Page 91 of Dove
A dose of reality hit me, turning the lust swirling in my stomach sour, loosening my fingers from their tight hold in his hair.
He made an unhappy noise in the back of his throat.
“Get out of your head, Dove.” He pressed a kiss to my thigh. “I didn’t push you away for you to startthinkin’. I just wanted you comfortable.”
Comfortable?
Before I could ask what he meant by that, he grabbed my legs and hiked them up and over his massive shoulders, shimmying himself closer between them. The position elevated my hips even more this way—thanks to his broad width beneath them—while keeping my back resting along the truck. Like this I was even more spread out and exposed, in perfect reach for Josh and his mouth.
Dark, devious eyes met mine before they cast their gaze down, scrutinizing me under the buzzing fluorescent lights of the garage.
He groaned as if in pain into the crease of my thigh, just a few short inches away from where I throbbed and ached for him.
“You’re so swollen and pink.So perfect.”
The look he threw me was far too innocent than it had any right to be. Not when his arms were circled under my legs, his large hands palming my thighs to help keep them open.
“Tell me.” His blunt fingernails curled into my skin as he all but begged. “Tell me it’s all for me. Tell me I’m the only one who’s made you this wet and aching.”
There was a roughness to his voice, a barely hidden plea beneath the words, as if heneededto hear me say it. He hovered over me, waiting, teasing and tempting me with how close he was. Every ragged exhale blew a cool torment across my hot, wet center.
I’d never done anything like this before, never talked like this to anyone. I’d neverwantedto. As much as I knew this was wrong, that I should slide my legs off Josh’s shoulders and walk away, it didn’tfeelwrong, and I knew I wasn’t going anywhere.I couldn’t.I wanted to ease his fears—to let him know I wanted this as much as he did.
Because it was true. Every sigh, every moan, every shiver. It was all his. It hadalwaysbeen his.
“It’s for you.” My voice was shaky and hoarse, like I hadn’t used it in months. I sounded nothing like myself, but Josh didn’t seem to mind. If anything, his eyes grew even darker, the warm brown irises I’d come to love nearly eclipsed by his black pupils.
God, something was seriously wrong with me, because seeing him react like that, knowingIwas the reason, turned me on. Seeing him like that made the words slip easily past my lips. “It’s always been for you.”
His back shuddered beneath my legs, and he squeezed his eyes tight as if the words were too much to handle.
“Good girl,” he praised, lips brushing a kiss to the soft skin of my inner thigh. My stomach flipped at the clear approval, at the purewantlaced into those two words.
My back bowed and my head flew back against the hood with a thud as he thrust two fingers into me without warning. It was easy to ignore the dull bloom of pain across my skull when his tongue followed a second later and comprehension beyond anything but what he was doing to me right now was lost. My eyes nearly rolled into the back of my skull as his tongue delved between his curling fingers,tasting me, as he assaulted that spot he’d so easily found last night. I couldn’t stop the half-moaned shout that flew past my red, bitten lips.
None of the guys I’d been with before had ever seemed to know where the hell my G-spot was. I had started to think it was a myth.
“Has anyone done this to you before, Dove?” he asked between swipes of his tongue, voice muffled.
How did he expect me to carry on a conversation when his fingers were rubbing me so deep, hitting me just the right way, and I was a few more flicks of his tongue away from coming?
“I’ve had… fingers before,” I managed to gasp out, unable to do anything but answer honestly. I didn’t have the brain capacity for anything beyond that, not when the pressure simmering low in my belly began to spread. My hands tightened in his hair, fingernails scraping against his scalp, keeping him rightthereas I chased my release.
I nearly sobbed when he pulled back, my hands tugging at his dark locks in agitation.
“But never someone’s mouth?”
“Josh,” I whined out as the orgasm I’d beenso closeto having left me.
Dammit, I wanted tocome. It may not have been long since my last one, just last night thanks to him, but before that it had been… far too long. Embarrassingly long.
I hadn’t wanted to be with anybody, and I didn’t have the time, not with how busy I’d been around the farm. Most nights I was out by the time my head hit the pillow, only to wake up and do it all over again the next morning. That didn’t leave much time for anything remotelystress relieving.
He nipped at my thigh just sharp enough to cause me to yelp, glaring down at him.
“Have you ever had someone’s mouth?” he repeated, demanding my answer, his voice a little firmer, but no less sexy.
I flushed, but refused to be embarrassed, lifting my chin and answering with a steady, “No.”
