Page 62 of Perfect Enough

“Poor Lou Lou. She just wants a relaxing walk.”

“That she does, but give her an open field, like the one that moose was wandering through, and she’ll show you what she’s made of.”

“Still not enough to beat ol’ Charlie, huh?”

He frowned. “Afraid not.”

I sighed. “I guess we’ll have to push our race back to another day and another horse, then.”

A wide smile erupted on his face as he looked at me. “I like that plan.”

My eyes met his, and something crackled between us.

Slowly, Josh stood, reached down and took my hand, drawing me up to face him. When he took a step closer, I could feel my heart pounding so loudly in my chest, I was sure he could hear it as well. He gently grasped my cheeks in his hands and let his eyes roam over my face.

“You’re so beautiful, Sophia. The more time I spend with you, the more I feel like…”

His words drifted off, and I reached up to take hold of his wrists, more to steady myself than anything.

“You feel what?” I asked breathily, sounding like I’d just run a marathon.

“I’m starting to develop feelings other than friendship.”

I swallowed. “I am as well.” Shaking my head slightly, I closed my eyes and opened them, only to be swept away by Josh’s intense gaze. “I mean, I’m feeling things. More than friendship. I’m even having dreams about you.”

“Dreams?” he asked, a crooked smile on his handsome face. “What kind of dreams?”

Chewing nervously on my lower lip, I whispered, “Well, we’re certainly more than friends in them.”

A wide smile broke across his face, and I felt my own lips giving way to a grin.

“Soph?”

“Yeah?”

“May I kiss you?”

I closed my eyes and moaned, “Yes, please.”

The moment his lips met mine, the air around us felt charged with electricity. For a hot second, I thought a storm was rolling in and it would thunder and lightning at any moment.

The kiss started slow, oh so slow. Josh took his time as he nibbled on my lips. Then he prompted me to open, and when our tongues met, I moaned in pure delight. He may be a virgin, but boy howdy, did this man know how to kiss.

My knees felt weak, and when his hands dropped from my face and his arms wrapped around my body, I nearly clawed at him to get closer. I could feel his desire for me pressing into my body as he drew me closer still.

“Sophia,” he whispered against my lips when he drew back slightly. “God, you taste better than I could have ever dreamed.”

His words echoed in my head as I attempted to get my wits about me. My eyes opened, and when I stared into his, I could’ve sworn I saw stars bursting in his gaze.

Then I whispered the only three words I could come up with. “Kiss me again.”

Chapter Fourteen

JOSH

I’d kissed plenty of women so far in my short life, but none of them—not one—could hold a candle to Sophia. I was still reeling from the first kiss when she asked me to kiss her again. And being the gentleman that I was, I obliged.

Leaning in, I captured her mouth with mine. This time, the kiss wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t two people learning one another for the first time. It was two people lost in their desire to know each otherwaymore intimately.

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