Page 64 of The Cowgirl's Forever Love
Considering the one-night stand had resulted in a baby—neither was Lisa. Not yet, at least.
“Setting. A lonely stretch of highway in the English countryside. A young lady’s carriage is beset by highwaymen.” She whistled, glancing up. “Are you the hero coming to rescue me or one of the highwaymen?”
He was no longer sitting a few feet away, but beside her. Smoothing his fingers over her thigh. “I can go with either.”
“Definitely the hero. I always assumed highwaymen had questionable hygiene.”
Josiah burst out laughing. He rolled to his back to gaze at the ceiling. “God. This is more difficult than I imagined.”
“But a lot of fun, right?” Lisa swung carefully over him, thighs resting on either side of his hips as she stared down. She leaned forward and pressed her hands to his chest. “Scottishcountryside.”
He slid a hand into her hair, tangling the length around his fingers. “Why the revision?”
“With a heroic Scotsman coming to my rescue? You’ve got to have a kilt somewhere. You’re not the only one who likes skirts.”
He wrapped a hand around the back of her neck and tugged. She let him guide her down until their lips met.
Stretched out in front of the fire, creating their own type of heat, the scenarios on random cards vanished.
Josiah had one hand on her hip, holding her steady. He slipped his fingers just high enough to separate her T-shirt from her jeans, then his thumb made contact with skin, rubbing back-and-forth at the edge of her waistline. A barely there touch, yet big enough her entire body felt as if he were petting her.
And the kisses. Long, slow, drugging exchanges. His tongue slipping against hers just long enough that when he pulled back she couldn’t help but follow, stretching more fully over him, his solid muscular body a gloriously hard cushion.
Josiah rolled, bringing her under him onto the soft woven carpet in front of the fireplace. He held himself up on one elbow, the weight of his torso barely brushing hers. His hips firmly nestled between her thighs, and when he rocked, the hard length of his cock brushed her aching sex, and she moaned.
“Do you actually want me to go find a kilt?” he muttered between kisses that drifted across her cheek and down her throat. “Do you want to stop and go look for the green flash?”
Lisa lifted her legs and wrapped them tightly around his hips, locking him in place even as she regretted the layers between them. “Later. Right now if you want to ravish me, I’m fully on board.”
“You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” Josiah said, pulling up her T-shirt. He shoved down the cup of her bra. An instant later, his mouth covered her nipple and he sucked.
Lisa arched, the response jolting from her body. A pulsing need began deep in her core, as if he’d tipped the top of a metronome and the heavy pulse was echoing off the walls to land solidly between her thighs.
She caught hold of his shirt, fingers twisting in the fabric as she tugged with a faint hope it would magically disappear and she could make contact with skin.
No magic. Words were required. “Not that I want you to stop, but take this off,” she whispered.
Josiah slid farther down her body, nipping at her waist. “I’m busy.”
“Josiah,” she complained with an exasperated moan.
A clatter of doggie nails rattled across the floor as Ollie came running from her bed in the corner of the room to see what was wrong.
Josiah laid his forehead against Lisa’s belly and laughed as Ollie stuck her head over them both, whining in concern. When he lifted his head, laughter danced in his eyes. “This overprotective dog does not like you making that noise,” he pointed out.
Lisa struggled upright, pushing Ollie aside and shoving down her shirt. Cock-blocked by the dog.Again.
“Ollie. Go, sit.” She pointed at the dog bed as she put every bit of command into her words.
The dog glanced at Josiah, blinking piteously. It was clear she hoped for an overrule of Lisa’s order.
He lifted his arm and pointed as well. “Go.”
Ollie snorted as if she’d been cruelly abandoned, shuffling back to her bed. She turned in three increasingly slow circles before collapsing with a loud huff of air.
Josiah and Lisa glanced at each other for a moment in sheer amusement before he scooped her up, spinning her in a circle then tossing her toward his bed. “We might be safe up there.”
Lisa slid higher on the mattress, patting the spot beside her. “There’s no time like the present.”
