Page 67 of The Cowgirl's Chosen Love
Moving in her as he slowly withdrew before thrusting forward.
His expression—one hundred percent real. His eyes closed and his jaw slid open as he moaned in pleasure. The next second his eyes snapped open and his gaze caught hers as his lips twisted upward. “Better than I dreamed.”
“Me too.” She tugged at his shirt. “Except for this.”
Josiah hesitated, then leaned on one arm and reached over his head. He jerked the fabric forward and she helped gather it up and off as he rocked onto the other arm to free the last sleeve.
Finally.
Lisa curled herself around him, savouring the heat of his naked skin touching hers. Josiah adjusted their position until they ended up sitting on the bed. His legs dangled off the side as she sat in his lap, fully embedded on his cock.
His torso quivered as she stroked her fingers over the muscular planes of his chest. “Nowit’s perfect,” she said.
His fingers pulsed on her butt and he put his lips to hers as he lifted her. Effortlessly sliding her up before bringing her down carefully. Lisa used her thighs and helped, and they picked up speed.
Josiah groaned. “So fuckinggood.”
Harder, now. He brought her down rapidly, thrusting upward to connect them forcefully. As she rocked over him, he slid one hand against her back, drawing them closer until their bodies rubbed.
Sex slicked and wet. The scent in the air—decadent. The sounds—enough to make the spiral of heat inside her flare all over again.
Lisa felt the tremor before he clutched her, hips pulsing erratically as he came, his shaft thick within her.
She was so close. She ground down, bumping her clit against his body in a desperate search for the final pressure she needed.
Josiah snuck a hand between their bodies, his thumb going unerringly to her clit. He circled a couple of times and then pressed down, hard. Pinching and rolling between thumb and forefinger, and it was enough.
More than enough. It was a stick of dynamite when a match would’ve worked, but she wasn’t about to complain.
“Josiah.” The word escaped somewhere between a cry of pleasure and a wheeze.
He laughed as he caught the back of her head and brought her mouth to his. Kissing her. Both of them gasping for air between tongue-tangling demands. As if they couldn’t get enough of each other.
It took a long time for their breathing to return to normal, the fire between them having heated the room to perfection.
Lisa peeled back just far enough to stare into his eyes. Her fingers caressed the back of his head as she stroked his hair. “Not bad considering you weren’t wearing a kilt.”
Josiah’s face lit up. “It’s good to have something to look forward to.”
Oh, she had plenty to look forward to. They were just beginning—
She had no idea what they were beginning. She had no idea what the next days or weeks were going to bring.
He caught her against him, pressing her head against his chest as he stroked her back.
Thank God, because her face would’ve given her away. He was inside her, joined as intimately as two people could be. It seemed so right. It seemed like exactly where she was supposed to be.
Lisa put aside the worries about what was coming tomorrow and concentrated on the present.
“You are a screamer,” Josiah teased softly.
“Only when necessary,” she assured him. Lisa tilted her head back to watch his expression as she ran a hand over his stubble-roughened cheek. “Although we might have to test that theory a few more times tonight.”
“A scientific experiment. I like that idea.” He nodded firmly.
Then he brought them apart just for long enough to clean up before dimming the lights and curling his arms around her. It was too early to go to bed, but this was the perfect place to be.
“Get some sleep,” he ordered. “You’re going to need it.”
