Chapter 8
Josh
Lindsay’s invitation has a hint of vulnerability that makes my chest constrict with something deeper than desire. She’s opening herself to me in ways that go beyond the physical, trusting me with parts of herself that I suspect she doesn’t share easily.
“Are you sure?” I brush my thumb across her cheekbone, marveling at how soft her skin feels. “I don’t want you to think this is just about making up for our fight.”
“It’s not just about that.” She reaches for the buttons of my shirt, working them open with steady fingers. “I do want to make up properly, though.”
Her touch sends heat through my system as she pushes my shirt off my shoulders. I pull her closer, and she comes willingly, her body fitting against mine like we were designed for this. The kiss starts gently but quickly deepens as two weeks of tension and attraction finally find release.
“Lindsay.” Her name comes out rough with want as she traces patterns across my chest with exploring fingers. “I want you.”
“I know.” She looks up at me with eyes dark with desire. “I want this too.”
I lift her easily, carrying her toward the bedroom while she kisses, licks, and nibbles my neck in ways that make my knees weak. Her penthouse bedroom is as elegant as the rest of her apartment, but all I can focus on is the woman in my arms and the trust she’s placing in me.
I set her down beside the bed and take a moment to really appreciate her. Lindsay in business mode is formidable and polished. Lindsay covered in mud and determined to master ranch work is endearing and stubborn. Lindsay looking at me with open desire and no walls between us is breathtaking.
“You’re staring.” She sounds amused rather than self-conscious.
“I’m memorizing.” I reach for the hem of her sweater, pausing to give her a chance to change her mind. When she nods, I pull it over her head and discover she’s wearing lace underneath that makes my mouth go dry.
“Do you like it?” The hint of uncertainty in her voice surprises me.
“I like you.” I trace the edge of the lace with one finger, watching her shiver at the contact. “The lace is pretty, but you’re beautiful.”
Her smile transforms her face, and she reaches behind herself to unhook the bra. When it falls away, I stop breathing for a moment because she’s perfect in ways that make my hands shake with the need to touch her.
Lindsay steps closer, pressing herself against my chest, and the feel of her bare skin against mine sends fire through my veins. I cup her breasts in my hands, my thumbs brushing across sensitive peaks that make her gasp. “You’re incredible.”
“Show me.” Her voice is breathless.
I kiss her again, deeper this time, letting my hands explore the curves I’ve been remembering since that day at the swimming hole. She responds by working at my belt with fingers that tremble slightly, and I help her remove the rest of my clothes before laying her back on the bed.
“Beautiful.” The word comes out like a prayer as I take in the sight of her sprawled across the expensive sheets, her hair fanned around her face and skin flushed with arousal.
“So are you.” Her gaze travels over my body with appreciation that makes me feel like I could conquer the world. “I’ve been thinking about this since the creek.”
“Just thinking?” I settle beside her on the bed, running my hand from her collarbone to her hip in one long stroke that makes her arch beneath my touch.
“Dreaming.” She turns toward me, pressing kisses to my throat that send heat straight to my cock. “Wanting.”
I capture her mouth again, and this time, there’s nothing tentative about it. The kiss is hungry and demanding, full of all the desire that’s been building between us. When she nips my lower lip, I groan and roll her beneath me, settling between her thighs.
“I want to touch you everywhere.” My voice is rough with need as I trace the line of her neck with my lips. “I want to know what makes you gasp, moan, and orgasm harder than you ever have.”
“Then touch me.” She twines her fingers in my hair as I work my way down her body. “Please, Josh.”
I take my time exploring her breasts, using my lips and tongue until she’s writhing beneath me and making soft sounds that drive me to distraction. When I take one peaked nipple into my mouth, she cries out and arches against me. “More.” Her voice is breathless with need. “I need more.”
I continue my exploration, mapping every inch of her skin with focused attention. Her stomach is soft and sensitive, and she shivers when I trace patterns with my tongue. By the time I reach her pussy, she’s trembling with anticipation.
“Beautiful.” I spread her legs and settle between them, taking a moment to appreciate how ready she is for me. Her folds are shiny with need, and her clit is flushed pink and almost straining to meet me. “I want to taste you.”
“Yes.” The word comes out like a plea. “Please.”
The first touch of my tongue exploring up and down her slit makes her cry out and clutch at the sheets.
She tastes like heaven and desire, and I lose myself in the task of bringing her pleasure.
I work her slowly and thoroughly, using my lips and tongue to explore her clit and opening, back and forth, varying between teasing and firm as I build her arousal until she’s gasping my name.
“Josh, please.” She tightens her grasp on my hair, trying to pull me higher. “I need you inside me.”
“Not yet.” I continue my ministrations, bringing her to the edge before backing away, building the pressure until she’s begging for release. “You need to come first.”
“I can’t.” She’s trembling with need, her body drawn tight as a bowstring. “Please.”
I focus my attention on the sensitive bundle of nerves at the hood of her clit, flicking my tongue before sucking the bud into my mouth to provide sudden suction.
Within moments, she’s coming with a cry that goes straight to my soul and cock, making me so hard it hurts.
I work her through the aftershocks until she’s pulling me up to kiss her with desperate hunger.
“I need you.” She reaches between us to wrap her hand around my shaft, making me groan at the contact. “All of you.”
“Wait. Condom?” I position myself at her entrance, fighting every instinct that tells me to take her hard and fast.
“Nightstand.” She gestures toward it, looking like she can’t physically lift her arm to reach it in her current state of blissful aftermath.
With a chuckle, trying not to think about how close my bare cock is to her wet entrance, I shift and lean over, finding a condom. I rip it open and push the latex down my cock faster than I have in my life.
As soon as it’s on, she grasps the base to guide me, bringing the head into her heated folds while lifting her hips to meet mine. “Please.”
I enter her slowly, giving her time to adjust to my size. Her pussy is hot and tight around me, and the sensation nearly overwhelms my control. When I’m fully seated inside her, I pause to catch my breath and memorize this moment. “Okay?” My voice is strained with the effort of holding still.
“Perfect.” She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper. “You feel perfect.”
I start to move, establishing a rhythm that’s slow and deep, focusing more on connection than urgency. Each stroke brings us closer together, healing the distance our argument created while reinforcing the bond that’s grown between us.
“I love how you feel around me.” I change the angle to hit spots that make her gasp and dig her nails into my shoulders. “Like you were made for me.”
“I was.” Lindsay’s voice is breathless with pleasure. “We fit perfectly together.”
Our lovemaking builds gradually with layers of sensation and emotion combining until the physical pleasure becomes intertwined with emotional intimacy. When her sheath starts to contract, her breathing becomes more erratic as she approaches her peak.
“Let go, Lindsay.” I reach between us to stroke her clit, and the added stimulation makes her cry out. “Squeeze my cock as you let go.”
“Josh.” My name is a soft cry as her climax crashes over her, making her clench around me just like I’d asked.
That rhythmic sensation is all I need to push me over the edge.
I surrender to my own climax, whispering her name as I empty myself with an intensity that leaves me shaking.
We collapse together, breathing hard and clinging to each other as the aftershocks fade.
“Wow.” Lindsay’s voice is soft against my throat.
“Yeah.” I roll to my side, pulling her with me so I can see her face. “Wow.”
She looks satisfied and tousled, her hair a mess and her lips swollen from kissing. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life. “No regrets?” I trace patterns on her bare shoulder, already addicted to touching her.
“None.” Lindsay presses a soft kiss to my chest. “You?”
“Only that we waited this long.” I pull the covers over us and settle her more comfortably against my side.
“You were right.”
I arch a brow. It feels like a huge effort to move even that part of my body. “About what?”
She grins. “That was the hardest I’ve ever come.”
I return her grin, allowing myself a moment to wallow in self-satisfaction. “Glad to hear it and always happy to provide more.”
She makes a sound a bit like a purr. “I’ll definitely take you up on that after I recover from this round.”
I pull her closer, and we fall asleep tangled together, which feels just about perfect.
I wake to the unfamiliar sensation of climate-controlled air and city sounds filtering through expensive windows. Lindsay is still curled against my side. Her hair is tickling my chest as she breathes quietly and deeply, not yet awake.
The digital clock on her nightstand reads seven thirty, which means I’ve slept later than I have in years. At home, I’d already be checking on the animals and reviewing the day’s work schedule. Here in her carefully controlled environment, time feels suspended.
She stirs as I shift position, opening her eyes slowly. “Morning.”