Page 93 of Dove
It was so swollen and red, tempting me. I couldn’t help but lean in and capture it, settling deeper between her splayed thighs, pressing my aching dick into the grill of my truck. She looked so fucking sexy spread across it, just like I knew she would.
“Josh,” she panted. “We?—”
“Need to talk,” I murmured against her lips. “I know.”
My mouth moved on its own accord to nip at her jaw line.
“No. I mean, yes, we do, but—” Her eyes glanced behind me worriedly. “Maybe we should move somewhere less…open.”
“Oh.” I glanced over my shoulders at the sun shining through the wide-open bay doors.
Shit.
I wasn’t too worried about it. We’d have heard anyone coming down the drive, and the garage wasn’t facing the road. But still, it was a risk we shouldn’t have taken. A riskIshouldn’t have taken. Not with her. The last thing I needed was for the whole town to know. Not when this—us—was so new and fresh.
I eased Dove off the hood, kneeling as I helped her back into her underwear and shorts. She wobbled unsteadily, her skin flushing redder with embarrassment when she had to grab my shoulder for balance. I attempted to hide my smirk at the ego boost as I rose, but she saw it anyway, shoving me before buttoning her shorts. I wisely held in my laughter.
“Don’t say a word,” she threatened, adjusting her top and hair, sounding just like the Dove I knew once more. Bossy.
I held my hands up in surrender. “I wasn’t going to say a thing.” I wasn’t, but oh how I wanted to.
She scoffed skeptically with a roll of her eyes, and for a minute, it felt normal between us. Then her focus shifted to my hand, the one that had been inside her, still lightly glistening with her release.
Unable to help myself, I inched the hand to my lips, enjoying the disbelief blooming across her face.
Delicate fingers wrapped around my wrist, stopping me.
“Don’t,” Dove begged, her face pinking once again. She’d always blushed so easily. Especially for me, it seemed.
I’d done it to tease her. Well, mostly. Her taste was still on my tongue, tart and sweet, like the first bite of a ripe apple, and I was addicted now. I felt no shame in licking every last drop of it off my fingers.
But the look on Dove’s face was just that.Shame.
I’ve always played the role of big brother, protecting Dove from anything that could hurt or harm her and making it disappear. But I didn’t want this to go away. I didn’t want to shove what we’d done into the back of our minds and move on.
So instead of pretending as if what we just did never happened, I bent down until I could inhale that damn strawberry shampoo of hers and breathed against the curve of her ear. “I’ve already had a taste, Dove. What’s one more?”
Her body trembled and her breath hitched audibly, but still she pulled away from me, putting distance between us. It hurt, a shot straight to the heart, but I didn’t let it show on my face.
“Don’t, Josh,” she ordered, shaking her head. “Just… don’t. We can’t do this.”
The hope I harbored in my chest died as she turned away, but I was sick of not having what I wanted. I was sick of letting everyone else tell me what I could and couldn’t have.
Dove wanted this. I wanted this.
Why couldn’t we have it?
She gasped in surprise when my hand locked around her wrist to tug her back toward me, bringing her so close our chests brush.
“Stop running, Dove.”
“Running?” She snorted, flashing me a fiery look. “That’s rich, coming from you.”
I ignored her, although she wasn’t wrong. Ihadrun from her. Even if I thought I’d been doing what was best, I’d turned tail and left her. Something I’d never forgive myself for.
“You can’t run from this.” I trailed my hand from her wrist up to the inside of her elbow. My thumb swiped back and forth at the skin there as I murmured, “Let me explain, Dove. Please.”
She sighed, a soft, indulgent sound as if the mere touch of my thumb was pleasing to her. I wondered how long it had been since someone had touched her. I wondered if anyone had ever touched her like this before, like she was precious and treasured.
