Page 97 of Dove
I shivered at the word.Us.
Fuck, it sounded good when she said it.
I’d never understood why people pinched themselves when good things happened to them, maybe because I so rarely had good things happen, but I got it now. Seeing her prowl toward me with that sway to her hips was surreal—like I was stuck inone of my many dreams and needed the reassurance only pain could bring me that I wasn’t asleep.
The look on her face couldn’t be called anything but mischievous, and my own craving for release I’d let wane in favor of focusing on Dove was back full force. The fact all this girl had to do waslookat me and I was hard said plenty.
Her hands curled around the worktable on either side of me, bracketing me in like I’d done to her earlier. This close she was forced to tilt her head back to look at me, despite being on the tall side for a girl. I’d always been self-conscience of my height and how I towered over everyone. I hated how I was sequestered into the back of pictures so I didn’t block anyone, forced to stoop down just to make sure I was fully in the shot. I couldn’t take a simple trip to the grocery store without someone asking me to grab something off the top shelf for them. Not to mention it had taken me awhile to grow into my height, and I’d been gangly and awkward for longer than I cared to admit.
But my height wasn’t a problem when I was around Dove, and she never made me feel like a blundering giant in my youth. I’d gladly sacrifice my back to bend down and give her a thousand kisses, and there wasn’t a shelf in the world I wouldn’t help her reach.
Fuck, she was making me mushy, but those brown eyes held power over me I doubted even she realized. And right now, they screamedkiss me.
Dove hummed, her lips curving into a sly smile under mine as I obeyed their thrall.
“I didn’t even need to ask this time,” she teased, pushing her hips against mine, giving me the perfect amount of friction to press into.
My hands curved around her waist to pull her in closer. “You never have to ask.”
“Oh, I don’t, do I?” She hummed in interest, her hand trailing down my threadbare, stained work shirt until it rested at my navel, just above the waistband of my jeans.
“Not even for this?” Her fingers slipped under, tugging at the denim, her voice a deadly, inquisitive purr.
“Never,” I croaked, nearly choking on air as she unbuttoned my jeans and knelt slowly, tugging my fly down as her knees hit the floor soundlessly. God, what a sight. But…
“Dove, I thought we agreed to go slo?—”
“No,” she argued, inching my jeans down farther, “yousaid slow.”
When I didn’t immediately lift my hips from where they were resting back against the desk, she furrowed her brows, shifting her gaze up at me. My hesitance must have been written all over my face, because she dropped her voice and murmured reassuringly, “I’ve done this before, Josh.”
Not what I want to hear, Dove.I squeezed my eyes tight and let out a punch of breath, fighting against the rush of possessive anger that flooded red hot through my veins at the thought of her on her knees foranyonebesides me. I didn’t have a right to be angry at that. She certainly hadn’t beenmyfirst.
Through hooded eyes I watched Dove. Watched as the pads of her fingers trailed over the trail of hair on my stomach, back and forth, seeking permission. Seeing her in front of me replaced my anger with mind-numbing lust, but it also reminded me that her inexperience wasn’t the only reason I was hesitating.
With a hand on hers, I stilled her teasing fingers.
“Are you sure you want to do this here?” I managed to get out, my dick throbbing as she leaned in closer, close enough that I could feel her breath ghost along the front of my boxers. My dick gave an involuntary twitch at the sensation. “The garage floor isn’t exactly comfy. It’s also not exactlydiscreet.”
I tilted my chin over to the wide-open bay doors, and her eyes flickered to them and back me, as if remembering she’d been the one to raise concerns to begin with.
“We’re bound to make a lot of noise, baby.” I brushed a hand through her hair affectionately before twisting it around my fist. “And I don’t want to have to hold back.”
Her eyes fluttered shut, and she moaned quietly as I tugged just enough to indicate what I meant.
When they opened again, the beautiful brown of her eyes was nearly gone, and her voice was husky. “Maybe we?—”
“Josh?” a deep voice called, way too close for comfort.
“Fuck,” I hissed, frantically unwinding my hand from around Dove’s hair at the same time I tried to help her up. “That’s Mitch.”
“Your jeans!” she whisper-shouted. Our hands fumbled as we both tried to hitch them up from where they were pulled down low on my hips, caught in the in-between of not quite off but definitely noton. Shit, this lookedexactlylike what it was, and it would be awkward as hell to try and say otherwise.
Jesus wept.
“Dove, I got it,” I ordered in a hushed voice as I knocked her hands away lightly from where they were getting in my way. I quickly hiked my jeans up and buttoned them.
Dove ran her hands through her hair, frantically attempting to make it look less disheveled as she took several giant steps back from me.
