Page 103 of Dove
“Let me.” He stole the bottle from my hand before I could argue further. “I want to.”
A girl was only going to protest so much to having her hair washed. Especially since mine was long and on the thicker side, so it was usually a chore to shampoo and condition. It was nice having someone else do it for a change.
Much nicer than I ever could have predicted.
“Just on the ends,” I instructed as he held the product in his palm.
His hands went around me again to brush the conditioner through my ends, his fingers gently untangling any snares or knots from a long day of working outside. It felt nice, more than nice, and I leaned against him, enjoying the new sensation of our bodies pressed together. Everything was wet and warm, and I was hyperaware of everywhere we touched.
I stopped him before he could rinse it off.
“It can stay on for a minute,” I murmured.
While I waited, my gaze roamed. Josh’s face was flush—from the heat or from me, I didn’t know, but I had a guess. He was trying hard to keep our lower halves from touching, but I could feel the brush of his erection against my hip every time he shifted to comb through my hair. I’d held onto my restraint from glancing downward, but it was starting to slip. I wanted much more than a glimpse, though.
Once my hair was rinsed free of conditioner, my hands roamed to his shoulders and pressed, urging him to take a stepback until he was pressed along the tile wall. We were both out of the spray now, the water barely hitting my legs, but that was perfect for what I planned to do.
Our bodies slid together deliciously as I tipped forward to slot our mouths together, relishing in being the one to initiate something for once. Josh’s lips weren’t like the lips of the other men I’d kissed. They weren’t dry, or too rough. They were perfect, and the five o’clock shadow Josh had sported a few days ago was now the beginning of a beard, soft against my skin.
When his tongue licked along the seam of my lips, it coaxed a sigh from my chest, and I melted against him. He explored slowly at first, caressing tentatively. His arms wrapped more firmly around me, squeezing me tighter to him, and he plunged in deeper, like my mouth was an uncharted cave he planned to map out. As he drew back, he nipped at my bottom lip and I gasped, surprised by how much I enjoyed the pinch of pain he soothed away with the swipe of his tongue.
Kissing had never been this good before.
My hand reached behind me, not willing to leave the draw of Josh’s kisses, rifling for his body wash. Something thudded to the shower floor as I blindly searched before I found the right bottle. It was the same body wash he’d been using for years—the same comforting smell I was used to. I loved that he still used it, that no matter what the hands of time had stolen from us, this small piece remained familiar.
When I squeezed a decent-sized dollop into my palm, the body wash joined the other forgotten bottle on the floor before I dove back in for a kiss—this time with soapy hands itching to roam his skin.
My hands started at the top, gliding over strong, wide shoulders, before massaging down to his defined chest. He groaned into my mouth, hands tightening on my hips as I continued to spread the suds across his skin, cleaning whileexploring every muscled dip and valley. Josh hadn’t looked like this when he left, despite years of farm work. It made a girl curious, and I made a mental note to ask him what had helped him craft the perfect V leading me down to the part of Josh I had been daydreaming about for longer than I cared to admit.
As my hands skimmed his abdomen, nails scratching slightly, Josh’s headthunkedback against the shower wall and his hands stopped mine from descending any farther.
“Dove,” he panted, out of breath from just my touch. A part of me was in disbelief that it wasmewho had made him sound that way. “Wait.”
Wait? I hadn’t even done anything yet.
“You don’t?—”
I rose up on my toes, returning the bite he’d given me earlier on his bottom lip to silence him. When he hissed, I soothed the hurt with my tongue, just like he had done to me.
“I want to.” My words bled into a breathy moan against his mouth as he turned my teasing kisses into something deeper, his hands leaving my hips to thread into my hair, tugging me closer until my body was slipping against his, soapy and enticing.“Let me make you feel good.”
It was easy to escape his grip to slide down his body until there was nothing to do but face what I’d been fantasizing about all day. I’d never particularly enjoyed giving blowjobs, if I was being honest. They always left my jaw aching, and guys were a little too handsy, a little too forceful, guiding me in a way that made it great for them, but unpleasant for me.
So the fact my mouth was practically watering at the idea of sucking Josh was odd. But I couldn’t help it. He was just as large and cut here as he was everywhere else, with a slight curve that had me clenching at the emptiness inside me.
Josh’s hand cupped the side of my face, his own soft with awe as if he couldn’t believe I was really here on my knees beforehim. That expression slowly heated as I titled my head until his thumb was brushing my lips, and I flicked my tongue out to lick it, giving him a little preview of what was to come.
Eyes that had been watching me reverently turned dark as smoke. The pressure of his thumb increased until it slid past my lips and into my mouth, where I closed around the calloused digit andsucked.
Josh’s voice was as gravelly as our driveway when he spoke. “I’ve never seen lips more tempting than yours. So full and plump, just asking for a dick between them.”
His thumb was yanked from my mouth with a lewdpopas the hand I’d been lavishing attention buried itself into my hair. Not hard enough to hurt, but powerful enough to tilt my head back so I was looking up at him.
His dick bobbed at the bottom of my vision, just inches from my mouth.
“Only mine from now on, Dove.” The husky words were laced with warning, but not to me—no. His smoldering eyes held promise of pain to anyone that dare try to touch me. Unable to conjure words, I nodded, eyes fluttering as the motion pulled on my scalp from the solid grip he had on my hair. Whatever that feeling was spreading through my body, I wantedmore.
“Say it, baby.” Josh’s other hand caressed my cheek in a soft gesture, a juxtaposition to the other hand holding me tightly in place.
