Page 42 of Until Joy

“Again?”

“Again, and again and again,” I answered.

“What are you saying, Joy?”

“There was a reason I brought my bigger purse tonight. I needed to pack moisturizer, a toothbrush and clean panties.”

I watched his eyes widen, then go half-mast.

“I like a woman who’s prepared. You just keep showing me different sides of yourself that make me like you more and more.”

“Wanna go to your bedroom and see if I can impress you even more?” I asked with what I hoped was a sexy grin.

Even in the moonlight, I could see his hazel eyes get dark, and his slow smile made my stomach flip over. Graham moved his thigh so that it pressed against my core, and I jerked upward, trying to catch more of the sparks that his motion was causing deep inside me, where I ached.

“Stop teasing,” I begged.

“But you respond so well.” His leg pushed higher and harder, grinding against me. The lace of my panties was scraping against my clit. It was a friction that was unimaginable.

“You like that?”

“Graham, it’s too much. I want to go to the bedroom. I want you inside me,” I cried.

“Are you saying you don’t want to come?”

He followed up with that question by pulling down the top of my dress and sucking my nipple into the hot cavern of his mouth as he ground his thigh against me in the most glorious way.

“So close,” I cried.

Then he scraped my nipple with his teeth, and it was game over.

“Graham,” I screamed. It was the only word that mattered. The word that encapsulated every ounce of pleasure I was feeling—all my wants, all my needs.

I screamed his name again, as I tumbled over into bliss. Melting into the moment, I realized I was lost and shattered.

“Now the bedroom.”

I vaguely heard the words. Graham’s heat lifted off me and I heard a sound of protest…that I soon realized was me. Then I was in his arms, and I smiled because I could snuggle against his chest.

Orgasms and cuddles.

This was the life.

Soon I was in his bedroom. I didn’t have to look or be told. It smelled like him, clean and crisp. But underlying it all, there was a whisper of something dark and dangerous, the mix of his own chemistry, sweat and pure masculinity. I drank it in.

He moved me so that I slid down his front until my bare feet touched his rug and I was looking up at him.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered.

“I was just thinking the same thing.” I smiled.

“What? That you’re beautiful?”

I loved the twinkle in his eye.

I spread my arms and did a pirouette. “Yep, that’s exactly what I was thinking. I’m beautiful, and you’re gorgeous.” I pulled on the collar of his dress shirt, forcing his head down so I could steal a kiss.

He chuckled and nipped at my bottom lip, making me shiver.