Page 89 of Prime Time Romance

A drip of water trickles from my temple to my cheek to my chin, then falls onto my chest. Josh presses it with his thumb, then drags it along the line of my collarbone until the wetness seeps into my skin.

My knees buckle, and I shiver.

But it’s not the cold that’s undoing me this time.

My entire body is on fire. I close my eyes to savor the feeling.

The next drop trickles down the bridge of my nose and then falls. I can feel Josh’s gaze following it as it slides between my breasts.

His hands grip my waist. The pads of his thumbs brush the ridges of my hip bones. Although his touch is feathery soft, it grounds me.

I know exactly what I’m about to do.

I know exactly what I want as I rise up onto my toes.

Our lips crash together, hard and hungry. My hips press to his as he pulls me close. Tight. Firm. Like he’ll never let go.

When he parts my lips with his tongue, it’s as if he’s repeating back to me exactly what I’m thinking. This is good. This is right. This is the way it’s all supposed to be.

Not Fletch and Sloan.

Not pretending.

Us.

My fingers find their way under Josh’s wet shirt to the abs I’ve been coveting from afar. I slide my hands up his chest until the material of his shirt stops me.

He laughs with a “Need a little help?,” then lifts it off in one smooth motion.

I have this desire to run my hands over every inch of his skin. To suck and taste. But he reaches for the hem of my top, and before I can say “Take it off,” it’s joining his in a wet puddle on the floor.

“You’ve made the next part easy.” I nod at his absence of pants and the wet boxers straining to hold in his erection.

“Then let’s do you first.” He walks me back till the backs of my knees hit the corner of the mattress, then kisses me until I fall onto the bed.

He slides the rest of my dress off in a single fluid motion and smiles at my nearly naked body. “Now we’re even.”

He leans in, reaching behind me to undo my bra. He plants a soft kiss just below my ear as he slips it off and tosses it somewhere out of view. His fingers trace the curve of my collarbone, then dip low between my breasts. His thumb drags across my chest until it circles my nipple.

I close my eyes and moan, then let out a soft ahhhhh as his thumb is replaced with his tongue. He repeats the whole experience on the other side. All the while, a deep ache builds between my legs. I have completely abandoned any further rational thought, too caught up in the contrasting sensations of the rough pad of his thumb and the wetness of his mouth.

His body shifts, and I immediately notice the absence of heat, but I am too distracted by his tongue, which has abandoned my breast to head south. His fingers tickle as they run along the elastic of my underwear, then curl and tug until they’re around my ankles. The tip of his nose traces a long line from my ankle to my knee, up my inner thigh to my hip bone, where his tongue takes over as it drags all the way to my belly button.

My fingers grip the bedsheets. “You’ve barely touched me, and I’m almost there.”

He laughs. The heat of his breath on my skin only furthers my point. “We’re just getting started.”

His fingers find my entrance, and as he drags his index finger through my wetness, my hips drive off the bed.

“Holy Moses.” My abs contract, lifting my shoulders off the bed.

“Am I okay to keep going?” he asks.

“I cannot be held responsible for my reaction if you stop. Please continue.”

Josh does not continue. He presses a knee between my legs and meets my lips with a hard, hungry kiss. He doesn’t relent until my head falls back, landing on the pillow. This time, when his finger finds my folds, it’s to part them, and the next sensation is the long, slow lick of his tongue.

“Oh my god, Josh.” I’m very aware of how loud I’m yelling his name. He does it again, over and over, until I lose count of all the Joshes I have screamed out to the universe. When he inserts a finger, then two, and starts to move in and out, I lose complete control of anything and everything coming out of my mouth. I try to swear. I definitely moan. And when the pressure builds to the point that I can no longer take it, I let out a long, loud ahhhhh as I get a euphoric rush that fizzles through my body.