Page 71 of Definitely (Maybe) Dating
There was some grumbling and a whole lot of chuckles, but finally cards were tossed on the table and everyone stood.
“Lemonade, huh?” Owen asked as he walked through the door. “I’m going to have to add it to my repertoire.”
As the guys passed, Josh turned his body, shielding her from what had to be the most embarrassing moment of her life.
Josh closed the door and walked her backward until she was pressed against the wall. He stroked a lock of hair behind her ear, his thumb tracing down her cheek. He watched the motion as he brushed her lower lip. “Now, where were we?”
“I was about to thank you.”
“That was one hell of a thank you.”
Her belly fluttered. “Your mom called. The showcase is a go.”
“That’s great.” His smile was genuine and warm.
“You’re great,” she whispered, a little embarrassed when her voice caught. Because he was amazing and honest and a man of his word. He was all those things and so much more. And right now, he was hers.
Wrapping one arm around his neck and placing a palm on his chest, she kissed him again. This time it was a gentle exchange of gratitude that lasted from one kiss to the next, blending into so many she lost track. And when her heart finally rolled over and exposed its soft underbelly, Josh kicked up the heat and took over. Which worked for her.
She’d gotten herself this far, always being the one in control, the one making everything happen. It was nice to let someone else be in the driver’s seat.
He cradled her lower lips between his, nibbling and teasing before sliding his tongue across the seam. She opened immediately on a throaty groan.
He rested his hand low on her back, cradling her to him. Of course, she willingly fell into his arms and into an unspoken promise.
His fingers cradled her head, holding her to him as his mouth moved down her throat to the vulnerable spot at the base of her neck. He kissed his way to her shoulder, working the strap of her tank down with his teeth.
“I’m starting to love straps,” he said, his lips brushing her other shoulder, and when that strap slipped, he smiled against her skin. “No bra?”
“I didn’t bother to change. I hope you don’t mind,” she said. “Oh, and I like a matching set.”
He was teasing his tongue down to her cleavage when he stopped and looked up at her. “Matching set, huh?” His hands were on the move, down her back to inspect for himself that she was, indeed, commando beneath those pajama bottoms. “This changes things.”
“What things?”
“We’re not going to make it to the bedroom.”
With his arms around her waist, he bent down, and when she straightened, he was holding her. She laughed as she wrapped her legs around him, loosely locking her ankles at his lower back. “Your couch looks comfy.”
“Too far.” She had a few other suggestions on possible locations—against the door, pressed into the wall, perhaps the big, overstuffed chair facing the fireplace—but before she could tell him, he moved.
It happened so fast she barely saw it coming. One moment she was in his arms, the next she was sitting on the entry table, Josh standing between her legs.
“That urgent?” she asked, and he pressed all the way into her. “I see.”
“Oh, in about five seconds you’re going to see. And in about five minutes you’re going to be screaming my name.”
“Tick tock, Mr. Assistant District Attorney. Tick toc—”
His mouth crashed down on hers, urgent and hungry—and with a whole lot of challenge. She’d thrown out the gauntlet, and he was going to deliver. The mere thought made her quiver.
He scooted her so that she was arched off the table, and then without warning, he dropped to his knees. He kissed her belly, her ribs, lifting her shirt as he went before reaching the undersides of her breasts. He peeled her shirt up and over her head, and this time he pressed opened-mouth kisses down her body until,bingo,he reached her second favorite kissing spot ever.
Pulling her deep into his mouth, scraping the tip of her nipple with his teeth, he gently blew on her heated skin. She shivered, so he did it again and again and again until she was halfway toward that orgasm he’d promised.
“My word,” she moaned.
“Josh,” he corrected, and all she could do was nod.
