A Fare To Remember_ Just Whistle_Driven - Vicki Lewis Thompson [131]
Josh laughed and squeezed her knee. “Don’t blame you.”
The gentle pressure was having a predictable effect on her. “And speaking of my sex life, remember that trick I tried once with my milk shake?”
His breath caught. “As if I’d ever forget.”
“Let’s see if you still like it.” Drawing some of the cool shake into her mouth, she put her cup on the seat and moved astride his knees. Leaning over, she discovered he was more than glad to see her.
Pulse racing, she lowered her head and slipped her mouth over his erection, all without losing any of the milk shake.
He moaned. “That’s…incredible.”
As she took in even more of his smooth shaft, his breathing grew labored. “Be…careful,” he murmured. “I don’t want to come.”
She didn’t mind if he did. She liked being in command. The only other time she’d tried this with a milk shake, he’d lost control almost immediately. But that had been after two days without each other, and she’d been happy to give him an extra treat.
Holding him firmly with her mouth, she moved her head slowly up and down.
“Ah…Pris…that’s so good…too good.” He grasped her head and drew her away. “Not this time,” he murmured. “Come here.” He guided her to his waiting mouth and they shared a chocolate milk-shake-flavored kiss.
“Your hair’s coming undone,” he whispered against her mouth.
“I don’t care.”
“You look so sexy with it up like that.” He nibbled her lower lip. “But I wish I could see you with it falling down, too. Especially considering what I have in mind. Can you reach one of those little raincoats?”
“Uh-huh.” She fumbled blindly for the box and pulled out a foil packet.
“You know what to do.”
She did. They used to love this position, especially in the light when they’d been able to watch each other. Drawing back, she opened the packet and rolled the condom on. Then she held on to his shoulders, positioned herself over him and slid down, taking him in up to the hilt.
“I wish we had light,” he whispered.
“Use your memory,” she murmured. And then she made love to him. If memories were all he’d have of her, then she’d make this one special.
CHAPTER TWENTY
JOSH HAD ALWAYS cherished making love to Pris, but never more than he did during the hours they spent in the back of the limo. He could have kept it up until dawn, but she began to show signs of getting tired. No wonder. She’d been planning a wedding for weeks, with no rejuvenating sex to keep her going.
Sometime after four in the morning, he gathered her close. Creating a blanket from the train he’d removed from her dress earlier, he urged her to sleep. She insisted that she didn’t want to, but in no time she’d drifted off.
Josh lay in the darkness holding the only woman he’d ever loved and thinking about the series of events that had brought them to this moment. Thoughts whirled in his head, each one more confusing than the last. Finally, needing to move, he eased away from Pris and located his clothes.
When he was dressed, he opened the door and climbed out. Making sure he had the electronic key in his pocket, he locked the doors and headed toward the sound of the waves.
He walked the beach, getting sand in his shoes and feeling the cold salt air on his cheeks. The wind had died, leaving only the crunch of his footsteps and the whisper of gentle waves. A thin line of gray light bisected sea and sky by the time he had everything sorted out. He started back toward the limo.
WHEN PRIS OPENED her eyes, she had no idea where she was. Then she remembered and sat up to look for Josh. From the faint light coming through the tinted windows, dawn was on its way. Josh’s clothes were gone, so he must have taken a walk. She wondered when he’d left.
Just then the limo door opened and he ducked in, looking rumpled and sexy. “Hi.”
“Hi. Been for a stroll?”
“Yeah.” He came over and knelt beside her, his expression very intent. “Priscilla Adams, will you marry me?”
She blinked. Maybe she was still asleep and dreaming this.
He took her hand. “I called Brad an idiot, but I’m a much