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“Josh.” She moved around to stand in front of him again. But she didn’t reach for him. “Do I look scared?”
He ran his hands through his hair. “I meant I don’t want to do something that would trigger a reaction.”
“Then we better keep our clothes on and order pizza. Because when I said you look like an impending orgasm, I didn’t mean I would come from staring at you. I’m hoping you’ll make love to me until you trigger a reaction so big that I’m begging you for another the minute it subsides.”
“Caroline, I’m trying to be careful.”
“Well, stop,” she shot back. “You’ve never treated me like I might break apart at any second. Please don’t start now.”
He studied the fierce woman who’d been undressing him until he threw on the brakes. She was right. If he trusted her, he didn’t need to question his every move. She’d speak up for herself.
“All right.”
She stepped closer, but still didn’t touch him. Her chin high, her green eyes flashing with a combination of desire and determination, she stared up at him.
“Talk to me. Touch me,” she said as her fingers curled around the edge of her black T-shirt. Then she drew it over her head. She tossed it aside and reached behind her to free her bra. “Don’t hold back.”
Josh kissed his restraint goodbye and placed his hands on her bare chest. The weight settled into his palms. Her nipples formed tight peaks as he lifted and pressed her breasts together. He hunched his shoulders and lowered his mouth to her skin. And his tongue dipped into her cleavage.
Her fingers worked into his hair, holding him close. “Josh, for the record, I love the way you use your mouth.”
Love.
It was too soon to tell her he was falling for a helluva lot more than her mouth. No, he still needed to prove that this—his lips exploring her body—worked for them.
He pressed one more kiss to her breasts. Then he released her chest and lowered down to his knees. And he reached for her steel-toed boots.
“First I’m going to get you out of these ass-kicking shoes.” His fingers worked the laces. “And then I want another look at your panties before I slide them down your legs and show you exactly what I can do with my mouth.”
Chapter 14
JOSH SUMMERS HAD turned stripping off her socks into foreplay. She’d never thought of her ankles as an erogenous zone. But when he touched them, she’d felt a rush of heat and need settle beneath her black lace undies. Then the feel of his fingers against her skin as he unbuttoned her pants and drew down the zipper had pushed her so close to a climax that he might as well have been vibrating.
Now her boots rested at the foot of the motel’s queen-sized bed. Her cargo pants lay discarded in a heap beside them. She’d lost everything but her panties. She looked down at the man kneeling at her feet. He’d tossed aside his shirt and pants too, but kept his underwear. His head was cocked to one side, and his gaze fixed on her last piece of clothing.
“Not complicated,” she murmured. “Just grab ahold of the top and pull them down.”
Don’t mind me, she thought. I might come before you get them off.
“Hmm.” He ran his hands up her calves, over her knees, and paused at her thighs. Then he leaned forward, captured the top of her panties between his teeth, and drew them down to her thighs. “Like that?”
Oh God, yes!
But she went with a swift, sharp nod. Not that he could see her affirmative gesture. His gaze remained focused on the dark curls between her legs as he drew her underwear down her legs. She stepped out of them before he asked and the slip of black lace joined her pants on the floor.
“Place your foot on my shoulder,” he said.
She allowed him to guide her left foot into a position that left her knee raised practically to her chest. Balancing precariously on her other foot, she felt open, exposed, and ready—for a physically impracticable event.
Kneeling in front of her five foot five frame, his mouth was level with her chest, not her . . .
“Impossible,” she murmured.
“No, Caroline.” He looked up at her with his trust-me grin. “This will work. Believe me.”
And here, in this room, when it came to pleasure and sex, she had faith in him.
With his hand on her right hip holding her steady, he sat back on his heels and brushed his tongue over her bare flesh. She ran her hands through his hair and held on hoping she wouldn’t fall away from . . .
