Page 44 of Wingwoman
His gaze captured mine, gleaming with something I couldn’t quite read. His eyes had about fifteen different shades of blue in them and stubble peppered his sharp jaw.
I usually hated stubble on men. It was almost always sharp and prickly, like how I’d imagine kissing a cactus might feel. But on Josh, it looked soft and sleepy.
Silence engulfed us, but unlike most times, it wasn’t uncomfortable. I didn’t feel awkward. The moment was thick, lingering in the air like heady cigar smoke.
I should take a step back from Josh.
Why couldn’t I step back?
It was like my feet were cemented to this dirt.
And yet, the heated look he was giving me spurred something inside of me like a shot of adrenaline right to my heart.
For several seconds, I allowed myself to stare at the beautifully sculpted landscape of his face. My brain stuttered, not knowing what to make of his crystal blue eyes, his deep, charming dimples, or his carved cheekbones, high enough to give most supermodels a run for their money.
I wasn’t only looking at him… I was letting myself trulyseehim for the first time.
His eyes crinkled in concern and he lifted his hand to my cheek and brushed cool fingers across my heated flesh.
I almost leaned into his touch, but thank God, his question stopped me. “Are you dizzy? How’s your head?”
The questions pulled me out of my daze. “I’m fine,” I said, snapping out of it and stepping back.
Unfortunately, Cash was seated right behind me and with a yelp, I went tumbling backwards as the dog hopped up and barked a warning at me.
Then Josh’s hands were there around my waist, catching me.
Yanking me toward him.
Flush to his chest.
And I became fully aware of the fact that I hadn’t bothered putting on a bra yet, since I figured there was no way in hell anyone else would be awake yet.
I knew Josh was strong, of course. Muscular. But here, pressed against him, I had a newfound appreciation for those muscles. His chest was sturdy and thick, his stomach flat, but I could feel the lined ridges of a six-pack outline through the thin cotton of his shirt.
My pulse tripped over itself as his fingers tightened at my waist, his gaze settled firmly on my mouth as our chests heaved against each other with each heavy breath. Then one of his hands lifted, cupping the back of my neck.
He was going to kiss me.
Oh my god, he’s going to kiss me.
And what was more startling? I wanted him to.
Reading the moment, Chestnut gave a frustrated exhale and stretched her neck over the fence, bopping Josh between his shoulder blades.
His grin split, making those dimples appear. “Well, if you say so, Chestnut,” he said, his voice low and graveled.
Then, leaning down, he pressed his lips to mine.
Heat scorched a trail from where his tongue slid easily between my lips down my throat, landing in a molten fireball at my core. The moan slipped easily from my mouth, buzzing against his lips.
His potent scent surrounded me and I could taste the remnants of peppermint from his toothpaste as he groaned and hugged me closer, deepening the kiss.
I gasped as his lips tore away from mine and instead he trailed little kisses and nibbles down my neck.
What am I doing?
“Giving in to the moment… for once in your life?” Josh offered, barely even removing his lips from my neck to answer the question I hadn't realized I’d asked out loud.
