“Please,” she begged, not sure what she was begging for, but he gave her what she needed.
More, just more.
And then her orgasm rolled over her, catching her off guard and pushing her under a wave bigger than she expected, one that tumbled and rolled and pummelled. And through the chaos, she heard him groan her name, and go still.
When she caught her breath, his head was bowed, his hands were clamped against her body, and he held himself deep in her belly.
Neither of them moved.
She held her breath and felt his cock throb.
“Monica,” he whispered.
She turned her head and kissed his sweaty cheek. Oh God.
What did they just do?
27
Chapter Twenty-seven
Josh left his office first,just long enough to make sure the door was locked, and the blind drawn. Then he gave Monica the all clear, and she raced upstairs buck naked, clothes bundled in her arms.
He found her in the shower.
She gave him a small smile as she made room for him. “That was hot,” she whispered.
His heart hammered in his chest. “You don’t regret it?”
She let out a weak laugh. “No. I mean, I question whether or not it was smart. But no regret. We both needed that.”
He pulled her against his chest and exhaled hard. “I got big, greasy handprints all over you.”
This time, her laugh was more delighted. “That was definitely the highlight for me.” She blinked up at him, water drops clinging to her eyelashes. “I always did have a thing for you in the garage. Watching you change tires was…inspirational.”
He snorted. “Well, I’m about to run non-stop tire changes for the next two weeks.”
They both fell silent.
She wouldn’t be here for that.
He grabbed his soap and scrubbed up. Rinsed off. And got out, letting her have the shower to herself.
* * *
“You really do clean up nice.”
Josh had dressed and disappeared downstairs again before Monica got out of the shower.
She found him putting his office back to rights, from where he’d thrown everything off his desk so they could…
He glanced up, and the flare of heat in his gaze almost melted her.
Yeah.
So they could doexactlywhat both of them were thinking about right now.
She forced herself to think about his nice clothes. How good he looked with clothes on, instead of how much she’d enjoyed his hardworking hands all over her naked body.
