“This can never go anywhere,” she murmured, anguish and arousal mixing together in her throaty voice. “I’m too old for you. I have a grown daughter.”
“And I have a grown sister who I raised by myself,” he returned. “So what? Like I said, we’re both adults.”
“You should be thinking about settling down and getting married. Having kids. You won’t have that with me.”
“Says who?” he taunted, teasing her smooth hot skin with feather-light caresses.
“It won’t work. We don’t work.”
“I disagree.” He ran his fingers over the crotch of her panties. Felt the dampness there. Heard her soft whimper. And almost came in his slacks.
“Josh, please.”
“Please what? Stop or go on?” He palmed her pussy, wanting so badly to tear her panties off.
Her response was a muffled “stop”, followed by a soft moan.
He gave a faint chuckle. “I don’t think what you say and what you want is the same thing, honey.” He maneuvered one finger to the edge of her silky underwear and searched her flushed face. “You sure you want me to stop?”
“Yes.” Her strangled answer was betrayed by the trembling of her thighs.
If her reaction to his touch wasn’t so damn obvious he would’ve put an end to his slow torture, but fortunately her desire was unmistakable. Her green eyes simmered with passion, her nipples clearly protruded against her thin cotton tank top and her clit throbbed and swelled under his hand. She wanted him. They both knew it. He just wished she’d stop fighting it and give in.
“I want you to look me in the eye and tell me you don’t like what I’m doing.”
She opened her mouth. “I don’t—” She halted as he dipped a finger inside her panties and slid it over her slick folds.
She moaned again. Loudly. Without inhibition. The sound sent pulses of heat through him, causing his mouth to ache with the need to kiss her and his cock to throb with the need to be inside her. But still he held back, waiting, clinging to every morsel of control he had left.
“Still want me to stop?” he asked, surprised by the steadiness of his voice.
Her slender throat bobbed as she swallowed. Her eyelids fluttered, her chest rose and fell with each breath she took. He continued to wait, his hand motionless over her mound, fingers tingling with anticipation.
“No,” she finally cried out.
He applied pressure on her swollen clit. “No what?”
“I don’t want you to stop. I want…” She struggled for breath. “I want…”
He didn’t give her the chance to finish. He released a savage groan from his throat at the same time as he pushed her skirt up to her waist. Her wetness covered his finger, driving him wild with desire, but he restrained himself. Shucking his khakis and thrusting into her wet heat would be damn easy, but he didn’t want to do that. Yet. First he wanted to show Vivian Kendrick exactly what he had to offer.
An unbearable silence filled the room as he pulled her panties down her legs and tossed them on the hardwood floor. He wanted her to say his name, wanted her to cry out her arousal, but she didn’t. So he did the only thing he knew would cause her to lose control. He lowered his face between her thighs and slid his tongue over her clit.
Vivian let out a sexy cry that would’ve made any man proud. Her pleasure filled him, fueled him, drove him to devour and explore her body with fervor. He kissed. Nibbled. Licked. Sucked. Swirled his tongue over her hot folds and pushed two fingers into her pussy until he felt her climax rip through her in shaky shudders.
Never in his life had Josh achieved such satisfaction from bringing a woman to orgasm. His erection was harder than granite, straining against his boxers and pleading for release. Not yet.
He kissed her one last time before raising himself up so that his face was inches from hers. Christ, he’d never seen a sexier sight. Viv’s cheeks flushed in a way that made her appear almost girlish, and those ragged breaths that burst from her delicate throat made him mad with lust.
He wanted to express his need for her but all that came out was a strangled, “Vivian.” Then he covered her lips with his, his mouth becoming a magnet that refused to pull away. He kissed her. Over and over again. Thrust his tongue in her mouth and shoved a hand in her hair.
He didn’t know how long they remained there, kissing. Him on his knees with a rock-hard erection. Her on the chair, skirt pulled up, her sweet mouth exploring his with urgency.
“Viv.” He pulled back and swallowed, moistening the throat that had grown dry and tight with need. “I want—”
And then the phone rang.
As if she were emerging from a hazy dream, Viv’s eyes snapped open. Her hands fell from his shoulders. Her mouth closed.
“Don’t answer it.” His eyes pleaded with her but it was already too late. He saw the remorseful look on her face and knew she’d slipped out of his grasp yet again. Whatever they’d just shared ceased. She was in control again.
“Josh.” Her voice was timid.