He shuddered, face nuzzling against my temple. “That’s it, baby—say my name.”
My hips moved frantically, his fingers making obscene noises as he withdrew them only to thrust them back in.
“Do you do this to yourself?” he asked, but I was too busy panting into my arm to answer. I gave the slightest nod instead. “Do you think of me when you do it?”
His voice was demanding, punctuated by the rapid twist of his fingers deep within me as he pressed them harder against that spot that had me seeing stars.
“Yes,” I moaned—to his question, to the feeling of his fingers filling me, to all of it.
My hands were released suddenly as he dropped his down to my aching breasts, rolling a peaked nipple between a thumb and forefinger. My arms, heavy and near numb from the position they’d been in for so long, came down around his shoulders. I all but draped myself over him, holding onto his strong shoulders as my hips moved with his fingers.
He adjusted his grip, forcing his fingers deeper as the palm of his hand hit my clit every time I rocked forward. Whimpers fell from my lips as pleasure rippled down my spine every time I moved.
“I know,” Josh purred, his voice so thick it was nearly unrecognizable. He pushed me back, his body crowding me against the wall until all I was surrounded with was the hot heat of him and the rising tension in my core. “Come for me, baby.”
He cupped me, grinding his palm into me a little rougher, the callouses on his hand creating a perfect friction in all the right spots, while his fingers glided in and out of me with ease considering how wet I was, right on the edge of coming.
My arms tightened around his neck, my mouth open and panting against the collar of his shirt until all that pleasure intensified until it finally crested, and I cried out, shaking apart in his arms as it devoured me. I trembled with aftershocks as henursed every last bit of my orgasm until the bright white heat ended, leaving me spent. Only then did he stop.
I winced as his fingers slipped out of me with a wet sound, his fingers glistening in the moonlight as they pulled free from my shorts. He lifted them up to lick them clean, and I had to look away, using the moment to button my shorts because I was too embarrassed to watch him dothat.
Even after everything.
Which reminded me, it washisturn now.
Before he could say or do anything, I was kissing him fervently, licking the taste of myself from his mouth as my hands trailed down his front toward his belt buckle.
There was nothing more I wanted to do than see what noises I could draw fromhim.
“Dove, you don’t?—”
“Josh?”a feminine voice called, barely heard over the rain as it continued its onslaught outside. The heat within me turned to ice at that familiar voice. “Josh, are you in there?”
I reared back, hurt and anger flaring in me so suddenly it was almost painful.
“You invited her here?” I asked incredulously.
“What?” Josh looked just as alarmed as me. “No! Of course not, Dove.”
Well, Stella was here either way. I couldn’t believe I’d forgotten what I’d seen at the bar. That he’d been with her, dancing with her as easily as he’d danced with me.
God, I was sostupid.
“Clearly she’s here forsomething.”
“She cornered me at the bar,” Josh said, looking uncomfortable. “She was hoping we could pick up where we left off.”
“I know,” I snapped. “I saw you together.”
His eyebrows furrowed. “We weren’ttogether, Dove.” Then a thought seemed to dawn on him. “Isthatwhy you broughtTorrence Wellerhome?”
He said the man’s name as if it was shit beneath his shoe. I ignored that last part, crossing my arms. “That’s not what it looked like to me.”
I knew I was being petulant, but fuck. She washere. Meaning she clearly feltsomethingbetween them, enough to follow him home. Perhaps expecting the same treatment Josh had given me just moments ago.
“Nothinghappened, Dove,” he assured me, tone firm. “I realized you left, so I went after you. Clearly, she followed me, looking for something I have no intention of giving her.”
“Josh,” came her whining voice, closer this time. “I’m gettingsoaked! Where are you!?”