“Fuck, Shel,” he moaned.
Then, he wrapped one arm around her waist and really started to move. In and out, his hips bumped up against her ass with every forward stroke. As he leaned down, he growled in her ear.
“Nothing ever feels as good as being buried deep inside you while your hot little pussy squeezes me every time something excites you.”
Shelly clenched, and Josh cursed.
“Apparently, you like it when I talk dirty, hmm?” he murmured in her ear. “Hold on tight, Georgia. I need to get deeper.”
Shelly almost came right then.
Good God, the man has a dirty mouth on him, and she had to admit that she didn’t mind it one bit. Usually, she was the one who had to hold back, but when Josh pushed gently on the small of her back and she found herself with her cheek against the cool granite counter, she knew he was her exact match.
“Now, Josh. Oh god,” she groaned, needing completion.
She felt him flex his hips, his hands gripping hers on the counter. After three strong thrusts, he leaned down and kissed her ear gently.
Whispering, he confessed, “I knew from the very first moment that you would change me.”
He sucked her lobe and continued to move harder inside her. As her breathing quickened, she turned her head, and his mouth found hers. He kissed her hard, thrusting his tongue deep inside her mouth. As she felt him tense behind her, flexing once more, she fell apart, body and soul on his kitchen counter.
Chapter Twenty-One
July
Home was always hard to go back to. However, this time around it was excruciating for Shelly. She had opted to take the plane back for Fourth of July, and as she sat by the window looking out at the runway, she couldn’t help but think about her last email from Josh.
He was being really mysterious about where he was. She had even tried getting it out of Mason, but he merely shrugged and told her he had no idea.
Honestly, Shelly didn’t believe Mason for one moment.
Why would Josh just vanish? Well, he had his reason, but she didn’t buy that either.
Shelly,
Please stop sending me naked pictures of you during the day. I lose focus on everything around me. At least if you send them at night, I can open them in private and enjoy them one-on-one. ;)
For the millionth time, no amount of skin that you send me is going to make me tell you where I am. I told you that I am happy being alone for the time being. Plus, if I tell you where I am, I know you will turn up, and quite honestly, Georgia, I’m not there yet. That’s not to say I won’t ever be—just not yet.
As always,
Josh
He wasn’t there yet. Well, aren’t I stupid?
When he’d been ready, she had run away as quick as her legs could carry her, clinging to the insane notion that his ex-girlfriend had been a threat.
Shelly had known all along that there was no threat there. She had seen it in his eyes and heard it in his voice when he had waited to make sure she was okay the next morning after her late night out.
Every single move Josh had made proved that he cared and his feelings were real.
And what did I do? Reduced them all to one ugly word—fling.
So, really, this hopeless, unrequited infatuation she had with him was her own damn fault because now he didn’t trust her.
As the plane taxied down the runway to wait in the holding line for take-off, she recalled her own email with her anxious questions.
Maybe it was time to leave the man alone. Perhaps he did need his space, like he had said. Maybe he didn’t want her to keep emailing him with naughty snapshots.
However, as the cabin rattled and the jet engines kicked in, making the loud roaring sound signaling their imminent departure, Shelly couldn’t help but think if that were the case, then he would tell her to stop emailing altogether. Wouldn’t he?
Josh sat down with his laptop and a beer.
He had spent the morning down at the worksite, and he couldn’t wait to get home to open the most recent email from Man-Eater.
Yep, she had most definitely reclaimed that name.
The woman was intent on giving him a hard-on in the middle of the day. On more than a few occasions, he had been working at the site, checking his phone after he had heard it chime. Then, right there in his inbox, snapshots of the stunningly sexy doctor had appeared.
At one point, he had asked her why she had sent them through email instead of a text message, and he had to laugh at her response.
If I text it, it’s instant. If I email, you anticipate opening it. Plus, if it goes to the wrong person, then at least I have a chance of recovery. Imagine that going to Mason? Instantly?
Oh, hell no, had been Josh’s first reaction.
There was no way he wanted Mason’s eyes on that, and he was pretty sure that Lena wouldn’t want it either.
Shelly was breathtaking. As he sat down on his apartment’s shabby couch, he opened the laptop and switched it on. There, on his screen, was the most beautiful face he had ever seen.
Her eyes were almond-shaped, and the blue was so stunning in its vibrancy that it almost looked unreal. In this picture, she was looking over her naked shoulder, and her hair was disheveled all around her face. She had her phone in one hand, pointing it at the mirror. Her lips were parted, and her eyes were screaming come and get me. Damn, she’s beautiful.
He had known leaving was going to be hard, and honestly, Josh hadn’t known what to expect after that desperate moment of passion in his kitchen.
Letting her walk away that day had been the most difficult decision he had ever made, especially knowing he was still going to leave.
He’d known from the beginning the depths of his feelings, and nothing was going to sway him from giving them both the time they needed. If it was meant to be, they would find their way back to each other.
If not?Well, if not, I’m screwed.
As the plane touched down in Georgia, Shelly took a deep breath and looked out at the rain drizzling down the plane’s window.
What a miserable day, she thought, and then wondered if it was a precursor to her visit. She wasn’t looking forward to spending one-on-one time with her parents, and she was pretty sure her father wasn’t either, especially after her last spectacular visit.
After the plane landed, she made her way off and went through all the necessary lines and security checks. Shelly finally entered the waiting area, and immediately, she saw her father standing toward the back of the baggage claim area, leaning up against a big white column.
Shelly noticed that most women walking by had stopped to look at him. Shelly could see that he was an attractive man. She looked just like him, or so everyone told her, and for years, she had taken that as a bad thing.
However, when his eyes found hers and he smiled, she had to rethink her initial thoughts. Maybe he was looking forward to seeing me. The man looking at her with a full warm and friendly disposition was not the man she was accustomed to. This man looked relaxed and carefree. Nothing like the stressed-out rigid man she knew as her father.
Walking toward him, Shelly hefted her carry-on bag over her shoulder and watched him move forward. When he stopped, holding out a hand for her bag, she slid it off of her shoulder and gave it to him.
“Hey, Princess.”