Page 69 of The Cowgirl's Chosen Love
Lisa twisted toward him, eyes widening as they danced over his body. He stepped under the water and pulled her against him.
Her soft skin was a present that helped chase away his fears.
She pressed a kiss to his chest, fingers playing in the light dusting of hair there. “Hello, gorgeous.”
A rush of pleasure struck. “That’s my line.”
“We can have a mutual admiration society. Founding members.” She leaned back, stroking her fingers over his waistline and toward his hip. Admiration on her face, and something more.
Heat.
She glanced up and her tongue snuck over her lips.
“You’re killing me,” he warned her. “Thisis killing me.”
“I want to touch you everywhere. I want to kiss you everywhere.” She slid her fingers toward his groin and wrapped strong fingers around his erection. “Everywhere.”
The windows were not fogging up because of the hot water.
Josiah closed his eyes as she stroked softly, with barely enough pressure. He reached down and wrapped his fingers over hers, increasing the tightness of their joint grip until it was right. Until each stroke of their hands was like a row of thumbtacks being applied along his spine. Pleasure and pain wrapped up and forced upon him until far too soon, he lost control.
Semen spurted over their hands. He eased his grip and slowed their motion. Lisa followed his guidance. Touching him. Rolling her hands over his body until the shaking stopped. Until he wasn’t sure what force was holding him vertical, because neither his leg muscles nor his brain seemed to be functioning.
Lisa draped her arms around his neck, and he leaned back on the tiled wall behind him, adjusting the showerhead to pour over them while they stood together. Perfectly naked.
She stroked his cheek. “I liked that.”
He hummed happily. “Obviously, I did too.”
His attempt to lighten the situation failed as Lisa examined him closely. “Something on your mind?”
Josiah took a deep breath and considered his revelation that in this moment it was important—vitally important—to be honest. “I don’t do this. Not with anyone.”
Lisa tilted her head, considering. “Have sleepovers? Have showers together?”
“Get naked,” he admitted.
Her brows went up.
“Don’t give me that look. Yes, I have sex. I make women feel good, but I usually do it with as many clothes on as possible or in the dark. I’m not always comfortable stripping down.”
Lisa opened her mouth then gave a very firm nod. “Gotcha. That’s why…” She glanced down for a moment and back at his face, a little curiosity but mostly caring in her expression. “You’re naked right now. Which, I have to say, makes me very happy.”
“Making you happy is why I’m here. It’s why I’m doing it, even though I’m uncomfortable.” He caught her fingers in his hand and nibbled on her knuckles, finally letting his amusement show through. “I refuse to be stupid again and miss this opportunity, and figured you’d probably notice if I walked in with all my clothes on.”
“I might’ve,” Lisa agreed, lips curled upward.
She stroked the back of his neck with her free hand, almost as if she were petting him. Whether she was waiting for him to say something more or she was thinking about what to say herself, it didn’t feel uncomfortable.
It felt like an inhale. A moment to get ready to do the next thing.
Which made it easier for him to continue. “Growing up, I was a pretty pudgy kid. That affected a lot of my early years, what with being on the stage so much. Or more likenoton the stage. I always got the understudy roles. Or the sidekick, not the star.”
Lisa made a face. “The best friend inAnne of Green Gables?”
He snorted. “Guys playing girls is traditional in theater. That part wasn’t what hurt, but the fact far too many people pointed out how perfect I was for the role since I was on the ‘dumpling’ side of the scale. My family weren’t mean about it, but between my weak acting talents—and yes, my skills truly are three or four levels below the rest of them—and being heavy, I was always less than acceptable. Never quite what they were looking for.”
She watched him closely, her words a gentle tease. “Well, five hundred points to Gryffindor, because you grew up rather spectacularly.”
