Page 45 of An Inconvenient Plan
Her heart ached for him. She knew he’d been in combat, but she hadn’t known how deeply it had scarred him. “Yes, I understand. Do you have to explain that to every woman you take to bed?”
He shifted to meet her eyes. “No. I take control and that’s it, but you’re different. I sense you might be more aggressive.”
She shook her head. “I’m not aggressive.”
“Yeah, well, I might bring that out in you.” He kissed her then, not roughly, a steady pressure, a coaxing as his lips slanted over hers, his body slowly pressing against her. She melted against him, relief at finally having him on board making her fully relax. His tongue thrust inside, igniting her, and the kiss turned wild. Her heart raced, blood rushing through her veins, desire soaking her. She’d never been so turned on in her life—his hard body pinned her against the door, his hands held hers captive, and his mouth devoured her.
He lowered her hands to her sides and then placed her hands on his waist. She held on, remembering his request for no sudden moves. His mouth shifted, kissing along her neck, nipping and soothing with his tongue. She tilted her head, giving him better access; alternating electric tingles and sharp sparks of pleasure coursed through her. His hands slid up her legs, grabbing the hem of her dress and hiking it up to her waist. Next thing she knew, he’d lifted her, fitting between her legs, grinding against her as he kissed her, one hand gripping her hair, the other banded behind her back. She moaned into his mouth, gripping his shoulders, throbbing and hot.Yes, yes, yes.She’d needed this for so long.
He broke the kiss suddenly, eyes hot on hers as his fingers slipped between them to slide under her thong and stroke her. Her hips jerked at his firm touch.
“Shh, relax,” he whispered, stroking her over and over.
She bucked wildly, and he pinned her still, one large hand on her hip, the other touching her intimately, his heated gaze locked on hers. She panted, the pressure building within her, powerful surges of pleasure rippling through her. She tried to hold back, wanting him with her. “Josh!”
“Don’t fight it,” he growled.
His teeth sank into her neck, and she exploded, pleasure radiating outward from her core all the way to her toes. She felt electric everywhere—her skin, her breasts, her sex. She collapsed against him, and then he was carrying her to his bed, pulling back the covers, and gently setting her down. She blinked lazily, suddenly realizing she was still dressed.
She sat up and worked her dress over her head, setting it on the nightstand.
Suddenly Josh was there, naked, kneeling next to her on the bed. She smiled goofily, feeling half-drunk. “Hello, you.”
He undid her bra and slid it off her. “Hello,” he returned warmly. His hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs stroking her nipples to peaks.
“I came so hard,” she said breathlessly.
He groaned and grabbed her by the hips, yanking her down the mattress. He slid her thong down and off and then spread her legs wide. Then he covered her with his body, his hands on either side of her head, his erection teasing her, sliding up and down.
She slid her fingers through his hair from his temple to the back of his neck in a slow easy touch, his hair thick and soft. “Do you have protection?”
“You didn’t see me put it on?”
“I was distracted by my dress. It’s tough to get off with that stretchy material.”
He bit her lower lip. “That dress has been tempting me all night, you witch.”
She smiled, her hands sliding to his shoulders and down the muscular lines of his back. “That was my plan.”
“Now we’re onto my plan.”
His lips met hers as he took her in one swift thrust. Her body tightened around him, still amped from before. He thrust deep, hard, fast, and her inner muscles clenched and unclenched around him. Pressure and ache and a building tension consumed her. Josh consumed her. His breath was harsh in her ear, his powerful body pounding into her, his masculine scent, his taste, all of him dominated her senses. She arched up to meet him and gasped, the pleasure intensifying. Chanting his name, her body bowed off the bed as another hard climax hit. He kept going, rocking her, and then he let go, shuddering against her, his body heavy on hers.
He held himself up over her a few moments later, held her by the jaw, and kissed her soundly. “How’s that for dessert?”
She laughed. “Best dessert I ever had.”
“Yeah?” He nuzzled into her neck before rolling to his back next to her. “I’m keeping you in my bed tonight.”
“I’d be pissed if you kicked me out.” She stared at the ceiling, floating in a happy bubble. She’d just had sex with Josh Campbell, her former nemesis. The man who fought with her, pushed all of her buttons to extreme angst levels, and now it had all changed. She felt closer to him than she’d ever thought possible. She wished she could freeze time and they’d always be just like this, relaxed and content, at peace. A small niggling of worry set in. What now? Would they stand a chance as a couple after all their fighting? Could they keep the peace long-term? And what about the fact that his dad didn’t want Josh to be with her?
She didn’t want to ruin the moment, so she kept her worries to herself and sat up. “I’m going to the bathroom and then I’ll get Rose.”
“Please tell me she doesn’t sleep in your bed.”
She turned to look at him and then she couldn’t help but touch, her fingers roaming over his magnificent chest. She hadn’t gotten the full effect before. His skin was darker than hers by a few shades, defined pecs and abs, a smattering of dark chest hair. Her gaze dropped lower. He was thick, still hard, his legs muscled like an athlete. Beautiful masculine perfection. “No scars?”
He bent his knee, showing her the back of his upper thigh. “Stab wound. My back has a few too, burn, bullet, knife slice. The few times the unexpected came up on me from behind. I learned fast.”
