Page 100 of Dove
What the heck was taking them so long? Did the combine combust into flames, or had they lost track of time catching up?
Either way, it didn’t help sitting here waiting for him, thinking of every way I could initiate just exactly what I was thinking of doing. Of every possible way it could go wrong. I’d done it before, but never to anyone I truly cared for. Never to someone as important to me as Josh.
I took another sip of my beer, holding in my grimace at the taste.
You couldn’t really fuck up a blowjob, though, right?
I rolled my shoulders as still no headlights appeared down our long driveway. Maybe it was time to call it a night. I smelled like a mixture of sweat and hay, and I had dirt caught under my fingernails from weeding the flowerbed. I needed a long, hot shower.
Finishing off the last swallow of beer, I rose from the swing and made my way into the house to do just that. As my hand curled around the knob, ready to push the front door open and head inside, gravel crunched in the distance as someone pulled into our driveway. A quick glance over my shoulder revealed the glimpse of headlights as they cut through the growing darkness, and my beer-filled stomach did a massive somersault.
Josh was finally home.
The various plans I’d spent the day agonizing over left my head as the flutter grew in my stomach, the truck slowing to a stop a few yards from the porch. My heartrate skipped within my chest as Josh hopped out, murmuring a low goodbye. I returned Mitch’s wave loosely as Josh made his way over in the dusk, the porch light kissing his face into view. He looked tired, but happy, a smile curving his face as he noticed I’d waited up for him.
His voice carried over the sound of Mitch driving back down the gravel lane.
“Sorry I’m so late,” he apologized, climbing the porch steps, each one bringing him closer to me.
My heart was beating erratically within my ribcage, like a bird struggling to get free, but I shrugged casually as if his presence hadn’t affected me at all. “I figured you got busy helping Mitch. I was just about to head in.”
Play it cool, Dove. Play it cool.
Don’t tell him how every thought you had today was consumed by him since he got in that truck and drove off. How you wished he’d never agreed to help, because every minute ticked by torturously long without him. Don’t tell him how all you could do while waiting was remember his touch, and how badly you wished for your chance to touch him in return.
The words were right there, settled on the tip of my tongue, but I kept them in. They were too much, too soon. Guys got scared off by that kind of thing, and scaring off Josh was the last thing I wanted to do.
His brows furrowed as if he sensed my inner struggle, eyes meeting mine before dropping down to zero in on the empty beer held loosely in my hand.
“You drinkin’ lager now?” The way he asked implied he already knew the answer. Because he did. He knew how much I hated the stuff; that’s why he ordered something sweet at the bar for me last night.
My fingers tightened around the neck of the bottle. “It’s all we have.”
He stalked closer from where he’d been standing at the top of the steps. One, two, three strides and he was in front of me, once again forcing me to look up to meet his gaze.
“Needed some liquid courage?” His voice dropped, and my shiver had nothing to do with the cooler summer night we were experiencing.
I licked my lips, and his eyes tracked the movement.
“Thirsty,” I replied, throat dry despite the beer I’d just finished. “That’s all.”
“That’s all?” he murmured, leaning in closer.
God, how I wanted him to kiss me. How I wanted to kisshim, lean up on my tip toes and press our lips together. But I knew if we did, we wouldn’t stop.Iwouldn’t stop, not after imagining it all day.
I held back, my eyes scanning over his shoulder to make sure Mitch was out of sight.
“He’s long gone, Dove. It’s just you and me.” He bent down to brush his nose along my neck, placing the brush of a kiss along my fluttering pulse point. “I hear we got lots to talk about.”
“Lots?” I questioned, voice quivering nearly as much as my body was. Something about Josh this close made me ache, as if he was a drug I was craving a fix of. Even though I’d barely had a taste, I was addicted.
His lips twitched, stretching into a smile he pressed into the side of my neck. “I hope so.”
When his tongue came out to taste the patch of skin just behind my ear, my legs nearly buckled. When he bit down, I gasped.
“Josh.” My hand to his chest stopped him from going further as I pushed him back gently. “I’ve been outside all day. I stink. I need a shower.”
There’s was nothing sexy about how I lookedorsmelled right now. Which I should have thought about beforehand, but I’d been too swept up in waiting for Josh like some lovesick puppy, ready to pounce the moment he got home. Now that he was in front of me, I realize my one-track mind had left a few holes in the plan I’d spent all day devising.
