Josh shifted, pulling his hand away only to reach under her, sliding his hand into her panties once more, this time using two fingers to circle her slowly and she bucked against him in need.
Heather tried to roll to her back, but he wouldn’t let her, his body weight holding her still as he trapped her against the bed—against his relentless fingers, probing and teasing until she exploded in his hand, muffling her cries against her arms.
He let her recover, brushing kisses over her shoulder until her cries turned into heavy breaths, before flipping her over.
Josh’s mouth dropped to hers, kissing her wild and hot before pulling back slightly. “Tell me you have a condom.”
Heather managed to move her lethargic limbs to get at her nightstand, pulling out a box of condoms that hadn’t seen action in a very, very long time.
Josh pulled the condom from her hand before slowly pulling her toward him once more, his hand tangling in her hair as he kissed her thoroughly, lowering her slowly to her back.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered against her neck. “And I’ve wanted this so damn long.”
Heather pulled his mouth to hers. “Then let’s not wait any longer.”
She opened to him as he settled above her, waiting until she gave him her eyes before he slid inside her, slow and thick and hard.
“Jesus,” he whispered into her neck. “Jesus, 4C.”
He pulled his hips back slowly, and this time when he pushed forward, she arched to meet him, their bodies sliding together in perfect rhythm.
“Again,” she whispered. “More.”
He gave her more. He gave her everything, one arm hooked behind her neck, the other finding her center, two fingers rubbing over her clit until she was there, shattering against him, around him.
“Yes,” he said. “Heather—”
He let out a hoarse cry against her hair, his body bucking into hers, her hands on his ass, urging him on until he collapsed on top of her, a heavy, welcome weight.
And even in her postcoital bliss, Heather had the annoying realization that Josh Tanner was the best sex she’d ever had.
Her eyes flew open when she realized she’d said it aloud, but before embarrassment could sink in, he pressed his lips gently to hers. “Right back at you, 4C.”
She smiled happily, her fingers drifting over his shoulder as he settled his head beside hers on the pillow.
But as postorgasmic bliss slowly faded and reality crept in, Heather realized that far from scratching the itch, she had never wanted him more.
Dangerous territory for a man who made it very clear he wasn’t playing for keeps.
Chapter Twenty
HEATHER WOKE UP TO a large male hand on her breast and a large male penis against her butt.
Even before sleep had totally faded, she rolled her eyes and turned toward Josh, but he scooted closer, keeping her back to him.
“Stay,” he ordered. “I don’t want you to start fussing about morning breath and early-morning details.”
“The only early-morning detail I’m caring about at the moment is coffee,” she grumbled.
His thumb flicked over her nipple, and she sucked in a breath.
“Coffee first,” she said, wrapping her fingers around his wrist and trying to pull his hand away.
His hand slid down her body, a finger sliding between her legs.
In about ten seconds, she was wet and squirming against him.
“Coffee first, or . . .”
“Coffee second,” she said on a gasp as two fingers slipped inside her. “Coffee second.”
Josh reached over her head and grabbed a condom—their fourth—and put it on, before hooking a hand behind her knee.
He lifted her leg slightly and positioned himself, pausing for a heartbeat before plunging inside her.
It was good. Always so good.
“Damn you,” she said on a gasp.
“Touch yourself for me,” he ordered, lifting onto his elbow as he looked over her shoulder and down the length of her.
Heather bit her lip. She wasn’t unadventurous in bed, but she usually felt a hell of a lot braver when it wasn’t the early morning with sunlight displaying imperfections and all.
Josh’s mouth dropped to the sensitive spot where her shoulder met her neck, and he licked her lightly. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered.