Page 43 of The Cowgirl's Forever Love
Ollie arrived next to the swing, her front paws resting on the edge as she peered hopefully at them. Not only were kids and adults determined to interrupt, but the dog was as well—more than once.
“You really think you get to come up here?” Josiah asked.
Lisa was already in motion, rolling over to pick Ollie up.
“Lisa,” Josiah scolded. A moment later he had a chest ornament in the form of a cream-coloured, furry water bottle.
“She likes us,” Lisa said apologetically, snuggling against him but keeping one hand free to stroke Ollie’s back. “She likes us maybe a little bit too much.”
“It’s kind of like hero worship,” he agreed.
“Last night I’m sure she understood every word I said when I told her you weren’t coming over. We should send in a picture of her face and get Merriam-Webster to make her an example of whatpuppy dog eyesmeans. It was as if she desperately wanted to tell me something, and I just couldn’t understand.”
“Did she let you sleep?” he asked. “That’s what I want to know, because the days I’ve had her, the only way I could get her to stop pacing was to give her that T-shirt you wore. I put it on the foot of the bed, because otherwise she kept getting up and going to the door, as if waiting for you to appear.”
Lisa laughed, twisting toward him. “Get out. I had to pull on that second shirt you lent me before she’d quiet down last night.”
Wonderful. They had a stalker dog to deal with on top of the lack-of-privacy issue. “How are you doing otherwise? You get any more ideas added to your adventure book?”
“I should’ve added ‘fool around on a porch swing.’ And would’ve, if I’d known how much fun it was.”
Josiah moved cautiously, giving Ollie time to rearrange herself at the foot of the swing. He tugged Lisa on top of him, groaning softly as her weight settled on his aching cock. “It’s even more fun in the summertime. Fewer clothes—”
“More mosquitoes, same number of snoopy visitors.”
She cupped her hands around his face and kissed him. Long and luscious, tongues tangling, and while it wasn’t what he’d been craving, it was nice to realize what they were doing was unique.
He’d had his share of love affairs, one-night stands, and short-term flings. He’d always treated the ladies right and he’d always tried to go whatever speed they were comfortable with.
For the first time in his life, it seemed both he and Lisa would’ve been comfortable going a whole hell of a lot faster if time and circumstance weren’t getting in their way.
He reached down and squeezed her ass, the weight of her on top of him giving him a head rush.
Both heads.
“I like this,” he admitted reluctantly.
Lisa snickered. “That’s good, ’cause I’m fairly firmly attached to it.”
“Not your butt, mischief.” He lifted his hand under the blanket and gave her ass cheek a sharp rap, kissing her pouting lips briefly before he explained. “I’m enjoyingthis. Spending time with you, as chaotic and hit-and-miss as it’s been. Taking our time. Are you having fun?”
She put her elbows against the middle of his chest and rested her chin on her hands, thinking seriously for a moment.
“Yeah. I am.” She leaned in and her voice got quieter and huskier. “Although, I have to admit I’m having an awful lot of very dirty dreams.”
Jeez. “Me too. I keep picturing you in my shower and wondering what the hell I was thinking to leave you alone in there.”
Her eyes brightened. “So it would be mean to tell you I really liked your movable showerhead?”
She lost him for a moment until understanding hit. The mental image of her holding that showerhead with the water directed at her sex sent a lightning bolt down his spine. “Evil creature.”
“I think I have another day off this week.” She stared at his lips. “Are your roommates going to be locked out of the house at some time?”
“It doesn’t matter if they’re there,” he pointed out.
She made a face. “Yeah, no. Sorry, I just can’t get into the idea of screaming during sex knowing that Finn Marlette, who plans on making a play for my sister, is in the next room.”
His brain had gone foggy. “Sorry, I kind of lost track of the conversation when you announced you scream during sex.”
