don't you think?"
She flipped her hand to twine her fingers with his. Gliding forward, she trapped their linked hands between them, her breasts flattening against the warm, hard wall of his chest. Her body writhed of its own volition in a sinuous arch against him, bringing her lips closer.
"I think you want me, too," she whispered against his mouth before her other hand slid to his lap and found... Oh, yeah. Her smile caressed him. "I know you want me."
"That's never been in question."
"Then what is it?"
"Your timing. I'm not clear on your reasoning."
Great. She wanted Josh and he wanted logic.
Still, with the throbbing evidence of his arousal under her hand, she couldn't help but be touched by the fact that he was holding back for her. "I wish I could give you some fabulously brilliant Einstein-esque explanation, but I can't. I only know that this life-and-death-struggle business has pushed aside boundaries for me. Will they be in place again once we return to the real world? I hope not. But what if we don't get the chance to find out? What if now is all we have? I want now, Josh. I want you."
His already impressive arousal twitched in her hand, which she took as a definite endorsement to continue. She stroked upward to his chest until her palm landed on his heart again, perhaps just as strong an indicator of his intent as his erection.
"And how can you be sure this is right for you?" he asked, his heart slugging against her fingers.
"Maybe there's something liberating about knowing you don't have certain—" awkward moment alert! "
—physical expectations from me. It seems like now I can just enjoy what I enjoy, the process, and not worry about the rest. While I know this isn't the most festive of settings, something about the season just makes me hopeful that maybe we can work things out. Could we try to believe that for now?"
His heart continued to thud an affirmative against her fingers. If only his brain and mouth would join in.
Alicia watched the war in his bottle-green eyes, until... She saw that glint, the glimmer of a man challenged. Yes. She canted forward.
He raised a hand between them. "We need to set some ground rules."
Good God, the man was going to talk her to death. What in the world was up with that? A guy wanting to talk while the woman wanted to jump in the sack before she had time to think. "Why can't we be impulsive? You're messing with the mood here."
He trailed a lone finger along the length of her nose, down to tap the upturned tip. "The mood's going to take care of itself just fine in a few minutes."
"Really?" She wanted to believe that. So much.
"Yes. But not if we go about this the same way we have before."
"I'm not following you."
"Before, you kept secrets. I may be a few IQ points ahead of the rest of the curve, but I'm not a mind reader. I need you to tell me what you want."
Big-time awkward alert. "But you're experienced."
He didn't deny it, the jerk. "The most important thing a guy can learn from experience is that every woman is different. And by the way, I don't want to talk about any other woman except you."
Okay, not a total jerk. "Fair enough. I'm not interested in hearing about them, either."
"Good. Now, on to my ground rules before either of us ends up on our back." His emerald eyes flashed with a sensual intent that seared her from the inside out. "No secrets. Tell me what you want. Exactly. In detail."
Gulp. "What about you?"
"I can guarantee that the sound of your voice telling me what your body craves will be damned near enough to send me over the edge."
Her heart rate stuttered. "Maybe I'm not sure what I want." She forced herself not to look away—or fidget—or do any of those telling vulnerable impulses itching at her. "I know you don't want to talk about past experience or who else we've been with, but there hasn't been that much for me. Just him, and one other before, uh, briefly."
She risked a glance up and caught the quick flash of surprise an
She flipped her hand to twine her fingers with his. Gliding forward, she trapped their linked hands between them, her breasts flattening against the warm, hard wall of his chest. Her body writhed of its own volition in a sinuous arch against him, bringing her lips closer.
"I think you want me, too," she whispered against his mouth before her other hand slid to his lap and found... Oh, yeah. Her smile caressed him. "I know you want me."
"That's never been in question."
"Then what is it?"
"Your timing. I'm not clear on your reasoning."
Great. She wanted Josh and he wanted logic.
Still, with the throbbing evidence of his arousal under her hand, she couldn't help but be touched by the fact that he was holding back for her. "I wish I could give you some fabulously brilliant Einstein-esque explanation, but I can't. I only know that this life-and-death-struggle business has pushed aside boundaries for me. Will they be in place again once we return to the real world? I hope not. But what if we don't get the chance to find out? What if now is all we have? I want now, Josh. I want you."
His already impressive arousal twitched in her hand, which she took as a definite endorsement to continue. She stroked upward to his chest until her palm landed on his heart again, perhaps just as strong an indicator of his intent as his erection.
"And how can you be sure this is right for you?" he asked, his heart slugging against her fingers.
"Maybe there's something liberating about knowing you don't have certain—" awkward moment alert! "
—physical expectations from me. It seems like now I can just enjoy what I enjoy, the process, and not worry about the rest. While I know this isn't the most festive of settings, something about the season just makes me hopeful that maybe we can work things out. Could we try to believe that for now?"
His heart continued to thud an affirmative against her fingers. If only his brain and mouth would join in.
Alicia watched the war in his bottle-green eyes, until... She saw that glint, the glimmer of a man challenged. Yes. She canted forward.
He raised a hand between them. "We need to set some ground rules."
Good God, the man was going to talk her to death. What in the world was up with that? A guy wanting to talk while the woman wanted to jump in the sack before she had time to think. "Why can't we be impulsive? You're messing with the mood here."
He trailed a lone finger along the length of her nose, down to tap the upturned tip. "The mood's going to take care of itself just fine in a few minutes."
"Really?" She wanted to believe that. So much.
"Yes. But not if we go about this the same way we have before."
"I'm not following you."
"Before, you kept secrets. I may be a few IQ points ahead of the rest of the curve, but I'm not a mind reader. I need you to tell me what you want."
Big-time awkward alert. "But you're experienced."
He didn't deny it, the jerk. "The most important thing a guy can learn from experience is that every woman is different. And by the way, I don't want to talk about any other woman except you."
Okay, not a total jerk. "Fair enough. I'm not interested in hearing about them, either."
"Good. Now, on to my ground rules before either of us ends up on our back." His emerald eyes flashed with a sensual intent that seared her from the inside out. "No secrets. Tell me what you want. Exactly. In detail."
Gulp. "What about you?"
"I can guarantee that the sound of your voice telling me what your body craves will be damned near enough to send me over the edge."
Her heart rate stuttered. "Maybe I'm not sure what I want." She forced herself not to look away—or fidget—or do any of those telling vulnerable impulses itching at her. "I know you don't want to talk about past experience or who else we've been with, but there hasn't been that much for me. Just him, and one other before, uh, briefly."
She risked a glance up and caught the quick flash of surprise an
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