Page 90 of Dove
I wasn’t sure I could survive another one.
I wanted to find out anyway.
All I could do was nod, but that was all it took. One small nod of consent.
A breathy gasp was ripped from my chest as Josh gathered me in my arms, lifting me so I had no choice but to wrap my arms and legs around him. He was huge and sturdy under me, and for once I didn’t worry about my weight or howundaintyI was.
Josh had me.
He strode over to his truck as I clung to him, tucking my face into his neck. The smell of him was muskier here, that decadent smell of his more concentrated. It made me want to stick my tongue out andlick.
And I was allowed. At least right now, in this moment, I was.
So, I did.
Josh stumbled, cursing. I hid my smirk in his neck.
My back hit something hard as warm breath rasped against my ear. “You’re going to look so hot spread out across my truck.”
His hips pinned mine to the grill as he gave a shallow thrust forward. I couldn’t help the moan that escaped, the zing of his touch trailing up, up, up, until I could feel my nipples tighten inside my bra.
With each sucking kiss he planted up my throat, I bit my lip harder to contain the eager, pleading sounds that wanted to fall out. “I want to see what you’d look like sprawled out along the seat, too.”
God, what was he doing to me? I’d never felt like this before—like my skin was stretched too tight, and his touch was too much yetnot enough. The throb in my clit was becoming damn near painful each time he ground himself against the zipper of myshorts, and if he didn’t touch me in the next few seconds, I swear I was going to combust.
“I want youeverywhere,”he confessed into the skin behind my ear, oblivious to what his words were doing to me.“In the truck bed with your legs wrapped around my head as I?—”
A wild, desperate sound escaped me as I attacked his mouth, because I couldn’t take hearing one more filthy word out of his mouth. His languid thrusts turned frantic as I bit at his lips, parting them as I delved deeper, my tongue caressing his fervently.
“Fuck,” he reared back to curse against my damp lips. “Where’d you learn to kiss like that, huh, Dove?” The question rumbled out of him in a possessive growl. I knew better than to answer.
“Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answers to.” I nipped teasingly at his bottom lip.
A yelp escaped me as Josh lifted me easily until my ass was seated on the hood. His truck was just high enough to put him at the perfect height for doing exactly as his fantasy entailed.
Thrown by my how effortlessly and swiftly he’d lifted me, I fell back without protest when his hand nudged at my sternum. The moment my back hit the metal of the truck a niggle of nervousness fluttered in my stomach, cutting through the lust. His hands deftly popped the button of my shorts free, tugging them and my underwear down my legs in one fell swoop. I didn’t even have a chance to feel exposed before he was spreading my legs wide as promised andlicking.
My hands scrambled against the smooth surface until he snatched them up in his strong grip, hands enclosed around my wrists, and guided them to his hair.
“Don’t worry about pulling too hard. I like it,” he came up to say, before diving back down.
Oh, okay, I thought dumbly as my fingers curled into his soft, thick hair obligingly. It was all I could manage to think because my brain was offline since the first swipe of his tongue.
Whatever his hands had done last night wasnothingcompared to his mouth.
God, hismouth. His teasing licks wound me up, and I couldn’t stop gasping, my breathing coming out in sporadic pants. When the point of his tongue finally circled my clit, my legs closed reflexively, clamping around his head as I shook. I tried to stop, afraid I’d suffocate him, but I found I couldn’t. Not when he kept up a steady alternation of flicking and swirling perfectly. My body reacted as if I was merely a marionette, his tongue my master.
He continued to lick me even as he shifted, his hands gliding up my legs to push at them gently.
Shit, maybe Iwassuffocating him.
“Sorry,” the word left me in a gasp, and I attempted to unclamp my shaking legs.
I nearly bit through my lip as he pressed a sucking kiss to my clit before he pulled back to grin at me. “Don’t be sorry.” God, his voice waswrecked,and that smile of his was damn near roguish as he reassured, “I like your legs wrapped around my head. I’d stay down here all day if I could.”
My blush was instantaneous, and I had to look away from his flushed face and glistening, smirking lips. I wasn’t used to hearing such dirty things out of his mouth,especially when they were directed atme.My stomach twisted at how much I liked it—how much I wanted to hearmore.
I shouldn’t want that. I shouldn’t wantanyof this.
