Page 78 of My Best Friend's Mardi Gras Wedding

His appraisal made her want to arch her back and stretch like her cats did when she told them they were pretty.And in anticipation of being petted.

But Josh’s hands didn’t go to her breasts or her hard, aching nipples.He hooked his middle fingers in the top of her panties and skimmed them down her legs, tossing them off the side of the bed.

And just likethatshe was completely naked.

“Damn, girl.”There was that drawl again.

Tori felt the aching move swiftly from her nipples to her pussy and she shifted on the smooth sheets.She definitely needed to be petted.If he wasn’t careful, she was going to purr too.

“Touch me,” she said softly.“Please.”

“NothingI’d rather do.”He went back on one elbow, lying beside her, and lifted a hand to her face though, cupping her cheek.“You’re so beautiful.”

He’d called her adorable and sweet, but right now there was nothing about the look in his eyes that was as gentle and innocent as that.He was looking at her like he wanted to devour her.

“Are you a virgin?”he asked, stroking his thumb along her jaw.

She hadn’t been expecting that question.“Do I seem like a virgin?”she asked, actually curious.

He hesitated, then gave her one of his grins.“I don’t know if there’s a good answer to that.”

She grinned.“I seem like one, right?”

“Let’s just say, I wouldn’t be surprised either way?”He definitely made that sound like a question.

Tori shifted her legs on the sheets, wanting his hands on her but knowing they had to have this discussion too.“It’s hard to imagine me getting past pig poop to a bedroom?”

He chuckled.“It’s hard to imagine these guys you keep describing being smart enough to get you into a bedroom.”

She smirked up at him.“That was a pretty smooth answer.”

He ran his hand down over her hip, making tingles dance down her leg and up to her nipples.“I would love it if I was your first.”

His gruff answer, combined with the heat and affection in his eyes, amped those tingles up.“Damn, now I wish youweremy first.”

“I’m not?”

“Sorry.”

“Me too.”

They smiled at each other for a long moment.

“But you’re the first in a long time,” she finally offered.

He ran his hand up and down her hip again, the calluses on his palm sending delicious shivers of desire through her.“How long?”

She wet her lips, trying to lie still and just talk when she really wanted to grab his hand and press it against her throbbing clit.“Uh, a couple of years.”

His eyebrows went up.“Yeah?”He sounded hopeful.

She nodded.“Yeah.”

He seemed to think about that.“Okay, that’s pretty good.”

“It’sgood?I haven’t had sex in two and a half years, Josh,” she said.“How is that good?”

“Two anda half?”he asked, leaning in closer, his hand moving again.

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