He groaned, opening his mouth to her as he wrapped his arms around her back, tugging her close. Her tongue teased his, and he released another groan, though she could sense he was holding back from her.
She reached for the buttons of his shirt, unfastening blindly as she continued to kiss him. He pulled back and searched her eyes. When she cupped his cheek and smiled, he opened his mouth as if to say something. Then he stopped and kissed her instead, pulling her lower lip between his own and raking his teeth lightly along the tender flesh. She released a soft whimper, grabbing handfuls of his shirt. His urgency increased as he reached for the zipper on her dress, jerking the fabric down until it pooled at her feet. She resumed her work with his buttons, smiling when he unfastened the last one, clearly impatient for her to finish. She spread his shirt open, her hands skimming his chest. His abdominal muscles tightened under her touch as her hands continued their downward pursuit.
She quickly unfastened both his belt and the zipper on his dress pants, then pushed them over his hips so they fell to his feet.
Her gaze on his face, she stepped backward onto the pallet, wearing nothing but her bra and panties. He dropped his underwear and followed. Reaching a hand behind her head, he pulled her mouth to his, claiming her with more intensity than she’d expected, sending desire shooting through her lower abdomen. His hands reached around and unfastened her bra, tugged it down her arms, then stripped off her panties so they both stood naked in the moonlight.
She wanted this man, and not just his body—although she wanted that too, desperately. She wanted to go home to Seattle and start a life with him.
The whole idea scared the crap out of her. How could she be so certain so quickly? She used to make fun of girls who claimed to fall in love on a first date, but here she was, wanting a fairy-tale ending with a man she’d met three days before. Three days.
But it was Josh. Sweet, gentle Josh who made her laugh. Who made her feel cherished. She trusted him more than she’d ever trusted Jay, and no one was more surprised by any of this than she was.
She wanted this man in every sense of the word, and she intended to let her actions prove it to him. She dropped to her knees and took him into her mouth, her tongue teasing his tip, dancing in circles.
“Oh, God, Megan,” he moaned, grabbing handfuls of her hair as she began to suck the length of him, his grunts and rapid breath sending hot desire through her veins and straight to her pelvis. She coaxed and teased him with her mouth until he put his palms on her head and pulled her back. Then he dropped to his knees in front of her, their chests just inches apart.
He stared into her face as his hand caressed her cheek and sank into her hair, grabbing the strands loosely into his fist. His gaze penetrated hers before he gently tilted her chin. He placed a kiss at the corner of her mouth, brushing a line of kisses to her jaw line, then moved down to her neck, finding her sensitive spot and making her squirm.
He pushed her back and gently laid her down on the pallet, her head on the pillow. His knee nudged hers, spreading them apart so he could kneel between them. She watched him as he lowered himself over her. The lust and passion in his eyes sent a shiver down her spine, straight to her core.
His face lowered to her neck, his lips brushing the sensitive skin there. His tongue worked circles down her sternum before easing to her breast to tease her nipple. Then he took it into his teeth.
She lay panting and breathless, lifting her hips in involuntary need, but he moved to her other breast, continuing his exquisite torture. A light breeze swept over her wet skin, making the hairs on her arms stand on end. His mouth moved lower, over the swell of her breasts. His tongue and lips licked and sucked a path down her abdomen, setting her skin on fire with need. He continued his torturous descent to her pelvis, her inner thigh.
He lifted her hips, cradling her ass cheeks in his palms as his face hovered over her folds, his warm breath sending a tingling jolt into her lower abdomen. By the time his tongue started to caress her, she cried out with relief, surprised by the intensity of the pleasure shooting through her.
She arched her back, lifting into him, trying to stifle her moans. After a minute of his sweet torture, she blindly grasped his hair and pulled him up, sure she’d come if he didn’t stop, and she wanted to do that when he was inside her. His lifted his head and slid his chest up her abdomen, his chest hair brushing over her sensitive nipples, making her gasp and press her groin into him.
He rested his weight on his elbow next to her head, looking down at her as she fought to catch her breath. His hand brushed several strands of hair from her cheek. Then he leaned in to kiss her, soft and gentle, his tongue skimming her long bottom lip, the taste of her on his mouth.
Wild with need, she lifted her hips, the movement pressing his erection into her thigh. She took control of the kiss, frantic for him and for release. His hand moved down and brushed her nipple with his thumb.
Megan sucked in her breath as her back arched in desire.
“Josh,” she cried out, that one word channeling the force of her raw desire.
Moving his hand under her ass, Josh lifted her up, then teased her entrance with the tip of his erection.
She moved under him, encouraging him to take her completely. His palm covered her hand next to her head, and he laced their fingers together before pushing into her, moving with agonizing slowness.
The ache for release was overwhelming as he pulled out and repeated his slow thrust. “Josh.”
He moved his hips more quickly, leaning down to kiss her as she gasped in pleasure and relief. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she tilted her hips up to take him deeper.
The pressure built until she shattered, crying out his name. He covered her mouth with his, muffling her sounds. He was close behind, thrusting several more times before he pushed deep inside her and groaned into her mouth. Her arms wrapped around his upper back, holding him close, her wordless way of telling him that she never wanted this moment to end.
He gently eased her hips down to the pallet, staying on top of her. As he kissed her, slow and deep, Megan realized she’d never felt so connected to anyone in her life.
“Don’t leave me tomorrow,” she whispered.
“I will never willingly leave you, Megan.”
She studied his face. “What does that mean?”
“You might change your mind about me.”
“Why would I do that?”
He gave her a soft smile, but it was full of sadness.
“Does this have to do with what happened with Blair and Noah at the restaurant?”
Surprise flickered on his face, and he rolled to his side, bringing her with him. He grabbed the blanket next to him and flipped it over to cover them both to their waists.
“What do you know about it?” he finally asked.
“Nothing. Only that Noah must have done something terrible to make you hit him like that, and I suspect Blair instigated the whole thing since she was hot on your heels when you came back from the restroom.”
His body stiffened below her. “Noah betrayed me.”
What could that mean? “Does this have to do with your business decision or me?”
His hand tangled in her hair and tightened. “Both.”
Both? “And Blair was involved.”
Wariness filled his eyes. “She loves you, Megan. She’s going to do what she thinks she needs to do to keep you safe.”