Page 83 of The Cowgirl's Chosen Love
Josiah took a deep breath, lifting her just slightly before beginning a hip motion that heated the fire between them to blazing hot. Pleasure teased from her clit outward and when he pressed his thumb, rubbing hard, she broke. Squeezing tight around his cock.
“C’était putain incroyable.” Josiah breathed the words in one long exclamation as his head arched back and he came.
The hammock shook and rocked, and when Lisa’s arms quivered, Josiah pulled her against his chest. His heart was pounding and she was definitely not cold anymore.
“Okay. That was a lovely adventure.” Outside the window, the sky had gone dark, the sun fully set behind the range. “We missed the green flash,” she complained.
Under her ear, his heart raced, and his chest shook with a rumble of amusement. “Trust me, darlin’. There were plenty of flashes, and the earth moved, and all the rest of it for me. If it didn’t happen that way for you, I’ll just have to try harder next time.”
“Trying harder might just kill me,” she admitted.
Still, not a bad way to die.
18
Tamara smirked at Lisa then crooked a finger to motion her forward. “We seem to have had a visit from snow pixies last night.”
Lisa rubbed her eyes and blinked hard, waking herself up enough to figure out what Tamara was talking about. Last night—
Right. In one of a long line of amazing dates over the past weeks, it had been nearly two o’clock in the morning when Josiah had dropped her off after dancing at the local pub, Rough Cut. “Okay.”
She stepped beside her sister, following her pointing finger to the gentle slope leading up to the small cottage across the yard. It had been snowing when they got home, the gently falling flakes trailing off as she’d kissed Josiah on the porch.
It had taken a little while to finish saying good night.
But it seemed after she’d gone in the house to dream happy thoughts, Josiah had taken to the hillside.
He’d stomped the snow down in a series of strange twisting patterns that Lisa recognized from history books. “That’s hysterical. He turned Silver Stone into a second Nazca site.”
Tamara leaned on the counter, looking her over. “Having fun?”
She didn’t have to think about it for long before being able to offer an enthusiastic answer. “So much fun.”
It was true. Not only the dates and the dancing, but the fact Josiah was great at texting when they couldn’t get together, which was often between his work and her helping at the ranch.
But even their message exchanges made something inside her warm and fuzzy.
She scrolled back to reread an exchange from a couple nights earlier simply because it made her smile.
Lisa:If you could go anywhere in the world to watch a sunset, where would you go?
Josiah:Upstairs, and about 5 feet to the north
Lisa:Seriously
Josiah:I am serious. But if you demand more, thenI’d watch the sun set over an ocean. I also like to watch the sun rise over an ocean—I’ve never been to the East Coast.
Lisa:I’d like to watch the sun not set. Summer solstice north of the Arctic Circle
Josiah:Cool
Little tidbits. Sharing slivers of their hopes and dreams. It was good.
It scared her to pieces at times, but mostly it was amazing.
She still didn’t know what she was doing, but as she’d told Tamara, she was having fun despite her confusion.
The first of May arrived. This night was not about time with the delectable Josiah, but a moment to sink deep into happiness with her friends and sisters.
