Page 60 of Definitely (Maybe) Dating
His hand glided up her ribcage, sneaking around the back side, inches from her breasts. Her breath caught and she smiled, following the same path, skimming but avoiding direct contact.
“You’re playing dirty,” she whispered.
“I was testing a theory.”
Piper did some testing of her own, rubbing over his jeans, then under his jeans until—bingo—he groaned, his eyes rolling all the way back. He was certain he’d pass out from the sensation of her soft hands on his hardness.
Not letting up, she stroked him again, this time cupping him and giving a little squeeze. Then not so little. And just when he thought she couldn’t get any sexier, she wrapped her legs around him, locking her ankles behind his back.
Being a ladies first kind of man, Josh held her still as he kissed his way down her collarbone to her breasts, worshiping one then the other, tugging her into his mouth until her back was arching off the mattress.
Not wanting to rush, he worked her into a frenzy as his hand moved lower, tracing her hip bone and finally until coming up against the waistband of her sexy lace. He teased his way inside, all the way inside, adding a second finger to the mix.
“Josh.” His name was a breathy moan.
“What happened to Mr. Assistant District Attorney?” he asked against her breast.
“Too.” Her hips move with him. “Many.” Pumping against his hand. “Words.” Her legs tightened around him.
Josh upped the pressure and the tempo, loving how her breath caught, the way her lips parted. She was so close, all it would take was a little swirl of the fingers and—
“More!” she cried out, and he gave her more until her body was clinching tighter and tighter. She started to tremble, panting for him to keep going, and then she went off like a firework, exploding around him.
A few moments later, her lashes fluttered open and she smiled a sated smile. Her hand was still down his pants, and as she came to, it slowly started stroking him. He stilled her.
“How about this next theory we try together?”
“Together,” she whispered. “I like together.”
Hell, he loved together.
He started removing her thong at the same time she began tugging at his jeans. They were a big tangle of arms and legs, somehow managing to get him wrapped and sliding home in record time. Both of them sighed in pleasure.
Her heavy-lidded eyes deepened to a dark brown and locked on to his. “I like this theory.”
With a grin, he began to move. Slow and steady, neither looked away until his heart opened up in a way he hadn’t expected, bringing fathomless possibilities to the forefront of his mind.
Her hips moved with his, matching his rhythm, staying in perfect synch as the strokes became deeper and the pace became faster. Lacing their hands, he pressed them into the mattress, taking her mouth as he continued down this pathway, further and further, until looking back was no longer an option.
Right, he decided. Everything about this moment felt right. Right time, right woman.
He was determined to stay with her, right up until the moment she tumbled off the edge. By the way she was clenching, her legs so tight the heels of her boots pressed into his ass, he knew she was as close as he was. So close he could see that finish line, and they were both racing toward it with a raw need that made breathing impossible. He moved faster, and she held tighter, winding up until one more move and they’d both shatter.
“Josh,” she said, a hint of vulnerable hesitation coming through. She was scared, needing reassurance, and that broke his heart.
“I’ve got you,” he promised her. “It’s okay. Let go.”
She did, and it was so sexy he exploded with her. They both continued to move through the orgasm, not letting up until they crossed right through that line and even further. Further than he’d ever gone, until he stopped thinking and all that he did was feel.
And she felt damn near perfect.
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“I don’t seethis working out,” Margo Easton said from the opposite side of the table, placing a dramatic hand to her chest.
“I assure you, we’re perfectly matched,” Piper argued.
