Page 56 of French Kiss

“Ah, I always hoped there was a reason to take that class.”

“If you didn’t get an A, you were robbed.”

“There are other parts of your anatomy I’m more interested in,” he said, running a hand up the side of my ribcage and back down. His eyes flashed with mischief.

“They’re all yours.” I pulled him toward me and kissed him harder on the mouth. His tongue found mine, his lips insistent, kissing me deeper, wanting more of me. Making me want him.

I slowly unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off, running my fingers over his shoulders and down the front of his bare chest. I felt his abs contract as I traced the contours of the muscles with my fingernail.

His hands found their way under the hem of my dress, gliding it up to my waist and lifting me up at the same time, so I could wrap my legs around him. He carried me to the settee at the foot of the bed, where he gently sat me down, kneeling on the carpet in front of me.

“Let’s start with these,” he said, undoing the straps on one of my leather sandals, then slipping it off my foot. I felt suddenly self-conscious. I’d been walking around all day in those shoes and I was sure my feet were not the picture of beauty. I wished I was wearing sexy stiletto heels, and I wished I’d done a few hundred extra sessions at the gym for this moment, so my calves would be perfectly toned and I’d be some improved version of myself. But in the way Josh always knew me better than anyone, he intuited my thoughts and put me at ease.

“You’re spectacular,” he said, getting up to grab the lavender body lotion from the bedside table and pour a dollop into his hand. He massaged it into my foot, rubbing the arch and each of my tired toes. Amazing. I felt myself crumpling at his touch.

Then he took off the other shoe and dug his strong fingers in there too, dissolving all the aches and replacing them with a sensual calm that carried up my legs.

“You have no idea how good that feels,” I said.

“There are a lot of nerve endings in your feet.”

“I think you’re hitting my nerve endings everywhere.”

Josh started with one foot and worked his way up, kissing one leg, stopping at the knee and looking momentarily up at me. I nodded, unable to articulate words. I tipped my head back, leaning onto my elbows, and felt the heat in my body surge with each light swish of his tongue against my skin.

This is your friend. This is wrong.

Stop thinking. This is so right.

I reached for him, fisting my hands in his hair and closing my eyes, feeling every nerve ending explode as he bent to kiss my inner thigh. Then he repeated the slow, exquisite march up my other leg, stopping at the apex of my thighs and kissing me through the silk fabric of my panties, which were already moist with my desire.

It’s too much. I can’t. I want to… but…

I pushed myself up abruptly and Josh looked at me. “Is this okay?” he asked. “Are you okay?”

I nodded, but the ticking time bomb of my brain was about to explode because I wasn’t allowing it to process anything. “Is it crazy that I’m nervous?”

“No. But it’s you and me.”

“I like you and me.”

“I like us too,” he said.

“I’m still nervous.”

“Tell me if you want to stop. There’s no rush.”

I shook my head, brushing his hair back with my hand and looking into his grey-green eyes. Not when being with him felt this good.

I didn’t want to stop. Ever.

His hands reached up to the waistband of my thong and eased it down slowly. He parted my legs a little more and he worked his way up my thigh again, with tiny soft kisses and flicks of his tongue. I felt a quiet moan build in my chest.

He ran a hand higher up my leg, and as his lips brushed the crease between my leg and hip, he slipped a finger inside me, moving it gently. He spread my legs a little wider and rested my knee over his shoulder, continuing to swirl a finger, then two, and bringing that moan to the surface.

I felt my back arch and my brains scramble a little bit more as his mouth moved to where his finger had been. I stopped thinking. He flicked his tongue again and again, which took me to higher and higher places. I loved how he knew exactly where to touch me with his fingertips, his lips, his tongue. He spread my legs a little wider and sucked lightly until I moaned with the sheer pleasure of abandoning my need to think and soaking up the exquisite feeling of his tongue and what it was doing to me. I looked down and saw him watching me, enjoying my slow unraveling. I’d never been completely comfortable losing myself with another person. I liked to be in control. But I trusted him and it allowed me to let go, to experience every shudder, to let him make me feel this good.

“Oh my God… yes… there… yes… Josh,” I cried out as his mouth and his tongue brought wave after wave of shivering ecstasy. The feeling overtook me as I started to come, my hands in his hair, my brain a dizzy mess.

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