From This Moment

chapter 3
~~ Grace ~~
It’s been three weeks since I left the hospital and came back to my house. Anna wanted me to stay with her for a few days, but I knew I had to go straight back to my house, otherwise I wasn’t sure I ever would.
Tom was buried a few days later in a quiet ceremony. I was surprised to see Anna and Beth with their husbands along with Elise and Jake. I should have known they would be there, but after what he did to Rona, I wasn’t really expecting them to be. They were there for me.
About to leave the cemetery I spotted Josh Mitchell, the man who I couldn’t get out of my dreams, standing beside his car. Watching.
Tonight I’m actually feeling rather mellow, although the bottle of wine I’ve just consumed with pizza may be the cause of the mellowness! I’m not a drinker and only usually have a glass of wine with friends.
I feel as though my life is on a downward spiral. I can’t go anywhere in town these days without folk pointing their fingers at me, gossiping. I had a few friends and now I hardly have any, all because of my brother.
Sitting back on the sofa feeling sorry for myself, I take another drink, spilling it down my top. “Hells, bells and buckles.” Standing up, I sway slightly walking to the bathroom, I pull my clothes off as I go.
Switching the shower to cold first, I hope the shock of the water will sober me up. Standing under the spray, I really am shocked and scream the place down, slipping and sliding trying to turn the temperature up. Having never had a cold shower before, I’m not sure what I was expecting, but ice cold freezing wasn’t it. Screaming again, I finally find the dial for the temperature and turning it up nearly fry my skin.
Giving up, I open the shower door and practically fall out, slipping on the bathroom floor. I end up crashing into Josh Mitchell on the way down to the floor, landing on top of him.
Hearing a grunt in my befuddled brain, I lift my head up and look into Josh’s eyes. His eyes are dark. His pupils are dilated. He has one hand on my rump and the other at the back of my head. There is also something rather hard and solid digging into my stomach. I don’t want to move; not because I’m enjoying being up close and personal with Josh, but, because I’m naked and if I stand, Josh will get one hell of a view – at least that’s what I’m telling myself.
Finding my tongue, “How are you in here?” I ask. I can’t believe I’ve spent this time lying on Josh, enjoying myself, and it not even registering that he’s in my house when he isn’t supposed to be.“Heard you scream. Came in.” He struggles to say. His hand on my bottom has started to move – in a caress. Never in a million years did I expect to be lying on top of Josh Mitchell in my bathroom, naked as the day I was born.
He’s just as aroused as I am. His penis is throbbing and growing even larger against my stomach. I wiggle against him. He thunks his head against the floor, groaning. His hips surge up. His erection straining to get closer to me. I push even harder against him.
Holding me tight, he rolls over. “Grace,” he groans, looking down into my eyes.“Mmm.” He feels too damn good, I can’t think of anything to say.
He rests his forehead against mine, “I didn’t come here, to do this.” He takes a couple of deep breaths, which pushes his hips more into me.
I lick my lips. His eyes go dark as they follow the movement of my tongue.“Grace.” He sweeps down and captures my lips with his, slipping his tongue inside my mouth. Lifting my arms, I wrap them around his neck, pulling him closer still, and run my fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. He shivers. I moan.
Wrapping my legs around his hips as the kiss deepens even more, I rub myself against him. He feels so good. Kissing me. Touching me.
Breaking from the kiss, breathing heavily, Josh meets my eyes, “We have to stop. I want you.” He laughs, “But not like this.”“You really do want me?” I whisper. I thought perhaps he just reacted to having a naked woman in his arms.
Resting his forehead against mine again, “I came back to ask you out to dinner. I can’t get you out of my head.” He doesn’t sound too happy with this statement. I am.“F*ck. I’ve left your front door open.” With a slight hesitation, he stands up. Reaching out with his hands, he helps me up from the floor, passing me my robe which he snags from the hook on the back of the bathroom door. “Put this on. Dressed you’re a distraction. Undressed you’re driving me crazy.”