When she started to beg, Josh moved his head in close and flicked his tongue out to play with her throbbing clit. It was so hard and wet from her excitement that it took everything Josh had to slow it down and not devour her.
Reaching up with his fingers, he spread her flushed lips a little further apart, and then ran his tongue back and forth against her juicy flesh. When she cried out in pleasure and gripped his head, Josh couldn’t help but grin wickedly to himself as he devoured the man-eater. What irony, he thought as she melted all over his tongue.
He pleasured her until her moaning and panting was almost turning to a sob, and then he felt her reach down and grip his hair tight.
“I need it now. Can’t wait. Need to feel you inside me,” she begged him as she tugged on his hair, trying to get him to move.
Not one to turn down such a sexy plea, Josh stood, unzipped his slacks, and pushed them down his hips. He heard her moan, and then he moved forward.
She wrapped her arms around his neck as he reached down to grip her right leg behind the knee. Hitching it up to his hip, he held it there and rubbed his aching flesh against her, waiting for her next move.
Shelly was going to die if he didn’t put his cock inside of her right now.
As he played between her thighs, she gripped his hair at the back of his neck, tugging him forward in the dark, and kissed his mouth roughly. This time she heard him groan, so she pulled back and bit his bottom lip.
“Please…inside of me, Josh. I need to feel you stretching me, filling me up—”
He grunted softly against her mouth as he lined up the thick head of his shaft, and then he proceeded to thrust home.
Shelly screamed, biting down on his shoulder, as he entered her forcefully, banging her solidly up against the wall. While he continued to pound away at her with one of her legs hitched up and over his naked hip, Shelly couldn’t remember a man ever having such power over her. As she gave herself over to the powerful climax, screaming out his name and shattering all around him, she also knew there would never be another man who would.
Standing in the cocoon of the coatroom, breathing hard, Josh could feel a bead of sweat slide down his temple. He was still lodged deep inside of her, and her arms were still wound tightly around his neck. Their reunion had been nothing short of spectacular.
As her breathing calmed, she whispered, “Josh, I—”
“Shh,” he murmured against her neck. “Shh.” He was not quite ready to hear that yet.
He felt her tense a little.
She asked quietly, “Why won’t you let me tell you how I feel? I don’t understand why you’re making this so hard.”
Josh leaned in and kissed her lips. “I’m not trying to make it hard, Shelly.”
As he finally pulled away, she sighed. “Then, what are you trying to do?”
Josh thought about that, and then answered honestly, “I’m trying to make it right.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
The next morning Shelly woke up early. As she lay in bed, she couldn’t help but think back to last night with Josh.
It seemed that no matter how much she tried to open up to him, he was now the one pulling back. Or is he? It’s all so confusing, Shelly thought with a sigh.
One moment, she could swear he wanted nothing other than to touch her or hold her. Yet, in the next moment, when she tried to tell him her feelings, he always stopped her.
Maybe he was right to make them wait. He kept saying that he wanted things to be right. But how could they be when he was living somewhere else?
As the alarm sounded beside her, Shelly rolled over and looked at the time. 8:00 a.m. Rubbing her eyes, she decided that now was not the time to try and work out the enigma that was Josh. Instead, it was time to focus on one very important thing—a wedding at Promontory Point.
Several hours later, Shelly arrived at Lena’s old condo.
She was actually rather surprised she remembered how to get there since Lena was very rarely at the old place anymore, instead choosing to move in with Mason. She put her place up for sale, but in this economy, it still sat empty. It was now the perfect location to get ready and keep the bride away from the wandering eyes and hands of her impatient groom.
When she was buzzed in and let up to the floor Lena was on, Shelly had to admit that she was starting to feel nervous for her friend.
Today was a huge day in Mason and Lena’s life.
In front of family and friends, they were about to commit to one another, promising to love one another forever.
Forever.
That’s such a long time, Shelly thought as she waited for Lena to open the door. Just as it unlatched, Josh suddenly flashed into her mind, but she quickly pushed him aside when Lena appeared, beaming at her.
“And how is the lovely bride on this beautiful morning?” Shelly asked as she stepped forward.
Lena moved aside to let her in. “Ahh, the bride is nervous, and the groom has already called five times.”
Shelly had to laugh at that. It sounded just like Mason to be worried about his doctor today. The two of them had been through a lot to get to where they finally were now. He was probably having a minor case of paranoia, believing it wasn’t actually going to happen.
“Well, the groom is out of his mind. There is no way I’m going to be slacking on my duties, even if I have to pick you up and carry you to the wedding myself.”
Lena laughed as she closed the door, and Shelly took that moment to lay her garment bag across Lena’s couch.
“You don’t have to worry about that. There’s no other place I want to be this evening than standing at the alter with Mason,” Lena told her with a smile on her face.
Shelly returned it, reaching out to hug her friend. Shelly’s heart tightened. She felt herself getting somewhat emotional, hearing her friend so sure of her path and direction, not to mention, the person she intended to share it with.
“You’re lucky you know,” Shelly told her as they parted.
“Oh, I know I’m lucky. But why do you think I am?” Lena asked with a laugh.
She stepped around her and made her way into the kitchen. Shelly followed and took a seat on one of Lena’s breakfast bar stools.
“Because you know exactly what you want,” Shelly told her with true conviction.
Lena turned and arched a brow, holding a chilled bottle of wine.
“Wine? This early?” Shelly asked with a raised brow and a smirk.
“Just one—to calm the nerves a little and to celebrate.” Lena paused. “I do not want to be tipsy tonight.”
Shelly let out a small chuckle and assured her friend. “I will not let you be tipsy for your own wedding.”
Lena grinned and moved toward the counter, taking two glasses from the cupboard overhead. After she had poured them each a glass of wine, she turned to face Shelly.
“What do you mean I know what I want? In life? In general? Or with Mason?” she queried as she passed a half-filled glass in Shelly’s direction.
Shelly took the wine and raised it to her friend. They tapped the glasses gently in a soft clink as Shelly looked at her closest friend.
“All of the above, my friend. You have it all worked out, and that makes you a very lucky woman.” Raising her wine glass, Shelly saluted Lena. “Cheers to you on your wonderful wedding day.”
“Cheers!” Lena returned as they each took a sip of their wine.
A little distance away from the girls, Josh sat on his friend’s couch, looking out of Mason’s huge living room windows.