Page 66 of The Cowgirl's Chosen Love
Oh my God. “Yes.Definitelyyes.”
He reached for her, and this time the T-shirt didn’t just go up partway. It was over her head and tossed to the floor in mere seconds. Josiah undid her bra, pressing a kiss to her shoulder before slipping the straps off one at a time. The cool air mixed with the heat from the fireplace and brushed her skin as he got her naked.
Jeans undone and stripped away. Panties vanishing.
He caught her wool socks by the toes and dragged them off so slowly her skin lit up. Every inch was so sensitive that when he wrapped a hand around her ankle and caressed his way up, Lisa quivered.
“So beautiful,” he whispered before pressing his lips to her calf. To the inside of her knee. Barely moving before licking and nipping all the way up to her inner thigh.
Josiah pressed her knees apart, staring at her sex. Just looking, as Lisa watched.
His eyes—so expressive when he was being himself. When he showed what he was actually feeling and it was clear there was no pretending going on. This wasn’t acting. It was simple need and want and desire.
Josiah glanced up and their gazes met
“You’re making me nervous,” she admitted. “And I don’t get nervous.”
“Let’s just call it anticipation then,” he suggested. “Trust me. I’ll make you feel good.”
She wanted to complain that he wasn’t getting naked, but she already knew he had the mouth of a god. Interrupting his plans seemed like a sin.
He leaned in and put his lips to her sex, and she closed her eyes and just felt.
Felt each teasing stroke as he worked either side of her sex, circling her clit before giving it the briefest bit of attention. Again, and again, each move slightly different, so she couldn’t anticipate where he would touch next. Each time adding a little twist until the ache inside was so big she could barely breathe.
He’d slid a finger into her, stroking softly. He switched to two fingers, barely there, barely moving, yet most definitely present. Especially in contrast to the rapid motion of his tongue.
The next time he withdrew, a shudder shook her as he raised three fingers to his mouth and licked.
Oh. My. God.
He pressed the thick mass into her, and she slapped a hand over her mouth to trap the wordless whimper that wanted to escape.
His grin flashed. “Good thinking. Don’t disturb the puppy.”
His fingers moved with infinite patience. A deep tingle radiated everywhere, as if he were attaching electrodes to her body.
“Josiah.Please.” The words were as close to a whisper as she could manage at that moment.
His smile only widened. “Yes, ma’am.”
He put that magical mouth to her again, and she could’ve started a countdown timer. Three, two, one—
She was gone. Waves of pleasure rolled over her as if a rock had been dropped into a basin. Impact shot to the edge then back, ripples smashing into each other, creating a hard pulse that went on and on. Every time he moved his fingers, her body lit up again.
When he finally slipped his hand free, Lisa wanted to catch him by the shoulders and drag him over her, but she couldn’t move. “I’m boneless.”
Josiah shoved off his jeans, reaching for the condom she’d laid on the pillow beside her. “I’m not.”
She glanced down in the hopes of getting to finally see him naked, but the instant he covered himself, he was back between her thighs. Kissing her senseless before aligning his cock with her sex.
He rocked, groaning against her cheek. “Not going to last,” he warned.
“It’s okay—”
Josiah pressed deep. A single motion that buried him completely.
Air rushed from her lungs. Lisa clutched his shoulders, fighting to remember how to breathe. He felt so perfect inside her. Stretching her, filling her.
