He stills. “For what?”
“For being here and looking after me. It means a lot.”
He turns me and kisses me gently on the lips. “Do you want to know a secret?” he asks.
I nod and smile.
“I don’t want to be anywhere else either,” he whispers.
Our eyes meet and my heart melts. I love this man.
I pull his face down to meet mine and I kiss him. My open lips linger over his and my tongue slowly invites him in. We kiss again, more deeply, more passionately, and I feel his erection grow up against my stomach. His hands move to hold my face and he kisses me urgently. My hands drop down his body to his hips and back up to the backs of his shoulders. His strength and the power of his body starts to take me to a place where I lose all coherent thought.
I pull back from him. “Let me wash you,” I whisper.
His tongue runs over his bottom lip as his gaze holds mine. I turn him away from me and start to soap up his back. I swallow in awe-Joshua’s body is perfect, never have I seen such a perfect male specimen. I can see every muscle in his back, his buttocks are rock hard and, Abbie’s right, I could very well grate cheese on that stomach. He stands with his hands, above his head, resting on the top of the shower screen. My hands run freely over his back and I am starting to feel my pulse between my legs, hear my heartbeat in my ears. I bend and wash his legs, over his buttocks and then I turn him around to face me. Water is beading all over him and his eyes are on my lips. My eyes drop to the perfect muscle between his legs. Rock hard and ready for action as it lies up against his stomach. God, he’s so beautiful. I hold his eyes with mine as I re-soap my hands and drop my hands to between his legs. His breath catches as I take his lips in mine and stroke him upwards towards his face. He kisses me deeper and I stroke again, deeper this time, more urgent. He groans and takes hold of my face as his tongue takes possession of my mouth. My god, he’s so hot. I start to fist him deeply and he groans as he watches me, his mouth hanging slack as he breathes heavily. His eyes close and I really let him have it, my hand stroking him hard and long, my tongue diving deeper with want. His arms are wrapped around me protectively and the hot water runs over our backs. His eyes start to close and I know he’s close.
He lurches forward and grabs hold of my behind. “Tash,” he whispers into my neck.
I put the palm of my hand over the end of his shaft and pull him hard into it with my other hand, signifying hitting the inside end of me.
“Tash,” he whispers as he lurches forward and I kiss him deeply again.
“Come for me baby,” I whisper.
His eyes roll back in his head and he groans from his stomach as he comes in a rush into my hand. I smile a triumphant smile into our kiss, that’s it, that’s it. I keep gently stroking him to empty him completely as he kisses me tenderly. He rests his head into the crook of my neck as he breathes heavily, and I can feel his heart beating hard in his chest.
He lifts his head and looks at me and I smile. He kisses me again as he pushes the hair back from my face. His hands drop down my body. “Your turn,” he whispers.
I shake my head and pull back from his grip as I continue kissing him.
“This isn’t about turns, Josh,” I murmur through the kisses.
“What’s it about?” he frowns.
“Love,” I smile as I kiss him again. “This is about love.”
He smiles into my neck and cuddles me tightly.
“Remind me to comfort you from your nightmares more often,” he murmurs into my neck.
I laugh and shake my head as I open the shower door. “Get to bed, sex maniac.”
He smiles and smacks me hard on the ass as he brushes past me. “You know it, baby.”
Deja vu … Why, oh why, is it coming back to haunt me? I wish I was having it about Joshua telling me he loved me. But no, I am having it because I woke alone this morning. No note, no kiss, no goodbye. Just a memory of some intermittent tenderness last night … or did I dream that too? I am sitting in the cafeteria at the hospital where I work-it’s lunch time. My phone beeps a message and I look at the screen in hope. Jes-my heart drops.
Hi Doc
Can we have dinner tonight?
I frown. I do not want to have dinner with you, Jes; I want to have dinner with Joshua. I type him a message.
Sorry, I can’t.
My gran is sick and I am tied up at the moment.
I will call you in a few weeks.
A reply bounces back.
When?
I miss you.
I haven’t seen you for two weeks.
My stomach drops-he shouldn’t be missing me. We are just friends. I smile and text him back.
Ring up short and slutty Barbie.
Take her for dinner.
Unlike me, she will repay you with a head job.
I smile as I imagine him reading it. A message bounces back.
You drive a hard bargain.
X
Call me.