Chapter 14 #2
She was thorough, her fingers massaging his shoulders when she reached them, and he moaned at the sensation. When she ran the washcloth up into his hair, wringing the water from it, he leaned his head back.
Violet abandoned the washcloth and used her fingers to scoop water into his hair, then grabbed the soap and scrubbed his scalp. He couldn’t remember anyone ever washing his hair, other than his mother when he was a young boy, and he had to admit, it was nice.
He got lost in the sensations and his eyes closed as he just let himself feel everything she was doing.
She rinsed his hair and pulled him back against the rim of the tub, her fingers massaging his neck and shoulders again and he was so relaxed and half out of his mind in bliss he barely registered it when she kissed him.
His eyes shot open and the longing he saw on her face chased away all thought. He did nothing when she leaned down and kissed him again but accept it, opening his mouth when she went to deepen the kiss. The moment her tongue slid past his lips, his entire body hardened.
How long had it been since he’d been with a woman? He couldn’t even remember. Even then, he hadn’t kissed her. He did remember that. He’d not kissed anyone in years and didn’t hesitate to grab the back of her head, pulling her to him before sitting up to wrap his free arm around her waist.
She made a sound deep in the back of her throat when he plunged his tongue into her mouth, her kiss wet and warm and his body was on fire at the small sounds she was making and any reluctance he’d had where she was concerned was gone in an instant.
She wasn’t close enough and had on way too many clothes.
He pulled her up and over the lip of the tub, her startled gasp caught in another fiery kiss as he planted her in his lap, her skirted bottom trapping his erection against his stomach.
Violet broke the kiss long enough to look at him, her eyes glazed over with desire.
“Tell me to stop.” He squeezed her waist, willing his body to still. “Tell me to stop, Violet, and we’ll forget this ever happened.”
She grabbed his hand instead and placed it on her breast. The wet material outlined her hardened nipple, and he fingered it before kissing her again.
He squeezed her breast, her moans and the way she pushed her chest into his palm had him reacting on instinct, trying to unbutton her dress to get to her bare flesh.
His haste had the tiny buttons flying, the ribbon on her chemise breaking as he slid his hand inside the material to cup her warm flesh, the pad of his fingers brushing her nipple.
Her nails were digging into his shoulders, her hips moving against his hardened cock, and he wondered if he could climax from nothing more than her moving around on his lap.
He jerked her blouse off one shoulder and exposed her breast to his hungry mouth, latching onto it, his lips sucking her nipple until she was moaning and squirming on his lap, his name whispered into his hair.
Her back arched, her head lolling to one side and the noise she made and the way she grabbed his head to hold him to her made him bold enough to sneak a hand up her skirts.
His fingers danced along her thighs. She wasn’t wearing any undergarment, that thatch of curls wet from the water.
He lifted his head from her breast and looked at her as he slid a finger between her folds.
Her eyes rolled back when he fingered the small bud of nerves hidden within and he rubbed it in small circles at her hips started to rock.
“Josiah.”
Her breathy moan of his name made his entire body hard, and he wished he’d pulled her skirts all the way up so he could feel her against his naked flesh.
Violet leaned forward, catching his lips in another kiss and when she moaned into his mouth, her hips rocking against his hand, the desire to hear her scream his name had him sliding one finger inside of her.
She gasped at the intrusion. She was tight and definitely a virgin. Knowing he’d been the only man to touch her like this caused something wild and possessive to latch onto him and all rational thought left him as she clutched at his shoulders and gasped.
He slid his finger out of her tight passage and back in again, his thumb finding that small bundle of nerves.
He worked his hand between her legs, her eyes widening with every passing second, her mouth falling open on a gasp.
Within minutes, she was clenching around his finger, her hold on his shoulders so tight he knew he’d have bruises come morning, not that he cared.
Not when her entire body went still, her breath leaving in a rush before she inhaled enough air to scream his name, her body convulsing against him as she came undone.
He let her rock against his hand, loving the look on her face, knowing he’d caused it and he was so rock hard, he had to fight to keep from coming all over her skirts.
It took her long moments to calm, for her hips to stop rocking, and when she laid her forehead against his shoulder and sighed against his neck, he smiled.
Neither said a word, the silence in the room comforting until loud voices outside their door broke the spell. When someone banged on the weathered wood, they both jumped.
“Violet, are you in there?”
They both looked toward the door when Edwin yelled her name again and banged on the door a second time.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Josiah’s disgruntled words snapped Violet out of the bliss induced stupor she was in. She scrambled to disentangle herself from him when he pulled his hand out from under her skirts.
It took both of them to get her upright and out of the tub, water sloshing onto the floor when she got to her feet.
Josiah stood, his erection bobbing. She’d felt it against her hip and had thought to touch him in return, but the pleasure he’d given her had left her temporarily stupid.
His glorious erection slowly started to die when Edwin banged on the door again. She looked away, heat filling her cheeks when he reached for his pants.
She jerked her blouse back onto her shoulder and started fumbling with the buttons as Josiah headed across the room. He reached for the door handle and Violet jumped behind the door when he opened it, hiding herself from view.
Josiah’s booming, “What do you want?” seemed to echo in the room.
She’d never heard Josiah sound so—grumpy. Was it because Edwin was at the door or because they’d been interrupted?
“Where is Violet?”
Josiah was taller and more strongly built than Edwin. He looked more so when he crossed his arms over his naked chest, his biceps bulging as he did so. “She can’t come to the door right now. We were just in the bath. She isn’t decent.”
Violet could see Edwin through the crack in the door. His face was red, anger etched into every line she saw at the remark.
He craned his neck to look further into the room, then glanced down. The water in her skirts was dripping to the floor and running under the door. Lifting the heavy material only made the water drip more. She dropped them with a wet plop and staggered under the shift in weight.
Josiah narrowed his eyes at Edwin and leaned toward him. “How did you know we were here?”
“News travels fast,” Edwin said. “When a new lawman shows up, people want to know why. Now let me see Violet.”
Josiah laughed. “Not happening.” He turned to grab his shirt and Edwin stepped into the room as if he had every right to and said her name again. It was a mistake. The look on Josiah’s face went from mildly annoyed to livid in an instant. “Get out.”
“How long will you be in town?”
“None of your business.” Josiah slipped his shirt on and glanced over at her, giving her a heated look before physically pushing Edwin from the room, the small man bouncing off the hallway wall. When the door slammed behind them, Violet remembered to breathe.
Alone in the room, she looked toward the tub and the massive amount of water on the floor, and in the soaked rug. Along with her dress, both would take all night to dry.
She removed her wet clothing as quickly as she could, wringing what water she could get out of the material back into the tub until she stood naked in the chilling room. Snatching one of the sheets from the bed, she wrapped it around herself, securing it under one arm as best she could.
The next several minutes were spent using the drying clothes to soak up the water on the floor and trying to hang her skirts and blouse over the back of the chairs so they’d dry and wondering where Josiah and Edwin had gone.
She peered out both windows but didn’t see either of them on the street or on the sidewalks.
When she had nothing else to do but wait for Josiah, she sat on the bed and closed her eyes, the last hour replaying in her head. She smiled.
Kissing Josiah hadn’t been the fatal mistake she feared it would be. Washing his back had been done on a dare and when she was done, she hadn’t wanted to stop touching him. Washing his hair had been a bonus, one she could tell he’d enjoyed.
Seeing him so relaxed while she bathed him led her to believe he’d not push her away if she tried kissing him and, to her relief, he hadn’t.
He’d kissed her back, and much to her surprise, pulled her into the tub with him and deepened the kiss to the point her mind had gone blank.
Nothing registered but him, the taste of him and the scent that lingered on his skin.
Then she’d been bolder, placing his hand on her breast and before she could comprehend what was happening, he had her squirming while his fingers played between her legs, his lips branding her skin where he’d sucked her breast into his mouth and she’d come undone with his name on her lips.
And then Edwin had to go and ruined it all!
She glanced at the door. She had no idea how long it would be before Josiah came back and despite wanting to finish what they’d started, the long day was starting to get to her.
Standing, she turned the bed covers down and glanced at the door, chewing her bottom lip while contemplating what to do.
She’d brought an overnight bag and had a respectable nightdress in it but being covered to her neck may send the wrong message.
She wanted her husband to love her and continue where they left off, so inhaling a breath, she let the sheet she had wrapped around her fall to the floor.
Crawling into bed naked felt—decadent. The sheets were cool against her skin and she wondered why she hadn’t ever slept like that before. Maybe she would from now on, especially if Josiah was with her.
Grinning, she stared at the ceiling and waited for her husband to come back to her.