Why not? Her worries would be right where she left them in the morning. “What did you have in mind?”
“This.” He trailed soft kisses up her neck. “And then maybe some more of this.”
When he nipped lightly at her earlobe, she closed her eyes and sighed. She loved the way he always took his time, pleasing her before himself.
Maybe it was time to turn the tables a bit. Show him how much she loved that he’d stood outside the gym, waiting for her, even though he’d just seen some of her ugliest parts she’d wanted to keep hidden from him.
She whispered, “I’ll play. But let’s do it my way. Roll over.”
Josh said, “Bossy woman,” but complied with a smirk.
“I want it to be all about you this time, Josh.” She tugged off her tank and panties, then stretched out beside him, staring deeply into his amused eyes until they grew dark with desire for her. She loved when he looked at her that way. Like she was the last hot fudge sundae with a cherry on top left on earth. “Hold your hands above your head and just pretend your wrists are bound together, because I don’t want to get that kinky. And no cheating. Got it?”
He smiled. “Tying my wrists isn’t all that kinky, Meg. There’s a lot more kink in the world than that.”
“Shhh. No talking. Just close your eyes and enjoy.”
When his eyes were closed again, she straddled him and then slowly lifted his T-shirt over his head. He separated his hands, but put them right back after, so she didn’t call foul. Tossing his shirt aside, she sighed as the reflected moonlight from the lake danced across his hard, chiseled body. He had the sexiest chest and abs she’d ever had the pleasure to pleasure. And the rest wasn’t bad either.
Up to the task, she slowly ran her hands over his hard shoulders and neck, kneading and rubbing until the muscles relaxed and became putty in her hands. After whispering soft kisses across the stubble on his jaw and then his cheek, she moved to his neck, breathing in his unique, intoxicating scent. Soap from his shower mixed with shaving cream and then something unidentifiable, but potently male, made her want to lick him. Instead, she nibbled on his earlobe because he really liked when she did that.
It made him groan.
Pleased with her results, she worked her way lower, running her hands over his hard pecs, loving the definition and strength. As her lips toyed with his hardened nipples, his hands ran slowly up and down her back. When he gave her bottom a gentle squeeze, the sexy haze lifted from her brain long enough to scold him. “Hey. Hands above your head, buddy.”
He quickly lifted them back up. “You’re killing me, Meg.”
“Sweet torture is the plan. But now I’m going to have to punish you, bad boy.”
He laughed. “Please. You can’t even tie my hands together. Or kill a bug. This I gotta see.”
“Shush. No talking, remember?” She ensured his silence by laying her mouth on his and kissing him the way they both liked it. Slow, sweet, and deep. The kind that always made her heart turn to mush and her blood boil. She hoped it did the same for him.
Her tongue danced and tangled with his as her hands slid lower, tracing the bumps across his hard abs before diving under the waistband of his boxers. When she took him in her hand, he made a low noise in the back of his throat.
Josh was hard and ready for his punishment, so she slid slowly down, making sure her breasts rubbed along his body the entire way. While she inched his boxers off, she ran her tongue around his length, spending extra time at the tip.
His hips jerked. “God, babe.”
Smiling, she took him inside her mouth, sucking, stroking, squeezing, and driving him so wild, the muscles in his neck strained until he cried out, “Meg—”
Taking the hint, she slid slowly up his slick body and slipped her hands into his. Entwining her fingers with his much larger ones, she smiled and stared deeply into his eyes as she straddled him and slowly let him enter her, sliding up and down his length. With his hands still trapped in hers, he leaned forward and kissed her, hard and sexy, as his hips begged for a faster pace.
When he ended his urgent kiss and opened his eyes, he’d apparently had enough of her game because he quickly flipped their positions, keeping their joined hands above their heads as he buried himself inside her to the hilt.
His eyes stayed locked onto hers, staring intensely with desire as he made love to her. It made her heart burn with even more love for him. The sensation grew stronger as each thrust grew harder and deeper, faster, more intense. Her whole body ached for him to put her out of her misery, hovering at the edge of the cliff, when he finally drew her over the brink along with him.