Loving Cara(61)

“Be safe,” I whisper instead.

“I’ll be fine, baby.” He kisses me quickly and turns to the others.

“I told you earlier, Josh,” Erica begins, “you don’t have to go with us.”

“My land, my problem.” His face is set in determined lines. “Let’s go.”

* * *

I lean my head back into the stream of hot water in my new and improved master bathroom and moan as it hits the tight muscles in my shoulders. I’m worried. I still haven’t heard from Josh, and now I don’t think I will today. It’s almost midnight.

I turn off the shower, twist my hair up in a towel, and when I begin drying off, I hear pounding. Loud, incessant pounding.

I secure the towel around me and hurry into the living room, toward the bam bam bam on my front door.

What the hell?

I fling the door wide, shocked to see Josh standing there, his jaw set and eyes intensely . . . fierce.

“I miss you,” he says, his voice strong, as his eyes roam over my face. “I miss you so damn much.”

I step back, allowing him to come inside, and once I shut the door, he gently cups my face in his palms and backs me against the wall.

“I’m so sorry about the other night, Cara.” He rests his lips on my forehead and takes a long, deep breath.

“You don’t have any reason not to trust me,” I remind him firmly, absorbing his heat, reveling in the strength of him against me.

“I know.” His lips glide softly down my temple to my cheek. “I do trust you. I wasn’t expecting Ty to answer your phone.”

I rest my hands on his hips. “Did you get the wolves?”

“We got them,” he confirms grimly.

His eyes are tired, and he has dark circles under them. I brush my thumbs over the dark smudges. “What else is bothering you?” I whisper.

“I miss you so much.” He closes his eyes, tightening his arms around me. “With everything happening at the Lazy K, not seeing you, not having you in my bed, I’m going crazy.” I start to answer, but he covers my lips with his finger. “I need you, Carolina. Please don’t send me away.”

“Oh, sweetheart.” Looping my arms around his neck, I pull him down to me as he tightens his arms around me again, and we hug each other close. “Stay with me.”

“Those are the words I should have said to you on Tuesday,” he murmurs softly against my forehead.

I kiss his chin and comb his hair soothingly in my fingers, my chest bursting with relief and love for this amazing man in my arms.

He hoists me against the wall, just like that night so many weeks ago, and kisses me aggressively, his mouth hot and demanding on mine, his tongue sliding against my own. He supports my center against his hips, wrapping my legs around his waist, and cups my face in his hands, never taking his lips away.

I open my eyes to find his on mine, hot and urgent.

He kisses his way across my cheek and to my ear, sucks the lobe in his mouth, making me moan.

He boosts me higher and sinks two fingers inside me.

“So wet,” he murmurs, and kisses down my neck, licking water droplets from the shower. His fingers begin to move, his thumb worrying my clit, driving me crazy.

This man makes me crazy.

He suddenly wraps both his arms around my torso and allows me to slide down his body until my bare feet hit the floor. He drops to his knees, pulls my right leg up over his shoulder, and buries his face in my core.

“Ah, fuck!” I exclaim, sink my hands in his hair, and hold on. “I’m going to fall.”

“Won’t let you,” he mutters, and licks from my labia up over my clit and kisses the crease between my pussy and my thigh. “I’ve got you.”

He latches on to my lips, hollows his cheeks, and pulls deeply, rubs his nose against my clit, and I swear to God I see stars. I come fast and hard, electricity zinging along every nerve, glorying in this man.

My man.

Before I can recover, he stands with my leg still on his shoulder, lifting me easily in his arms, the towels falling away from both my hair and my body.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he groans, and bites my neck, hard enough to leave a mark. He lowers me to the couch and steps back long enough to shuck off his own clothes. While he’s stripping, I sit up, and when he sits, I straddle him, lift my hips, and sink down onto him.

“Josh.” My voice is raspy with lust and need, and I begin to ride him, hard. He grips my hips and guides me up and down on him, thrusting his hips up to meet me.

One hand glides up my side to plump my breast as he leans in and sucks the nipple, tugs it with his teeth, and sucks it some more. He finds my clit with his other hand and drives me over the edge a second time.