lips were already parted and inviting. He accepted the
invitation.
The tiny pulse at Lexa's throat fluttered. Josh's lips
peppered kisses down her throat to her breast where his breath erected her
nipple. He rubbed his chin against the bud. When he took the hardened rosy
tip into his mouth and rolled it around on his tongue, she felt like a tornado
looking for place to spin. Her hands searched through his thick black hair to
his scalp and massaged in a rhythmic pattern in keeping with his mouth as he
owned the crest of her breast.
When his tongue flicked out, circling the peak, she arched
upward offering him more. "Oh, Josh. That feels so good."
Lexa needed to show Josh she loved him, to incite in him the
same feelings he was inciting in her. She'd decided to take tonight, each
precious moment, and live it to its fullest. Because she didn't know what
would come after tonight, what would come after he knew...
She blanked out thoughts of the future and pushed on his
shoulder until he received her message. He reached for the condom, slid it on,
then laid back. Each of her movements was measured and provocative as she
curled on her side next to him. Her knee rubbed his hair-roughened thigh as
her fingers sketched playful designs on his chest. She pecked at his shoulder,
stopped to gently tug at a nipple and nipped at his tight abdomen with her
teeth. Her hands were busy fondling and stroking the velvet landscape that was
the most tender.
"Sweetheart," he rasped. "I can't hold on
much longer." She raised her head and with graceful movement, straddled
his legs. His hands spanned her slim waist then guided her hips until their
bodies fused.
The heart of Lexa's womanhood tensed, relaxed, tensed again
until neither of them could control the fire that was consuming them both.
Lexa gloried in each nuance of contact as she watched Josh's eyes. She let him
set the rhythm, knowing she could explode at any moment. She moved in
counterpoint against him, allowing him to thrust deeper and deeper until they
composed their own symphony of light and motion and sound that climaxed to a
mighty crescendo in a final blinding crash of symbols. A shower of shudders
rippled through her body as she heard Josh's cry of fulfillment seconds after
her own.
***
Lexa nestled in the crook of Josh's arm feeling more loved
than she'd ever felt. He hadn't said the words, nor had she. But the feeling
was there.
Josh tightened his arm around Lexa and she turned toward
him. "The pot roast is going to be overdone."
"Does it matter?"
She ran her finger along his cheekbone. "No."
He passed his hand over her hip. "I hope that was as
wonderful for you as it was for me."
"It was."
Josh's eyes darkened. "How long do you think we have
until the pot roast disintegrates?"
She rubbed her and over his chest. "How long do we
need?"
His voice was husky. "All night."
"Josh, would you like to come home with me for
Thanksgiving? I don't want to take you away from Clare, but I'd like you to
meet Dani. She's going to tell Dad about the baby."
Josh looked pleased. "I think Clare will understand.
She and her housemates are inviting a few friends from the senior center who
don't have family nearby." He kissed Lexa's forehead. "I want to be
part of your life. I'd like to go home with you."
"Maybe we can have supper with Clare before we go. I
just thought, isn't the Friday after Thanksgiving your busiest day of the
year? I was going to stay until Sunday..."
"I have competent employees and an excellent
manager." He tipped up her chin. "You're more important."
If she hadn't been in love with Josh before, that would have
done it. She wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a long, tender
kiss.
He rolled her over on her back and muttered, "To hell
with the pot roast."
***
Lexa headed for a meeting at the senior center, thinking
about Josh. She'd told him she'd join him at his
invitation.
The tiny pulse at Lexa's throat fluttered. Josh's lips
peppered kisses down her throat to her breast where his breath erected her
nipple. He rubbed his chin against the bud. When he took the hardened rosy
tip into his mouth and rolled it around on his tongue, she felt like a tornado
looking for place to spin. Her hands searched through his thick black hair to
his scalp and massaged in a rhythmic pattern in keeping with his mouth as he
owned the crest of her breast.
When his tongue flicked out, circling the peak, she arched
upward offering him more. "Oh, Josh. That feels so good."
Lexa needed to show Josh she loved him, to incite in him the
same feelings he was inciting in her. She'd decided to take tonight, each
precious moment, and live it to its fullest. Because she didn't know what
would come after tonight, what would come after he knew...
She blanked out thoughts of the future and pushed on his
shoulder until he received her message. He reached for the condom, slid it on,
then laid back. Each of her movements was measured and provocative as she
curled on her side next to him. Her knee rubbed his hair-roughened thigh as
her fingers sketched playful designs on his chest. She pecked at his shoulder,
stopped to gently tug at a nipple and nipped at his tight abdomen with her
teeth. Her hands were busy fondling and stroking the velvet landscape that was
the most tender.
"Sweetheart," he rasped. "I can't hold on
much longer." She raised her head and with graceful movement, straddled
his legs. His hands spanned her slim waist then guided her hips until their
bodies fused.
The heart of Lexa's womanhood tensed, relaxed, tensed again
until neither of them could control the fire that was consuming them both.
Lexa gloried in each nuance of contact as she watched Josh's eyes. She let him
set the rhythm, knowing she could explode at any moment. She moved in
counterpoint against him, allowing him to thrust deeper and deeper until they
composed their own symphony of light and motion and sound that climaxed to a
mighty crescendo in a final blinding crash of symbols. A shower of shudders
rippled through her body as she heard Josh's cry of fulfillment seconds after
her own.
***
Lexa nestled in the crook of Josh's arm feeling more loved
than she'd ever felt. He hadn't said the words, nor had she. But the feeling
was there.
Josh tightened his arm around Lexa and she turned toward
him. "The pot roast is going to be overdone."
"Does it matter?"
She ran her finger along his cheekbone. "No."
He passed his hand over her hip. "I hope that was as
wonderful for you as it was for me."
"It was."
Josh's eyes darkened. "How long do you think we have
until the pot roast disintegrates?"
She rubbed her and over his chest. "How long do we
need?"
His voice was husky. "All night."
"Josh, would you like to come home with me for
Thanksgiving? I don't want to take you away from Clare, but I'd like you to
meet Dani. She's going to tell Dad about the baby."
Josh looked pleased. "I think Clare will understand.
She and her housemates are inviting a few friends from the senior center who
don't have family nearby." He kissed Lexa's forehead. "I want to be
part of your life. I'd like to go home with you."
"Maybe we can have supper with Clare before we go. I
just thought, isn't the Friday after Thanksgiving your busiest day of the
year? I was going to stay until Sunday..."
"I have competent employees and an excellent
manager." He tipped up her chin. "You're more important."
If she hadn't been in love with Josh before, that would have
done it. She wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a long, tender
kiss.
He rolled her over on her back and muttered, "To hell
with the pot roast."
***
Lexa headed for a meeting at the senior center, thinking
about Josh. She'd told him she'd join him at his
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