Page 84 of Surprised By Love

He opens the door and pulls me to him, embracing me in a hug. The cologne on him invades my senses. The spicy, woodsy scent that now reminds me of him makes me want to forget about dinner and skip to dessert.Where the hell did that come from?I shake my head. I’ve never thought like that before.

He ushers me in. “Hi, is everything alright?” he asks, closing the door behind me.

“Yes, everything is fine,” I reply as I go to remove my coat and he takes a hold of it and slips it off my shoulders. Shit, he must have seen me shaking my head.

“You look beautiful,” he says, slowly taking in my dress.

“Thank you,” I say, feeling the heat creep up my face. “You look pretty good yourself.” I let my eyes trail down his baby blue dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up and grey slacks. Damn, those forearms are an aphrodisiac on their own, so thick and toned.

This man looks amazing in anything he wears, his uniform, jeans, and dress pants. He looks like he’s walked off the cover of a GQ magazine.

He leans in, placing a soft kiss on my lips, and whispers in my ear. “Let’s go eat before we forget there is food waiting for us.” He chuckles and places a hand on my back, leading me into the dining area. Oh God. I think Jessica was right. We’re going to have sex!

Thirty minutes later, we’re sitting on his couch drinking a glass of wine. “Thank you so much. It was delicious,” I say, about the Chicken Tetrazzini he made.

“I’m glad you liked it. It’s one of my favourite things to make.” He grins and places his wineglass down on the table. My nerves suddenly are skyrocketing, which is silly because we’re just sitting here about to watch a movie.

Josh pushes play and pulls me to him, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. This is nice. I love the feeling of his muscular arms around me, holding me close. He grabs a throw from the back of the couch and places it over our legs. “Are you comfy enough?” he asks, pulling me in closer.

“Yes, this is nice,” I respond, resting my head on his shoulder. I inhale another breath of him and savour the scent. God. He smells so good. We’re watching the movie when he turns to me and raises an eyebrow. “What?” I ask, wondering why he’s staring at me like that, but in all honesty, I think I know. I want it too.

“I was wondering if it’d be okay to kiss you right now?” His voice is low and husky.

I want this, but I’m nervous and scared. It’s been so long, I don’t want this to be a one-night stand. I want it to mean something, for it to be with someone who truly cares about me. I know deep down Josh cares, but part of me is still worried. At least it would be with a friend, someone I care for.

I nod. “It would be,” I whisper, and he doesn’t hesitate. His lips are on mine, and I’m instantly lost in his kiss.

Chapter Thirty-One

Sam

OhGod, I love the way Josh kisses me.

He moves his mouth against mine. Softly kissing the corners of my lips and back again. His kiss is delicious. When his mouth opens slightly and touches his tongue to my bottom lip, I part for him. He kisses me deeply, moving slowly, taking his time. Tiny sparks ignite in my chest, spreading to the tips of my fingers, all the way down to my toes.

It takes everything in me not to push him back on the couch and ravage him. He leans in closer. My breasts press gently against his chest. I can feel the tension building in me. My heart is racing and I can’t breathe. I can’t move. The only part of me I can feel right now is the butterflies wreaking havoc in me. I want him, desire him, God… I need him. I haven’t felt like this in such a long time.

With one hand on the back of my head, his fingers entwine my hair, he places his other hand on my thigh. A jolt of electricity shoots through my body as a soft gasp escapes my lips.

“You okay?” He pulls back slightly.

“Uh-huh,” I breathe, my eyes still closed.

“We don’t have to go any further if you don’t want to.”

I open my eyes and look up at him and whisper, “I want to.”

I reach my head up to kiss him again and wrap my arms around his neck. He places his hands on my hips and pulls me closer.

“Dear God,” he says. “You taste so good!”

His lips meet mine again. Our tongues stroke and circle each other. He leans me back on the sofa, his hands slowly gliding up my thigh, under my dress, past my belly. He reaches up to my lacy bra, covering my erect nipples. His fingers softly swirl around them as a low moan escapes my lips. He pinches them gently between his fingers.

“Oh, God,” I say, breathlessly.

“This okay?”

I open my eyes slightly and look at him. “Yes.”

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