Still crouched on the floor, she stared up at him, dazed with desire, as he unzipped his Wranglers and took themdown, his boxer briefs with them. Stepping neatly free of all of it, he tossed the jeans and briefs away.
By then, her guilt and anxiety over what she’d failed to tell him had vanished. There was only this—Riley and Josh—good buddies forever. And now, for this one more night at least, ardent and enthusiastic lovers.
Yes, everything would probably come crashing down around her ears when she finally worked up the nerve to tell him that all this great sex had produced the classic result. She felt really bad about it. Because a baby had never been part of their deal.
But here they were for one more night.
And he was so good at this. She loved being with him. As a friend. As a lover. Both or either. He was the best.
Completely exposed and not the least shy about it at this point, she sat back on her heels and let her gaze trail up his strong legs to where he was erect and ready to take this night to the next level.
“Come up here with me,” he instructed in a low, rough growl. He held down his hand.
She couldn’t take that hand fast enough. He helped her to her feet and then curled his lean arm around her, drawing her closer, till she was pressed tight against him.
“We should be quiet,” she warned him—and herself. The words came out sounding desperate. She was lost in the moment now, in the rough-tender sound of his voice, in the delicious feel of him all along the front of her.
“Gotcha. We’re going to be quiet,” he replied and swooped down to claim her mouth.
She laughed against his parted lips, her whole body aglow with excitement, with happy desire.
That was thing about her and Josh. It was always sogood with him. And not only good. It was so dang much fun. She didn’t want it to end.
But she knew that it would. And very soon now.
Guilt threatened to derail her. But she didn’t let it. The moment of truth couldn’t be avoided much longer.
And that was all the more reason to enjoy tonight.
He bit her earlobe lightly, sending a shiver running through her.
“Hey…” She clasped his shoulder, stroked her palm down the outside of his arm, feeling hard muscle beneath warm skin.
He caught her hand. “Come on…” Dropping to the bed again, he pulled her down onto the white sheets with him.
She slanted him a knowing look. “You turned back the covers.”
“That’s a problem for you?”
“You planned ahead, didn’t you? This bed is all ready for a girl to fall into.”
He smirked. “I do not deny it. I fully intended to get you all to myself once the kids were in bed.”
“Oh, Joshua…” She framed his face between her hands. “It’s been good, huh—this, you and me?”
“So good. The best.” His voice had gone rough again in the most exciting way. “I never want it to end…”
And then he was kissing her, his mouth urging her to open, his tongue meeting hers as he took her down to the waiting sheets. His hands skimmed over her skin, knowing her, touching her like there was no way he could ever get enough.
She understood that need he had, that need for more, for everything. Life was too full of terrible surprises. First her mom, gone so suddenly. Then her dad. And then hertrue love. All of them taken, pieces of her heart torn out with them.
Nowadays, every bit of joy mattered. And she’d had so much joy lately, with this wonderful man. She reveled in it, basked in it.
Yes, this magical secret affair would finally end—and very soon. But right now, who cared? Every time with him was the best time, and she had zero regrets.
He shifted, turning them both so that she was beneath him. Laughing, she braced a foot on the mattress and claimed the top position again. He made a low, growling sound, but he didn’t stop her when she slid off him and went to her knees.
Bending close, she took him into her mouth. He groaned and muttered her name. She took him deeper. He let her.
