29. Josh #2
Her desperation bleed into something sultrier, and her body went limp, resting back against the wall as her fingers dug further into my shirt, dragging me toward her, teasing me with those delicious curves as they pressed against me.
I cradled her head in my palm, protecting it from the harsh brick as she titled her pouty, full lips up at me. Tempting me. But I wouldn’t take, not until she said I could.
“And if I don’t?” she questioned playfully, toying with me as her hands slid across my shirt to rest on my shoulders.
The hand not currently acting as a pillow traveled a teasing path down; my thumb traced over her exposed collarbone, then drifted lower, knuckles grazing along the underside of her breast with each shallow pant she took.
They continued their descent, dancing over the curve of her waist until my hand found its destination just below the hem of her dress.
A single touch to the back of her knee was all it took to have her breath hitching, and while I’d only intended to tease, her reaction was addictive; her bare skin enticing to the point I couldn’t help but explore further.
As if controlled by the devil himself, my hand wandered higher up the back of her thigh until she was a trembling mess bracketed in my arms. Each goose bump that pebbled her smooth, tanned skin was a victory; proof that my slow, tormenting touch was affecting her as much as it affected me.
I swallowed the victorious laugh attempting to escape my chest, trying not to act too smug, but the fact she was this responsive over some simple touches was more than stroking my ego, adding fuel to my already burning desire for her.
She didn’t seem to mind being half exposed as the skirt of her dress pooled at my wrist. I stroked my thumb lazily back and forth over her hip, like I had all the time in the world to touch her instead of stolen minutes.
“I don’t think I have to worry about you saying no, do I? ”
A breathy gasp was her answer as I cupped her unexpectedly right between those pretty, pressed-together thighs, dipping my fingertips inward searchingly to find that little scrap of underwear she was wearing that did nothing to hide her need.
Just like I thought. I smirked, definitely smug this time. Dripping wet for me.
She whimpered out my name as I teasingly rubbed her through the damp material.
Her fingertips dug into my shoulders and the pinch of pain had me wishing I was back home, pressing her into my bed, doing there what I couldn’t do to her here.
“I t-thought you said a kiss?” Her voice was a low, husky rasp, for my ears only.
“Now that you’re in my hands I want more than a kiss,” I managed to get out, despite my voice sounding like it had been put through a woodchipper.
“I’ll always want more when it comes to you, baby.
” My lips pressed against the fluttering pulse beneath her jaw.
I curbed the urge to mark her, to leave evidence she was mine on that lovely column of unblemished skin.
Something about this girl made me possessive in a way I’d never felt before with another women.
Only for her. “But I’ll settle for a kiss, if you’re willing to give me one. ”
“I’d give you more than that, if you asked,” she whispered, turning to look at me, putting our lips mere inches apart. Her eyes were the color dreams were made of—or maybe it was just me who dreamt in shades of blue, vividly, for three consecutive years. “Kiss me, Josh.”
She didn’t need to repeat herself, those were the words I’d been waiting for.
I swooped in so quickly, she made a noise of surprise in the back of her throat as our lips met a little harder than I’d intended, but I hadn’t kissed her in hours, which meant I was behind quota for the day.
It was stupid how badly I missed her soft, full lips on mine, how I physically ached without her touch these past few hours.
Funny how you could go years without something but the moment you finally had it you couldn’t imagine going without it for even a minute.
Maybe I should’ve been embarrassed how I was kissing her—eager, like I couldn’t get enough of her, desperate, like I’d never have enough of her, but I worried every day this was all we’d have.
Being here in town, pretending I wasn’t something more to her, only made it worse.
There was a big possibility this might not work, that all we’d get was this summer, and every day I woke up afraid I’d be back in Marleysville, Dove nothing but a sweet dream my subconscious conjured from years’ worth of longing.
The brick wall scraped roughly against the back of my hand that still cradled her head, but it was easy to ignore when her kisses were so compulsive.
One couldn’t possibly be enough, two just a tease.
Swooping in for a third, my fingers threaded through the soft locks of her curled hair and tilted her head to the perfect angle—making it easier to devour her—and when my tongue slid between her lips easily, it was almost obscene.
My name was an exhaled breath from her lungs I stole, swallowing it so I’d always remember how it tasted on my tongue.
Her thighs spread wider to accommodate me in the middle of them, and a moan escaped her as I sandwiched her between my heavy bulk and the wall.
She whimpered as the hand still stuck between her thighs circled against the swollen flesh through soaked fabric.
Fuck, there wasn’t anything hotter than hearing her make that sound, and with it a thought darted across my mind of pushing that tiny strip of cloth to the side to slip my fingers in since she could easily take two with how wet she was and finding that spot inside that would have her coming with a filthy gasp against my mouth.
Fuck .
She moaned as my dick twitched along her hip at the vivid thought, her hands sliding around my neck to tug me impossibly closer into the nonexistent space between us.
This was escalating quickly into dangerous territory, yet I couldn’t help but toe the line. Not when I knew what was on the other side. Forcing myself away from temptation was one of the hardest things ever.
Well , I mused as I ground the evidence of how much I was enjoying this against her, almost .
In an attempt to behave, I slid the hand teasing between her legs to the back of her thigh, hoping to calm things down, but instead she took it as an invitation to hitch that leg higher around my hip, making it easier for her to rock against me.
Somehow, I’d just made things both worse and much, much better for myself.
In that moment, there were two things I was absolutely certain of.
One was that I wanted to fuck Dove up against this wall, to slip right into her welcoming heat and get lost, and two, that it was the last thing I was going to do.
She was lost in an inferno of lust I’d held the match to and ignited, which meant I had to be the one to douse it out.
Regrettably and painfully, I pulled back.
Her lips chased mine, searching. “Dove.” Without her mouth occupied, her puffy, abused lips slipped along my bearded jaw, peppering kisses down my throat as her nails scraped the nape of my neck.
I had to fight my eyes from rolling back into my head at the sensation.
She fucking knew how much that got me, the minx.
Dove may not have been the most experienced, but she knew enough to know what she was doing to me.
My hands left her to lay flat against the wall on either side of her head and pushed away, creating distance between our bodies.
She didn’t seem to notice, her pretty eyes shut as she attempted to writhe against me, arms still wrapped tightly around my neck, making it difficult to fully extract myself from her.
I’d gotten her here, but I couldn’t take her here.
“Dove.” I exhaled sharply as she nipped at a tender spot on my neck. My fingers curled into my palms, scraping against the rough brick. The bite of pain was grounding, helping me remain focused so I wouldn’t give in and touch her. “Why don’t we get out of here?” I suggested hoarsely.
I needed to get out of here.
“ Please , Josh.” God, hearing her beg was almost too much, but I kept my hands where they were, remembering what Dove had made clear earlier before we arrived.
This may be what she wanted now but she’d regret it.
And I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if she ever regretted one thing we did together.
“We can’t, baby,” I struggled to get out.
“Not here.” Telling her no was like attaching a heavy weight to my heart, dragging me down.
There wasn’t much I’d ever denied Dove, and that was true to this day.
But this… we couldn’t do this right now.
Feeling more in control, I uncurled my hands from where they rested and gently cradled her jaw again, directing her glassy, lust filled gaze up at me.
“Let’s blow this popsicle stand,” I joked, although it fell flat.
I wasn’t feeling very humorous, not when the ache in my groin was damn near painful.
I pressed a kiss to her forehead. Then, because I couldn’t help myself, I bent down to promise huskily in her ear, “I’ll get you there, pretty girl, just not when we have the whole damn town more than a few feet away from us. ”
Music and laughter had started to grow louder and livelier, drifting into the quiet seclusion we occupied. A quick glance up confirmed the sun was starting to paint a farewell in the sky with hues of pink and purples, which meant the party was only just getting started for the residents of Haven.