Jilted: Promise Harbor, Book 1 (22 page)

“Know what would make it even better?”

“What?”

“Licking it off your body.”

Her eyes darkened and her eyelids went heavy. “Mmm.”

“And then drinking the rest of it while we have a bath in my tub.”

Her lips parted, and he caught the hungry gleam in her eyes. “That sounds…zinful.”

“Cute. Take off your clothes.”

Chapter Fifteen

He took her glass of wine from her and set it on the bedside table, holding her gaze the entire time. She rose and slowly pulled her T-shirt over her head, then undid her jeans. She shifted her hips from side to side as she pushed them down, and Josh’s eyes darkened. She smiled.

“You too,” she said softly, and he reached behind his neck and yanked his own T-shirt off. Soon they were both naked and stretched out on the bed, legs entwined, bodies pressed together. He kissed her jaw, opened his mouth on the side of her neck and gently sucked, then shifted his body lower to lick a trail of heat over her throat. He kissed her chest, then her breasts. Excitement once again pooled low down inside her, warmth spreading through her body. He cupped one breast and lifted it to his mouth, and when his lips closed over the tender tip, a shudder of pleasure shook her to her core. He suckled at it with firm pressure, sending currents of sensation between her thighs. Her hands came up to his head, holding him there at her breast as he moved from one nipple to the other, grazing her with his teeth, then closing his lips over her tightened flesh. Her breasts felt swollen and heavy, her pelvis achy with need.

“You have such beautiful breasts,” he murmured, kissing the inner curve of one. “Such pretty nipples.” His tongue licked over one of them, and she shivered at both his words and his touch.

He rolled away from her, and she watched in a daze as he reached for the glass of red wine. Then he dipped his fingers into the wine and rubbed them over one nipple. The cool wetness made her flesh pucker up even more. He bent his head to lick over her breast, his eyes heavy-lidded as he tasted her and the wine.

“Mmm,” he murmured. “I was right.”

He let drops of wine fall from his fingertips onto the other breast and licked and sucked it too, until she was writhing with need. Then he kissed between her breasts and shifted his body lower still, kissing her tummy, her navel, and then the patch of hair at the apex of her thighs.

Her body tightened in anticipation, every nerve ending electrified, and a whimper slipped past her lips.

“Wanna taste you, baby,” he said against the skin of her hip. He still held the wineglass and lifted it. Was he going to actually pour it on her? Because that was going to make a really big mess. But no…

“I’ll save that for when we’re in the tub,” he murmured, setting the glass back on the table.

He licked the crease at her groin, and then his big hands landed on her inner thighs and gently parted them. She looked down her body at his head and wide shoulders between her legs, and her stomach did another lusty flip.

He took his time, drawing out the expectation, building the hunger inside her as she struggled to draw air into her lungs. He studied her with an absorbed expression on his face, just visible in the shadowy bedroom, and her insides twisted while heat built in her womb. Then he lowered his head and pressed a kiss to her folds, a soft, closed-mouth kiss, then another and another down the seam.

“So soft.” His voice came to her ears through a fog of delight. He brushed his fingertips over her. “Love that you’re still bare here. Your skin is just so soft.”

He’d been the one who convinced her to wax there, and now she was glad she’d kept with it.

His thumbs parted her then, and his kisses grew deeper, his mouth opening on her and sucking gently, one side, then the other, his tongue brushing over her sensitive flesh. He licked up. Then down. Slowly. Tasting her. Her clit ached, but he didn’t touch it, just licked around it, then tongued his way back down. He dipped into her opening, rubbed his tongue over swollen tissues there, nibbled at her thighs, kissed his way back up.

“God, Dev. I love how wet you get.” He lapped again at her with agonizing gentleness, her entire body buzzing now with the need for a firmer touch. More soft sounds escaped her, little, begging sounds. “And you taste so sweet.” He licked more.

She lifted her hips in needy supplication, and he slipped his hands beneath her butt and held her there. Her legs fell open wide as he lifted her to his mouth. She closed her eyes and her head sank into the pillow as she lost herself in the feel of his tongue sliding over her flesh, his fingers digging into her ass, his whiskers abrading her thighs. Sensation whipped through her body. “Please,” she managed to cry. “Please, Josh.”

She felt his smile against her, his tongue pushing deep inside her again, so good, but not quite enough, not deep enough, not hard enough, and her clit pulsed with maddening exigency. She dug her fingers into his hair, her nails scraping on his scalp, and his groan rumbled against her.

One of his thumbs slipped into her cream, then rubbed down from her vagina, and she jerked against his hands and his mouth, and again cried out.

“Sssh,” he murmured. “Sssh. You like this.”

God, she did, so much. Nobody else had ever touched her there, before Josh or after him, and her entire body seized with excitement. Her head rolled on the pillow, and her hands moved to her breasts.

“Oh god yeah,” he groaned. “That’s so hot. Touch yourself, baby.”

She plucked at her nipples as he ate her with lips and tongue and teeth and then finally, dear god,
finally
, he licked over her straining clit. She gasped. As he tongued the sensitive nub back and forth, his thumb teased, and pleasure intensified, multiplied. A small wail fell from her lips. Heat coiled inside her, hot and tight, twisting and building, hotter and higher, her entire body consumed with it. His thumb inside her moved, sending sparkles of sensation surging through her body. She squeezed her breasts, Josh’s tongue on her clit creating buzzing heat in her veins, spreading from her center to her fingertips and toes and scalp.

“Don’t stop,” she gasped. “Please don’t stop…just…like…that…” And with another low wail, the pleasure reached its peak and she went over, her hips lifting, her heels digging into the mattress. Wave after wave of sensation washed over her, and she couldn’t stop the noises she made as she came against his mouth. He kept up the pressure on her clit, prolonging the orgasm almost painfully, until her body lay limp and exhausted.

He kissed her thighs, her hips, her tummy again, making soft, appreciative noises as he moved back up her body and then finally kissed her mouth. She tasted herself as her tongue slid over his, and she moaned. His hand pushed into her hair, and he pressed his cheek against hers.

“Jesus,” he muttered. “You’re amazing.”

“I’m amazing?” She could barely form words, could barely lift her eyelids. “You’re the one who just took me apart. Jeebus Crust.”

“Okay. That made me so fucking hard. Need a condom.”

“Did you get some?”

“Oh yeah.” He reached for the small drawer of the night table. She lay there catching her breath while he rolled one on.

“I don’t know if I can move,” she said.

He grinned and slid over her. “That’s okay. I’ll do the moving this time.”

She gave him a slow smile back as he knelt between her legs, lifting her knees. She looked down at him, the condom stretched thin and tight over his girth. He stroked the head of his cock through her slick folds, still so sensitive. She groaned.

“Oh yeah,” he said. “See what I mean? You’re so damn wet. That makes me nuts, Dev.”

“Good.”

They shared a heated, special smile, and then he pushed into her. Her body stretched to accommodate him, a brief, burning pain searing her as he entered her. Her passage clenched around him. With his knees spread wide, he gently slid in deeper, and deeper. She tried to breathe, watched where their bodies were joined, breathless at the beauty of his body, the V of his torso so wide at the shoulders and chest, tapering down to narrow waist and hips, his abs rippling, his biceps flexing as he held her legs. The thick column of flesh slid in and out of her, the dark hair at his groin male and erotic as it pressed against her.

He filled her so deliciously, stroking over electrified nerve endings, so deep, so full. The pressure of him inside her bordered on pain, but the sweetest pain. He released her legs and reached for her waist, holding her body as his thrusts grew harder and faster. His eyes darkened, watching her so intently. The eye contact they shared increased the intimacy to an almost unbearable level of pleasure and connection.

She lifted into him, meeting his strokes, finding the energy despite her words about being unable to move. It wasn’t as if she even had to try—her body just responded to him instinctively, seeking the friction they both needed. His gaze fell to her breasts, and then he moved over her to take one nipple into his mouth. He drew on it with long, hard pulls, making her tighten up around him in ecstasy, and he groaned, a low growl of such pleasure it sent another thrill through her.

She reached for his shoulders and hung on for dear life, sensation whipping around inside her all hot and wild. He sucked on her nipples, kissed her breasts, then fell over her and buried his face in the side of her neck. With some of his weight on his elbows, his body still pressed her into the mattress with erotic weight, his hips flexing to move his shaft in and out, and she wrapped her legs around him as well as her arms, holding him close, as close as they could possibly be. One of his hands slid beneath her head, coming around to her forehead to push her hair off her face, and he lifted his head to look down at her, his eyes blazing. They moved together, urgent, straining, staring into each other’s eyes.

I love you, I love you, I love you.

The words shocked her even though she was nearly mindless with pleasure. Had she said them out loud? Oh god. She bit her lip, and her fingers dug into his resilient flesh, his taut muscles, as he pressed into her again and again, taking her up higher…and then she went over. She cried out helplessly as her body shuddered with the violence of her orgasm, intense, pure rapture exploding inside her and ripping through her body.

Since Josh had a twenty-four-hour shift from Sunday morning till Monday morning, Devon spent most of the day Sunday at the marina, having a look at the books for her dad’s business. Things were in pretty good shape since it had only been a few months since Hal retired, but she could see that her dad was falling behind with it. And she could also see that he was relieved that she was doing this, even though he didn’t really say much.

The charter business was busy as they moved into the height of the tourist season. Devon stayed mostly in the office at the back while the two teenagers Dad had hired for the summer dealt with customers up front, and Dad and his other staff took the boats out. A couple of times when things got busy, she’d stepped in to help. Strangely, she knew exactly what to do, as if it had been yesterday she’d last worked there, all the knowledge from those summers she’d worked still there in her head. Focusing on all that took her mind off Josh and the evening they’d spent together at his place. The sinful…er, zinful…things they’d done with that wine and the decadent bath they’d taken together after.

It also took her thoughts off the reminder she’d had the evening before that Josh and Allie had been about to move in together. They’d been about to get married. That was the house Josh and Allie were going to live together in. She’d had more than one moment of wondering what she was doing there and what was happening between her and Josh. And more than one moment of wondering if she shouldn’t just leave Promise Harbor and go back to Boston.

She wasn’t sure why she didn’t, except the thought of going back to her empty apartment and spending lonely days searching for a job depressed the hell out of her. Along with the thought of not seeing Josh again. She had a feeling she’d gotten herself in a little trouble here.

That evening after they’d eaten dinner, Susan dropped over with dessert, an apple pie she’d made.

“Thanks,” Devon said coolly, still not sure how she felt about this whole relationship between Susan and her father.

Susan set the pie on the counter and reached for a knife to cut it. Huh. Pretty much at home there.

“There’s some vanilla ice cream in the freezer,” Susan said cheerfully. “I’m going to have some with my pie. Anyone else?”

Devon narrowed her eyes. How’d she know there was vanilla ice cream in the freezer?

“I’ll have ice cream,” Dad said, heading to the freezer.

Devon sat there watching them move around the kitchen together, exchanging smiles again.

Susan cut the pie and slid the pieces onto plates while Dad scooped out ice cream. “How long are you going to be here, Devon?” she asked.

“I don’t know, actually.” She slid her bottom lip between her teeth. “I…lost my job.”

“Oh no!” Susan turned to look at her. “When did that happen?”

“Weeks ago.” She met Susan’s eyes and knew what she was thinking. But the soft warmth on Susan’s face didn’t condemn her for keeping that information to herself. Instead, she saw understanding. “I’ve been looking for something else, but there’s not a lot out there.”