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“Why not?”
Courage left me as I deflated, thrown by his prying. Couldn’t we just skip the invasive game of twenty questions? Even though Josh was currentlybetween my thighs, admitting this felt toopersonal. It was like cracking myself open and exposing my bloody, beating heart.
The one that beat for him and only him.
I didn’t want to be the only one exposed like that. Not when there was so much uncertainty between us, the past still following behind our every step like a shadow.
“I just—” I swallowed, mouth dry with nerves. “I...”
I didn’t want to tell him that every time a guy attempted to go farther, I shied away because it didn’t feelright.
Because it wasn’thim.
But he guessed anyway. Forever perceptive when it came to me, my Josh.
“Were you waiting for me, little dove?” His voice was a devilish rumble, the smile on his face smug.
He set his fingers moving again, just as perfectly as before, in a methodical rhythm that had me panting in no time—jump-starting my body as easily as a push-button start.
He leaned down to swipe his tongue from where his fingers entered me to my clit, eyes locked to mine as I shook from it. It was too much, I couldn’t take it. The pleasure surged, bright like a burning star just before it burst into a supernova.
I was sure to explode if he kept that up.
“Say it again,” he ordered with a growl. “I want to hear who you were saving this pussy for.”
His fingers moved inside of me with an obvious wet noise that had me blushing. Our chests heaved together with matched heavy breathing, exposing how much this affected us both, and I no longer cared if hetoremy rapidly beating heart from my chest.
It belonged to him anyway—he could have it.
“You,” I admitted on a shaky exhale, unable to stop myself from grinding down on his fingers.
“That's right.” He brought his other hand up to span my stomach as I rode his hand. “Say my name, baby. I want to hear it when you come.”
He teased the tips of his fingers along my slit just to thrust back in, crooking them upwards at the same time he sucked my clit into his mouth, the hand on my stomach pressing down until I my eyelids slammed shut against the onslaught.
Forget about seeing stars, Iwasthe star. A bright, burning light of ecstasy bursting across the sky as pleasure enveloped me and Iunraveled.
All I could do was cry out one word as the world around me shattered.
“Josh!”
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JOSH
Seeing Dove come apart under fingers and tongue was the hottest thing I’d ever witnessed in my life.
A thousand times I imagined this. A thousand times Ihatedmyself for imaging this.
I couldn’t find it in me to condemn myself for wanting this. Not right now. Not with her taste so heady on my tongue, with her pretty cheeks flushed and her beautiful ocean eyes glassy.
She lookeddebauched, and I’d hardly touched her. Barely scratched the surface of what I wanted to do to her. God, I wanted her under me. I wanted her over me, sitting on me andtaking. I’d willingly drown, suffocated by theessenceof her. I wanted her anyway I could have her, and then some.
It was obvious how much I desired her, with the thick line of my throbbing cock evident through my jeans, but I ignored it. I ignored how much I wanted to slide her down onto me and show her what a real man could give her—unlike that asshole from last night.
But I didn’t say or do any of that, even though I wanted to whisper it in her ear, a secretanda promise all in one. Instead, I kept it in, didn’t let it fall from lips that still bore the taste of her,because I could see the panic rising in her eyes. The realization of what we’d just done hitting her as the haze of her orgasm faded.
As I slowly slide my fingers out of her, I kept my focus on her as she squeezed her bright eyes shut and bit on that plump bottom lip.
