Page 62 of Play of Love
I should say no, but it would be a lie, and it would be against what I wanted.
“Yes.” That was it. That was my raw need for him talking and there was no coming back.
His lips fused to mine again, ravaging me with kisses I felt all over my body. Electricity sparked off me in droves as he kissed his way down my neck and squeezed my breasts. No one had ever touched me like this before. The men I’d been with wouldn’t know how.
“Let me see you, baby,” he said against the hollow in my neck , his warm breath caressing my skin and scattering my nerves.
His blue-green eyes met mine with a lustful, hungry look, then returned to my breasts.
“Yes,” I barely managed the reply. On my word, he slid the straps of my top down, revealing my bra. He moved my back into the sofa so I was resting against its padded back, then with one quick snap he undid the butterfly clasp holding my bra together and eased the lacy cup aside.
I watched his desire for me intensify as my breasts spilled out.
“God, baby, you’re beautiful,” he breathed, sexual heat heavy in his voice.
I went to answer but found myself unable to as his lips smoothed over my left nipple with tantalizing possessiveness. My breast surged at the intimacy of his touch as he drew me into his mouth. A groan of satisfaction slipped from my lips, begging him to continue, and continue he did to my other breast.
The gentle massage of his tongue sent currents of desire through me, making me want more. His hands moved down the length of my back, over my skirt, and crept back up my thighs. Instinctively my body arched into him and moved back as he released me, allowing him to follow me as I lay down.
Our lips met again and my skin burned at his touched. His untamed touch that awakened the woman in me, igniting something I didn’t know existed.
“Beautiful Amy,” he whispered into my ear as he hooked his finger into the lace of my panties and tugged on the edge to slide them down.
My stomach clenched as his body crowded mine and he was so close I could feel the hard bulge of his arousal. I gasped for air as he ran his hands across the already heated skin of my stomach and tried to remove my clothes.
But just then the house phone started ringing. At first I thought I imagined it, but as it sounded I realized it was real. It chimed into the haze of our passion, bringing me out of my lust-filled, intoxicated mind.
Josh stopped in his tracks and looked over to the phone on the side table. A solemn expression filled his face as he gazed ahead and turned pale as the answering machine clicked on and the voice of his father came on.
“Hey son.” His voice sounded frail. I didn’t know him but I recognized a pained voice when I heard it. “Just seeing how you are. It would be nice to see you. I just want to see you. Call me if you want to talk.”
Josh moved off me. Desire still pounded through my veins but I was hoping he’d go over to the phone. He didn’t. He just sat there staring ahead and allowed the phone to switch off.
I fixed myself, putting my bra back together and adjusting my top back to how it was.
“Josh.”
His eyes darkened with emotion as he looked at me. I slid over to him and rested my hands on the wide muscles of his shoulder.
“I’m sorry, baby. I’m sorry. My dad, um…” He looked away, unable to finish.
“It’s okay.”
“No, it’s not. You have no idea how badly I want you.” His eyes locked on mine and I felt like he was staring right through all the barriers of protection I’d placed around my heart.
I couldn’t help the emotion that swirled through me as I said, “I want you too. But we should take things slowly.”
We needed to, because I felt like my head was going to explode, and I had a lot of things to get around my poor head before I even contemplated venturing down this road with him.
“You’re not sure about me.” Hurt added to the pain in his eyes.
“It’s not that.” It definitely wasn’t that. There wasn’t a question in my mind as to how sure I was about him, and that was the worrying part. It was like my heart could skip over everything I needed to consider and jump to the part where I wanted to give into that carnal desire I had for him.
“Then what is it?”
“It’s new.” That was the best explanation I could come up with, and it was the truth. Being with him was new to me. Not only had I never been with a man with such a strong personality like him, but he was a star athlete who everyone knew. Men wanted to be him and women came in multitudes to fall at his feet, begging him to take them. There was a reason why all those magazines wanted him.
He continued to gaze at me, looking at me like he didn’t understand.
