear and asked, “So, we’re going to do this out here?”
Although she was completely scandalized by the idea, Shelly also had to admit that she was completely turned on. Another deciding factor was she wanted to know if he could actually do that out here.
“That’s the plan. I want this set in stone before you strut away from me.”
“Hmm,” she moaned, rubbing her aching mound against his hardness.
God, that feels incredible.
Running her hands down his chest to his stomach, she gripped his shirt and started bunching it up. He rocked his hips against her, and then turned his head.
“Give me your fucking mouth, woman.”