Page 72 of Definitely (Maybe) Dating
Josh indeed. Working his magic until she was panting and desperate for release. Her stomach trembled with anticipation, and she couldn’t look away as his hands traveled south, easing their way into her pajama bottoms on a direct course with pleasure central.
He took her mouth again as one finger disappeared inside her, and it did something to her, The hunger, the intensity morphed into something—a desperation for his touch, a deep need that only he could fill.
She ground against his hand, then placing hers over his to tilt it upward and angling so that when she came down it created a sweet, sweet friction. The pressure built, her need soared, and she held onto his hand, creating an erotic bond. She gasped, finding it impossible to breathe as his talented fingers did a swirling action.
“Oh my!”
He looked up at her and smiled. “Closer, but not quite right. Maybe if I did something a little more like—”
Her body shook, her head falling back as he added a second finger into the mix. Not caring about the stupid challenge, she pushed her hips forward until his fingers disappeared all the way, pressing on the little bundle of nerves. “Right there.”
“Right there, who?” he mused but got down to business. He had her so wound up, her vision started to blur, but he didn’t pull back. Not when she squirmed on the table or pressed up to get the right amount of pressure.
The man was all practiced grace and deliberate finesse as he led her closer and closer toward the most sensual experience of her life. Unable to wait, she slid her hand lower, linking fingers and moving them in and out in a rhythm that her so tight she was going to snap.
“Damn!” he said in awe, watching their hands.
“Piper,” she corrected.
That’s when he picked up the pace, and she knew his name was right there, just out of reach. All he had to do was move a little to the left and up—she shifted her hips—and yeah, right there, right there where—
“You got it, Boots. Let go,” he whispered.
She tried, she really did, but to let go meant to give up control, and that led to a vulnerable state that she hadn’t touched in years.
“What if I fall and nobody’s there to catch me?” she asked, tears stinging the corners of her eyes.
He threaded his free hand into her hair and looked her dead in the eye. “Do you trust me?”
She trusted him unlike anyone in her life. She nodded.
“Then trust me when I say I’ll be there. Every time.”
Full blown tears choked her throat at his sweet words. More importantly, he meant them. She could see it in his expression, the intense way he held her gaze, the secret smile that was always just between them. And that was all she needed to let go.
She was on the verge of embarrassing herself when the emotions spilled over lashes and down her cheeks. What was wrong with her? She never cried, but now that the flood gates opened she couldn’t stop them.
“I promise, I’ve got you, Piper.”
She didn’t correct him, didn’t tell him to take it back as she fell fully and completely, like an avalanche, over and over, fast and out of control.
“Josh,” she whispered. Then she groaned, his name becoming a mantra, as if she’d be safe if she kept saying it. From the emotions and the blind hope and the inevitable disappointment.
The tears didn’t stop, just kept coming as their bodies moved as one, bonding like some essential molecule.
“Josh,” she said over and over with every tremor that rocked her world. And he didn’t stop. Diligent and deliberate, Josh moved. Slow withdrawal and even slower thrusts, deeper and deeper, until she was riding yet another high before the delicious crash.
Then something miraculous happened. She fell so hard and blindly all she could do was cling to him, her limbs wrapped around him completely, her heart beating with his in perfect synch.
“Josh!” she screamed as she saw the past and present rushing up at her, the future right there. All she had to do was reach but, like before, it was right out of grasp, this elusive thing she’d never managed to touch.
Neither broke eye contact, and the moment rose to meet them and it began. First, it felt like a little stumble, but instead of struggling for footing, she gave herself over.
To Josh, to this insane connection, and to the security and safety that could only come from love.
Love.The word didn’t scare or make her want to run. It made her want to hold on even tighter, stay right there in his arms and memorize what it was like to feel cherished.
She’d loved many times over the past thirty years, but she’d never been on the receiving end. For her, love had always been followed by a ‘but’ never given freely or forever.
