He didn’t need any more. He drew back, pushed in, out, then in. Her brain ceased to function, and she gave herself up to the overpowering feelings engulfing her. Lowering himself closer, he nuzzled her neck, and her senses filled up with the scent of him, warm male, salty, some sharp citrusy smell. His hard body rubbed against her breasts with each thrust, and all the feelings coalesced into a warm heavy weight of pleasure swelling inside her.
She could already feel her orgasm building, and she rolled her hips trying to get some relief. He must have noticed because he changed his rhythm, and with each stroke, he ground his pelvic bone over her sensitized clit. She relaxed, gave herself over to the feelings, let the swell of pleasure burst and wash over her.
He sped up, coming up on his elbows, his movements almost frantic, and she gripped his shoulders so she wouldn’t be swept away. Finally, his back arched and he came with a low groan.
“Christ.”
He kept pumping into her as though he couldn’t stop. At last he collapsed onto her, then almost immediately he pulled away and rolled onto his back, arms flung over his head.
As soon as he was gone, Lexi became aware of her surroundings, a stone digging into her spine, the stars above them, the lights of the city. He was quiet and hadn’t moved, and she shifted onto her side to look at him.
He was still wearing his shirt, fully buttoned, and his suit pants, which were open. Not the most romantic sight in the world. But then this wasn’t about romance. She wasn’t actually sure what it was about. Desperation was probably the best explanation on her part, and she was beginning to think it might also be a good description of Josh’s state of mind. Obviously, she didn’t have anything to compare it to, but there had definitely been more than a hint of desperation in his actions.
As though he sensed her watching him, his face turned toward her, and his eyes opened. They held a sleepy, almost sated look as his gaze wandered over her. Her dress was wide open, and her panties were somewhere in the grass, and her body was all warm and tingly and sensitive. She didn’t want to move.
He sat up and ran a hand through his hair. “That was fucking fantastic,” he muttered. “And shouldn’t have happened. But right now I feel too good to think about it.” He discretely disposed of the condom, straightened his clothes, and then got to his feet. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he raised an eyebrow.
Clearly Josh was a love ’em and leave ’em sort of guy, and she wasn’t moving fast enough. At least he wasn’t just walking away.
She got to her feet and pulled the dress around her, searching for her panties in the grass. Josh bent down, picked something up, and tossed the scrap of lace to her. She decided not to put them on—they were probably covered in ants—and balled them into her fist.
He was already walking away. As she followed, a sense of anticlimax prodded at her. But really, what had she expected: a declaration of true love? No, she didn’t expect or want that. She wasn’t sure what she wanted, or why her eyes were prickling.
Get a grip.
He glanced back over his shoulder, a look of irritation on his face, as though he couldn’t wait to get out of there, and she hurried to catch up. Taking the lead, she led him back to the gate they had come through. It was locked now, and she pulled the key from her purse and fumbled a little as she opened it. He followed her through. She locked the gate behind her, then traipsed after him to his car.
He was already opening the door, but he turned to face her. “I’ll wait until you’re safe inside,” he said, nodding toward the house.
What a gentleman.
So he was going, just like that. Maybe it was for the best. But her eyes felt tight and she blinked.
She shrugged away the feeling until she was alone and could analyze it without fear of embarrassing herself. Instead, she gave him a quick nod and headed for the gate at the back of her garden. She turned before she opened it.
“Thank you,” she said politely. “That was…nice.” She didn’t wait for an answer, just slipped inside and didn’t look back. The car door slammed as she was halfway across the yard.
Ten minutes later, as she drifted off to sleep, it occurred to her that an annulment was no longer an option.
…
It was only eight in the morning when Josh pulled up outside the house. But he wanted this over with.
Had she played him?
When he’d left her, he’d been totally aware that he’d acted like a jerk, that he should have been…nicer, said something complimentary. He’d been so busy beating himself up that it hadn’t occurred to him until he was halfway home that now, thanks to his disobedient dick—he’d told it to stay in his pants—an easy annulment wasn’t an option.
Had that been her intention all along?
He’d talked to his lawyer that morning, and a quickie divorce was now his best bet. But it would mean neither party disputing it.
Had she taken advantage of a vulnerable man desperate for sex? Any sex. Except it hadn’t been any sex. It might have been awhile, but still he reckoned it was the best sex he’d ever had. God, but she’d felt good. Hot and wet and tight around him. He shifted in the seat, just the memory having the power to drain the blood from his brain to his dick.