Page 97 of Surprised By Love

His hands cup my face as his mouth devours mine, our tongues battling for control, and my heart races. It’s too damn hot in here with us still in our coats.

I unzip his bomber jacket. He releases my head and shrugs his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.

His gaze doesn’t leave mine as he unbuttons my peacoat and slides it off, tossing it on the floor beside us.

I can see the heat and desire in his eyes, and I know mine reflect the same.

He wraps one hand around the back of my neck and the other around my lower back, pulling me in close. His mouth lowers to mine as he pours himself into the kiss.

I love kissing Josh, but I want more. Need more.

Grabbing at his shirt, I unbutton it slowly. He growls as my hands roam across his taunt bare skin, feeling all the ridges and planes of his gloriously smooth six pack.

He walks me backwards, his lips never leave mine, his tongue setting a fire in me. Josh twists his fingers into my hair and tugs.

I moan into his mouth, wanting more. We don’t stop until I’m pushed up against the wall.

He pulls my sweater over my head and drops it to the floor, taking me in.

Before I can do anything, he grabs my wrists and places them above my head. He crushes his body into mine. The heat from his chest pressed against me makes me ache for him even more.

Holding my wrists with one of his hands, he trails the other down the side of my face, down my neck, and lower. I close my eyes, fling my head back and gasp as his hand cups my lace covered breast.

“Do you know how badly I want you? How hard it’s been, waiting for us to be alone again?” He looks down at my breasts spilling out of my red lace bra and groans. “So damn sexy.” He squeezes my breast, and it cuts a moan off when his mouth crashes back into mine.

Not waiting for an invitation; he breaks through my lips with his tongue, devouring me.

Yes, I know how hard it’s been, but I didn’t get the chance to respond, and I don’t care. The way my nipples harden under his touch and the way I’m fighting for control with our kiss, I’m sure he knows.

Josh moves a knee between my legs, pinning me more in place. I feel the warmth of his mouth as it lowers to my neck, licking and nipping at the skin. My whole body shutters. I want this man and I want him now. “Please,” I beg.

“Not yet,” he responds, his breath hot on my bare flesh. Lowering his head, he places soft kisses across the peaks and valleys of my breasts. He tugs on a hardened nipple, and my body jerks in response. He chuckles and nips at it through the lace.

Damn this man. We’ve only had sex a few times, but he’s ruined me for anyone else. Not that I want anyone else.

Grinding against his leg, I try to relieve some of the pulsing between my thighs. “I need more,” I moan.

He chuckles again, gripping my hips. “Not yet, baby. We have all night.”

I explore his muscular shoulders and trail my fingers down his back. I’m up on my tiptoes, leaning into him, my tongue swiping across the dip in his throat right under his Adam’s apple.

“Fuuuck.” A sound vibrates deep in his throat, and before I can process what’s happening, he tears off my bra and rips my pants and panties down.

He removes his clothing without taking his eyes off me, then lowers to his knees and lifts one of my legs over his shoulder. His finger circles my clit. “Damn, you’re so wet for me.” He takes in a breath. “Good,” he growls. My body shivers at the word and I bite my lip to hold in a moan.

The moment his tongue touches my heated skin, I almost lose it. As if he knows, he says. “Not yet,” he murmurs into my skin. “In fact. Don’t come until I tell you to.”

What? How the hell am I supposed to stop that from happening?

Josh flicks my clit with his tongue, and I gasp. He stops and his eyes meet mine. “Are you going to do as I ask?”

“Yes,” I whimper.

He kisses my inner thigh before continuing. Josh’s mouth is heaven and hell, pleasure and torture at the same time, licking and sucking every part of me.

When he inserts a finger, I dig mine into his hair, pulling and pushing, trying to hold back my impending release. I’m so damn close. His greedy tongue takes what it wants from me, and I’m powerless to it. “Oh, God,” I whimper, trying to hold it together. “Please, Josh.”

He inserts another finger, and his pace quickens, pumping in and out. His tongue dances across my clit. My legs tighten and I don’t think I can hold on much longer.

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