Page 60 of Surprised By Love

I pull the fabric of her sweater down from her neck, exposing a red lace bra. I swear under my breath when I see it and take no time pulling it to the side to release her hard and sensitive bud. “God, you’re gorgeous.”

My mouth waters as I take in her beautiful, full breasts. I never thought of myself as a boob man, but I think at this moment I’ve been transformed.

I can’t wait any longer for a taste. My tongue darts out and licks across her taut nipple. She throws her head back and moans. I wrap my lips around it, sucking and licking. My other hand squeezing and pulling at the other nipple to not let it go without. I nip at it, and she jumps off my lap.

I grab at her waist, spinning her around so she’s straddling me. I want her to know what she’s doing to me, so when she settles down onto my lap, I thrust up. Leaving no doubt in her mind.

“Josh,” Sam whispers, and her lips are back on mine. I fist my hand in her raven locks and plunge my tongue in deeper. She’s grinding on me now. I swear if she keeps going, I might go off like a teen watching a porno for the first time.

Kissing Sam is like something I haven’t felt in a long time. I never thought I would feel like this again.

Our tongues are in a battle for control, giving and taking, swirling around like swords in a duel. I’ll be damned if I let her win.

I tighten the grip on her hair; she moans in my mouth and I love the sound. I want more. I want this woman so damn much it’s killing me. I’m surprised my dick hasn’t exploded, it’s so damn hard it could break glass. There’s nothing more I want than to be inside this woman, but don’t want to scare her away.

In the back of my SUV wouldn’t be the ideal place for our first time, but if she wants this as much as I do, I’m not sure I could stop it. I pull my lips away from hers. “Look at me, baby.”

I see desire in her eyes, but I also see worry or hesitation and I know what I need to do. I don’t want to be a prick and take her here in my car and have her resent me or regret any of this. She has to be sure.

My heart beats wildly, and I take a deep breath, trying to force it to slow down. This is going to kill me to say, but it’s the right thing to do. “We need to stop.”

“What? Why?” Her chest rising and falling as she catches her breath.

“Not like this.”

She rights herself, pulling her bra back over her delicious breasts. Swinging her leg back over and scooting over so she’s sitting beside me, but not before I see the hurt in her eyes.

“Hey,” I say, cupping her chin and turning her face to mine. “I don’t want to rush things with you. I want to get to know you. You and Amelia. This is our first date, and I don’t want you to have any regrets.”

She narrows her gaze and looks me in the eye as if she’s deciding if I’m sincere. A soft smile crosses her lips. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me. I’m kicking my own ass right now.”

She giggles. “Seriously. Thank you. You don’t know how much that means to me. For you to stop when you clearly want more.”

“Oh, I want more, but there will be lots of time for that. Trust me, you are not getting rid of me that easily.”

She smiles a coy smile, and I bring my lips to her for a soft kiss. “What do you say we head over to Tucker’s for a drink? I’m not ready for this date to be over.”

She nods. “Sounds good to me.”

Sam

We pull into the parking lot of Tucker’s and I smile, excited to be spending more time with Josh. He finds a spot and tells me to wait as he jumps out of the car and rushes over to my side.

I take this time to lower the visor and look at myself in the mirror, checking to make sure any whisker burn that may have shown up on my pale skin has faded by now. I sigh in relief when my neck looks clear.

Josh opens the door and lifts a hand to help me out. I smile down at him, my cheeks warming. How can this man make me feel so special just by opening the car door for me? But he does, and I’m enjoying how it feels. He closes the door behind me, placing the palm of his hand on my lower back as he escorts me to the front door.

Josh opens the door. “Ladies first.”

Butterflies erupt in my stomach. I wasn’t sure what to expect. Tucker’s is a firefighter and police hangout. I’ve never been here before. Before turning the legal drinking age, I left town. I had always wondered what this place was like, but it’s nothing like I had imagined.

Edison bulbs hang from the ceiling, casting a soft glow, and the dark brick walls hold pictures of firefighters and police officers throughout the years.

“The Friday night crowd is here in full force I see,” Josh says as he steps inside.

“Is it always this busy?” I say, looking around at the packed bar. People vying for seats at the bar and the high top tables.

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