And then he was kissing his way up the center of her body, his lips brushing the space between her breasts and moving higher, into the hollow where her collarbones met and then up the side of her throat. He dropped a chain of kisses along the line of her jaw, and then finally he claimed her mouth again. She opened for him with a hungry moan as his tongue swept beyond her parted lips.
She could go on like this forever, kissing him, stroking his shoulders, running her hands up and down his hard arms…
But he had other ideas. Once again he was on the move, his lips trailing down and down…
He guided her thighs apart and settled between them.
Oh, she had missed him. It felt so good, so exactly right, to be here in his bed, begging for more as he kissed her so intimately, as his warm, rough palms skated tenderly over her skin, as she buried her fingers in his thick brown hair and kept right on pleading, “Josh, more… Yes, like that…”
What she begged for, he gave her. The pleasure built. Stars danced behind her eyelids, and her climax seemed right there, close enough to touch, yet just out of reach.
She tossed her head and cried out.
“Shh,” he whispered, reaching up, his big hand gently covering her open mouth, silencing her needy cries. “You’ll wake the boys…”
“Right,” she said, laughing a little and then moaning again as he kept right on driving her toward the edge.
It didn’t take much longer. Suddenly, she was going over, riding the pleasure all the way to sweet release.
When she finally went limp, she reached for him. He let her pull him up to her, so they were face to face.
“That was…” The right words eluded her. She touched his cheek and then idly finger-combed the thick hair at his temple.
He kissed her, a light brush of a kiss. Staring at his flushed face, she realized she wanted him all over again.
“What?” he asked.
“This…” And she kissed him. As he sighed against her parted lips, she made her move, easing out from under him, pushing him down onto his back. He blinked up at her as she straddled him.
“Well, all right, then,” he remarked with a grin when she wrapped her fingers around him and rose to her knees again so that she could take him in.
So carefully, he clasped her thickened waist between his hands. Slowly, she claimed him. And then she was moving,rocking him. He picked up her rhythm and moved with her. It was so good. She wanted to make it last.
And she did—theydid—for a while, anyway.
But her body was so ready. It would not be denied. She let her head drop back. A low cry escaped her as she hit the crest again. Dazed, she tipped her head down. His glazed eyes were waiting. They nodded at each other.
Now they were racing to the finish together. She felt him pulsing within her, and she let go again. Another climax shimmered through her. With a soft, drawn-out moan, she collapsed on top of him.
For the longest, sweetest time, she rested, using him as her pillow—and her mattress, too. He stroked her hair and ran his hand up and down the curve of her back. It was so good, being there with him, his strong arms holding her close. But it had to be well after midnight.
“What’s going on?” he asked as she shifted on top of him.
“Bathroom…”
He kissed the top of her head and released her.
When she returned to the bedroom, she started gathering up her clothes.
Still on the bed, he braced up on an elbow. “Come back here,” he coaxed and held out his hand.
She shook out her underpants and then paused before putting them on, captured by the look in his eyes. “I should get going…”
“No, you shouldn’t. Come over here.”
She dropped the panties and went to him.
“Stay,” he whispered as she took his outstretched hand. “You’re off tomorrow, right?”
