Page 83 of Dove
I nodded, the heat radiating off him clouding my thoughts.
“What do you want?”
I opened my mouth. Closed it. I’d fooled around before, obviously, but never like this. Never had to ask for anything soexplicitly.
“If you can’t ask for it,” Josh’s voice dropped, low and mocking, “then you don’t get it.”
“I want you to touch me,” I said before I could stop myself.
“Iwastouching you.”
“I want you to touch me…” I bit my lip, heart pounding. “Lower.”
Both our gazes dropped to where my shorts hung open, a sliver of my underwear just barely visible.
“If you can’t say it…” He trailed off, his earlier words hanging in the air between us.Then you don’t get it.
I buried my face in the crook of my arm, using it as a shield to hide. This was both embarrassing and disturbingly arousing at the same time. Having Josh this close to me, hearing his voice husky with lustI caused…it was almost too much.
Telling him what to do?
I wasn’t sure I could.
His voice came in my ear, a caress of words and hot breath that incited a shiver to wrack through me.
“Let me make you feel good,” he implored, his voice a rumbling whisper. “Trust me to take care of you, make you feel good. I promise I’ll get you there.”
I’d been impatient, hasty—grabbing at him to touch me. Apparently, Josh had other plans.
I nodded, a thrill shooting through me at his “promise.” His deep groan vibrated against my ear.
“Good girl.”
I’dneverheard Josh sound like that before, and I nearly melted into a puddle at his feet. The only thing keeping me upright on shaky legs was Josh and his steady grip. He shifted, encasing both my wrists in one hand, while his other resumed its perusal of my body—this time straying farther from where I’d guided him.
I whimpered as he thumbed the fluttering pulse at my wrist before gliding down my forearm, ghosting over the sensitive skin of my inner arm. He mercifully skipped my armpit, knowing how ticklish I was, trailing his fingers over the swell of my breast instead.
With each agonizing touch, my breathing shallowed. He was touching me withouttrulytouching me, and he had to know how agonizing it was, but I’d stupidly agreed to be patient. Yet that patience all but flew out the window when he circled my nipple, coaxing it into hardness and releasing a desperate whine as I arched into his touch.
“You make the sweetest sounds,” Josh remarked, his voice nearly unrecognizable—husky and dripping with desire. He pinched my taut skin, and I gasped. “I wonder what other sounds I can get you to make for me.”
He circled my throbbing nipple one last time before moving on. He huffed a laugh against my neck at my disappointed sound. I wanted nothing more than to stop him, to slip from his grasp and tug my shirt free so he could put his mouth to workinstead of just his hand. I’d never considered my chest sensitive before, but my breastsached,and I wanted his mouth on them—for Josh to suck and nip instead of just tease.
His warm, calloused hand brushed past my belly button, and I sucked in a breath as his thumb dipped inside for a moment, the fabric riding up just enough to allow it. It seemed Josh was committed to exploring every inch of me, except the place I wanted him most.
When he finally,finallyreached the top of my shorts, I could have wept. My clit was throbbing, and I was so uncomfortably wet for him it was embarrassing. Josh was an inch away from slipping his hand inside to feel for himself. Then there would be no doubt how much I wanted him.
I shifted my hips just to nudge his hand, a silent plea hidden in the movement.
But he remained determined to go at his own pace, trailing his fingers back and forth above the waistband of my shorts, coaxing butterflies to come alive inside my stomach.
“Please,” I begged, unbale to take his teasing any longer. “Please, Josh.”
“There’s no going back after this, Dove,” Josh murmured, his voice heavy and serious as he drew back, ensuring out gazes met. “Are you sure?—”
I couldn’t take it anymore. With a sudden, desperate movement, I shoved myself forward, my arms straining against his grip to capture his mouth in a searing kiss.
Kissing him was both everything and nothing like I’d imagined. His lips were soft yet commanding, and a moan escaped as he pressed me back against the barn, kissing me harder, deeper. His woodsy, masculine scent enveloped me, and the moment felt like coming home—like finding something I never knew I needed.
