Page 86 of Surprised By Love

He takes my hands in his. “You will let me know if I do anything you don’t like,” he says, more of a command not a question and I don’t know why, but I think I like this domineering side of him.

“Okay,” I say in a whisper.

He brings one of my hands up to his face and kisses my palm. Then slowly kisses the inside of my wrist, his eyes never leaving mine. “This okay?”

I nod. Goosebumps rise to the surface as his lips trail up my arm to the inside of my elbow. “How about this?”

“Yes,” I whimper. I can feel the heat spreading throughout my body. I’m not sure if it’s from the way he is kissing my arm or the look in his ocean blue eyes that are now a deep blue.

He works his way up my arm until his lips are on my shoulder. “This?”

Again I nod, my head falling back as a quiet moan passes from my lips. “That’s it,” he says, his breath tickling my skin as he makes his way to my neck.

Derek was never concerned about my needs or how I was feeling. Josh is so attentive and we haven’t even done anything yet. I don’t know what else he has planned, but I can’t wait to find out.

His hand cups the back of my head, finally bringing my lips to his. His kiss is soft and torturous when his tongue darts in and out, teasing my lips but not entering. I lose my train of thought. How can I think straight when he’s kissing me like this?

My body pressed up against him. The sparks I felt while in the living room with him are nothing compared to the sparks that are going off all over my body right now. Everywhere he touches, I feel them moving through me, settling in my breasts and lower. It’s like he’s sending jolts of electricity through his fingertips.

He moves his hands up and down my back, slowly going lower with every pass. I’m anxiously waiting for his hand to reach my butt. But, it doesn’t happen. Instead, his hand raises and settles on the zipper at the back of my dress. “This okay?” he asks, his fingertips skimming the skin just above the zipper.

“Yes,” I suck in a breath when his lips once again settle on my bare shoulder.

He turns me around so my back is to him. “Good.” He lowers the zipper so torturously slow, I want to reach my hand behind my back and do it myself, but then I feel his hot breath on my back and his mouth against my skin. I lose all thought as his name comes out in a moan slipping free from my lips.

His hands reach for the dropped shoulders, and he brings his lips to my ear and whispers, “This okay?”

I nod. I couldn’t form words right now, even if I tried.

He lowers the dress down my arms, to my hips, and I hear what I think is a growl or a grunt from Josh when the dress passes over my ass, exposing the black lace panties I put on for tonight. That sound alone almost has me…

My dress pools at my feet and I suck in a breath as he unclasps my bra, letting it fall to the floor.

He turns me around, and his lips are on mine with soft, sweet kisses. I’m about to open my mouth to him when he scoops me up and lays me on the bed. It’s a good thing because I’m sure my knees were about to buckle if he continued this delicate torture.

He crawls onto the bed with me, and my hands go to his shirt. He grabs a hold of my hands. “Not yet.” His voice rumbles in his chest.

“But you’re still fully dressed.” I complain, my lower lip protruding out slightly.

He lets out a low chuckle and nips at my lip. “Shh. This isn’t about me.” He brings his lips back to mine for a quick kiss, then he’s on the move again.

Damn this man. I want to kiss him, but he’s all over the place. Not that I’m complaining. What he’s doing to me feels amazing, and I have never felt so cherished before in my life.

His lips trail across my shoulder to my collarbone, and I reach my hands out to run my fingers through his hair, but he stops and looks up at me.

“Not yet.” He shakes his head, a devilish grin spreads across his lips. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes, but I—”

“Shh. Can we put your hands above your head?” He chuckles. “I don’t know if I can trust you not to touch me.”

“But I want to touch you,” I plea.

“I know, baby. But right now, this is about you, not me.”

I nod, and he takes my hands and raises them above my head. “If you need to touch anything, grab a hold of the rails.” He motions to the open frame headboard and I automatically wonder if he’d bring out the cuffs if I don’t oblige.Where did that come from?I’ve done nothing like that before, but the way Josh is making me feel right now, I think I would let him if he asked.

“Do you feel comfortable enough to close your eyes?”

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