Josh had promised himself he would not be intimidated. After all, he was successful and owned his own company, not that Shelly knew that. Overall, he was a good guy.
A good guy who wants to sleep with this man’s daughter. So?
“Nice to meet you, sir. I’m Joshua Daniels.”
Since when did I start calling people sir and ma’am? When I entered the South?Who knows?
“Yes, so my daughter was just tellin’ me.” He paused, and then turned to look at Shelly, effectively dismissing him. “Dinner will be served at 7:30.”
Shelly nodded. “We’ll be there.”
He looked his daughter over again, and then turned back to Josh, looking him over, too. “Cleaned up, I presume?”
“Of course,” Shelly muttered.
Josh watched as her father walked up the stairs and into the house where Shelly’s mother had disappeared to earlier.
Shelly turned to face him, giving him a smile so painfully false that it almost looked as though it hurt her face.
“And that is my father.”
With Josh’s help, Shelly had managed to get her things inside and upstairs to her bedroom. Then, she’d directed him to the room across from hers. She had just finished washing up, and she was slipping into some cutoff jean shorts when there was a knock on the door. She tied her blue-and-white gingham shirt at the waist and opened the door to see a fresh-faced, cleaned-up Josh leaning against the frame.
He looked her up and down, and then moved back out into the corridor, glancing both ways. Pushing her back into her room and following her, he shut the door and leaned back against it, pinning her with fiery eyes. She had just finished tying her hair into a high but messy ponytail and hadn’t put on any shoes yet.
“Whatcha doin’, Josh?”
She watched as he reached down between his legs with one of his big hands, adjusting the hard-on that had very obviously formed behind the faded denim. And didn’t that just send a shiver of desire straight down between my thighs.
“Just looking at you. I had this exact fantasy in my car today.”
She licked her lips and moved closer to him. “Oh yeah? And what was the fantasy?”
He let his eyes travel down her legs, and then they came back up to rest on her face. “You in a cowgirl hat, some Daisy Dukes, and cowboy boots.”
Shelly laughed, placing a hand on his chest. “Well, one out of three ain’t bad, sugah.”
“When you talk like that, the other two don’t even need to exist.”
“Hmm,” Shelly hummed in the back of her throat. “We’ve still got an hour or so before dinner.”
“We do, don’t we?” Josh told her as he pushed himself off the door, starting to walk forward. Reaching out, he grasped the knot that rested over her navel.
With each step he took forward, Shelly took a step back. “And just what do you think we should do in those sixty or so minutes?”
“Well,” he drawled, his eyes watching his fingers as they untied the knot. “I think we should start with this,” he told her right before he gripped the material and pulled it apart, the buttons popping from the shirt.
Shelly gasped, and then felt a smile touch her lips as she watched Josh give her the most deliciously wicked grin she had ever seen.
“And then what?” she asked, uncaring of the fact that she was now standing in front of him in her ripped shirt, her breasts barely covered by a black demi-cup bra, and cutoff jean shorts.
“Then,” he said as he reached out, stroking a fingertip down her chest, dipping it into her navel, and then stopping at the top of her shorts, “I’ll undo these.”
Feeling her heart start to beat rapidly, Shelly reached out and gripped his hand.
His eyes came up to meet hers, and he asked, “No?”
Chuckling at him, Shelly shook her head and whispered, “I don’t have a lock on my door, Josh.”
He blinked, and then what she was telling him seemed to sink in. He looked over his shoulder at the unlocked door, and then back to her.
“You don’t?”
Biting her bottom lip, Shelly gave him an impish grin and reached out with a fingertip to trace his shoulder.
In the country voice she knew melted him, she drawled, “Nu-uh, sugah. Ma didn’t trust me to have a lock on the door.”
Josh felt his mouth fall open after that comment. Fuck, she is sexy.
As she stood there with her ripped shirt and her sly little grin, Josh almost fell to his knees. He was debating in his head if it was worth the risk to do what he wanted, knowing that the door was unlocked, when she took the choice out of his hands.
“I’ve always wanted a boy to kiss me in my bedroom.”
Josh licked his lips, knowing he was up, literally, for that challenge.
“No boy ever came up here?”
Shelly shook her head, and for some reason, that answer greatly pleased Josh. How stupid is that?
“Georgia, if this boy kisses you in your room, he’s not going to stop,” he warned her, reaching out to touch her sexy lips with his finger.
True to form—well, true to the man-eater he knew—Shelly nipped his finger, once again shocking him to his boots.
“I’d be disappointed if he did.”
Groaning low, Josh made up his mind.
Slipping his fingers into her shorts, he unsnapped the buttons and parted the material.
As her bare skin appeared, Josh sent up a prayer of thanks that he was the one standing here about to lay down with Shelly Monroe.
He slid his hand down into her jean shorts and panties, turning his hand around so his palm was cupping her, and watched as her mouth parted on a sigh.
Her eyes were on his, and he couldn’t help but smile as he whispered, “Shh, got to be quiet up here. Don’t want anyone to come in and ruin the moment.”
Shelly widened her legs just a little to get Josh’s hand deeper inside her Daisy Dukes. Closing her eyes for a minute, she wiggled closer to him and tried to slow her breathing as she felt his clever fingers slip down between her wet lips.
“So, tell me, Georgia, you think you can keep it down?”
Opening her eyes, Shelly looked into his sparkling ones. “I don’t know, Josh. Willing to risk it?”
“Fuck yeah,” he told her as he reached out with his free hand, hauling her in close. He kept his other hand down her shorts while his mouth crashed down on hers, his tongue spearing into her mouth.
Shelly squirmed against his fingers as she reached up, wrapping her arms around his neck. Tilting her head to the side, she moaned as he deepened the angle of the kiss, his tongue rubbing and stroking up against her own.
“Josh,” she begged. Then, his hand left her pants. “No,” she cried out, hearing him chuckle as he put that hand under her ass, hitching her up into his arms.
Shelly immediately wrapped her legs around his waist as he walked around to the bed she had slept in her whole adolescent life.
Placing her down on the edge of it, Shelly scooted across the comforter, laying back with her legs hanging off the side.
“So, you really are going to have me under you—under my father’s roof?”
Josh shook his head, reaching out to grip her shorts and panties. Biting his lip, he concentrated on tugging them off of her.
“Let’s not discuss that right now,” he groaned.
“Why not, Josh?” Shelly asked. After her shorts and panties were removed, she raised a foot to the edge of the bed, now giving him an unobstructed view of just how excited she really was. “Do you feel guilty?”