“Josh.” Her voice held shock.
“I thought you were ready to step into the wild,” he whispered. His big hand cupped her bottom, his fingers callused as he smoothed across the sensitive skin of her buttocks. “You have a mighty fine backside, Ms. Townsend.”
“Thankfully, the reporters and cameramen didn’t get a shot of that. Just my legs.”
“My eyes only,” he growled.
“Caveman much,” she taunted.
“No more than any red-blooded male.”
As he spoke, his hands squeezed. His fingers wandered, drifted. A sharp crack then a sting on her backside had her rearing upward.
“Shhh,” he whispered, rubbing the smarting spot until Ashley relaxed.
He’d smacked her, and she couldn’t decide what to think, how to react because the sting had turned to warmth, and it traveled to an achy spot between her thighs. As she pondered, the silence between them lengthened and astonishingly, sensual excitement licked her limbs.
Another sharp tap had her starting a second time. This time, the pain of it roared through her, an instant later morphing to heat and decadence and dare she say it, pleasure. Who knew? His hand smoothed again. His fingers made teasing forays between her legs. A tiny moan slipped free without permission.
Josh moved then, lifting and dropping her back on the mattress. He levered over her, giving Ashley a brief glimpse of hard muscles before they pressed her down. His mouth claimed hers, hard and desperate. The instant she parted her lips for him, his tongue tangled with hers. Heat. Delicious and inspiring. Ashley gripped his shoulders, intent on making certain he continued this drugging pleasure. She needed it. Craved it. His hands wandered her shoulders, her breasts while she did some exploring of her own.
“Let me taste you,” Josh whispered, his voice ragged, which made her feel better because her pulse was racing like a car without brakes.
He made his way down her body, kissing and nipping, giving her more blissful pleasure along with the sting of sharp teeth. The small nips switched or confused her pain receptors. Each tiny jolt had delight frisking her senses. Feminine moisture readied her body for his possession, and she craved the feel of him sliding between her thighs.
“Now,” she demanded.
“Not yet. When I say it’s time. I’ve waited for you, and I plan to enjoy every moment.”
“Yes,” she whispered, her fingers ruffling his black hair as he licked her inner thigh.Ooh!The moves in his sensual arsenal were exquisite. Who knew? She certainly hadn’t.
“Tell me if you enjoy this,” he ordered and proceeded to lick her slit. He dallied at her entrance, lapping at the moisture her body created.
“Yes,” she said on a hoarse gasp. “I enjoy everything you do to me.”
His head lifted, and she met the glitter of his blue gaze. “Everything?”
“Yes,” she admitted.
“Perfect.” His eyes glittered with blue fire and promises as he licked his lips. He lowered his head again, this time lapping exactly where she needed his touch most.
It didn’t take much. Two slides of his tongue, the slight suction of his mouth, and she was flying, hurled into an intense orgasm that stormed her body, her mind, her soul. Her torso arched, and she released a loud moan.
Josh laughed, and when the spasms tapered off, he peeled her stockings down her legs, kissing patches of revealed skin and launching another sneaky attack on her virtue.
“Josh.”
“I’m here, sweetheart.”
“Are you sure your arm isn’t sore?”
“No, it’s forgotten. You distract me.” He reached for a condom, his gaze full of warmth and sensual promises. “Let’s see if I can distract you too.”
Yes. It wouldn’t be difficult. All that prime male real estate. Her tongue darted out to moisten her lips. She couldn’t wait to get started. Ashley reached for him, but he caught her wrists and guided them above her head and held them there.
“No touching,” he ordered. “Not this time. I want you too much.”
She offered what she suspected was a cheeky grin. “My hands have a mind of their own when it comes to you.”
