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Shelly shrugged and then told her, “I’m pretty sure he has an idea since I’ve cyber stalked him every night since I don’t know where the hell he is staying. But, no, I haven’t straight out said it.”

***

“Said what?” Josh asked as he stopped beside the sexy doctor.

She looked over at him and smiled in a way that made every part of his body tense and achy.

“None of your business,” she replied with a smug smirk that he wanted to kiss.

Josh looked at the other two women sitting in front of him, and suddenly, he felt like he had been a large part of their conversation.

“If I had wanted to tell you, handsome, I would have. I’ll tell you when I’m ready,” she said as she reached out a sassy finger, tapping his nose playfully.

Reaching up, he grabbed that finger and squeezed it tight as he brought it down from his face. “Watch where you’re pointing that,” he warned her.

He noticed her eyes narrow as she took a step closer to him.

Suddenly, everyone seemed to vanish from the room except for him and Shelly.

“Or else?” she inquired.

Josh felt his cock stir. Every single emailed word, innuendo, and thought that had crossed his mind over the last couple of months flashed before his eyes, and he was a millisecond away from dragging her somewhere,
anywhere
, to act them all out.

That was when Mason came up behind him and clapped him on the shoulder.

“Okay, guys, let’s eat!” his friend declared.

***

An hour later, Shelly was still seated opposite Josh, and she had to admit that he looked sexy as hell. He was dressed in black slacks, something she had
never
seen him in, and a white button-up shirt that had been left loose and unbuttoned at the neck. Just as she licked her lips in anticipation of finally nibbling that spot, he looked up and locked gazes with her.

Shelly pulled out her dirtiest smile, directing it at him, as she relaxed back into her chair, taking a sip of her wine. The man was making her crazy with all of the stolen glances, promising hot, sweaty, back-scratching sex. It was amazing she had even made it through dinner with the obvious sexual tension he was throwing her way.

She wanted him, and she wanted him now.

“So, Shelly, are you ready for tomorrow?”

Lena’s voice cut through her sensual haze, and she turned to look at her friend.

“Yep, I sure am. All I have to do is walk down the aisle, and then stand off to your side, right?”

Lena grinned, nodding. “Yeah, that’s it. Nothing special and nothing complicated. Just a simple, smooth wedding that will give me full legal rights to claim him.” She grinned up at Mason.

Mason took that opportunity to bend down and kiss her gently on the lips.

As he did that, Shelly looked over to Rachel, who was watching them both with an odd expression. She almost looked sad. Shelly didn’t know what that was about, but when Rachel looked her way, she plastered on a grin. Shelly returned it, not wanting to make her uncomfortable.

Then, Shelly looked back across the table to the man she had been missing for the last month or so. He was finally here. She could actually touch him and tell him what she had been thinking about and what she had decided. She could finally ask him how he felt.

Her face must have given something away because all of a sudden he stood and made an announcement rather boldly.

“Shelly and I need to leave.”

Shelly looked around the table at the shocked faces that were now looking at her.

“We do?”

Josh nodded, and then moved away from his chair, pushing it in under the table. Then, he gripped the back of it, and Shelly noticed his knuckles were going white.

“Yeah, we do,” he replied in a voice that warranted no questions and no explanations.

Shelly looked at his clenched jaw, then her eyes dropped down to his slacks, and—
damn it
,
his shirt is covering his crotch.

Standing slowly, Shelly noticed Lena and Mason grinning like idiots, and then she turned to see Rachel looking at Josh like he had three heads.

 
Huh, apparently, this side of Delicious Daniels isn’t often exposed
, and quite honestly, Shelly wasn’t sure she recognized him either.

She moved around the table and made her way toward Josh.

When she got there, she whispered, “In a rush?”

Josh grabbed her by the wrist and tugged her toward the front door.

When they were out of view from the table, he made a quick detour, pulling her into the coatroom. The small space was dark, and as he tugged her inside and shut the door, they were thrown into pitch blackness.

***

Josh was going insane.

He had tried to be civil, play it nice, laugh, socialize, and all of that good stuff, but what it boiled down to was he wanted his hands and mouth on this woman. He planned to achieve that—right this second.

As he clicked the lock on the door, he moved forward and backed her up to the wall. She stumbled a little due to his haste, and when she was finally flush up against it, she dropped her bag.

He moved directly in front of her until his hands were by each side of her head on the wall.

“Did you hear anything during that dinner?” he asked.

It was dark in the little room, and he couldn’t see her well. All he could do was wait and listen. He could hear her breathing intensify and kick up a notch, and then she whispered close to his mouth.

“Not a damn thing.”

“Me neither,” he told her.

Then, he pressed his lips to hers in a crushing kiss. He dipped his tongue deep inside her mouth and felt his eyes almost roll to the back of his head when she sucked on it. He heard her moan as her hands crept around his waist to land on his ass.

Moving his body in against hers, he rubbed it up against the length of her as she molded her front to his. When he lifted his head, he heard her panting, and she clutched him close.

“God, I’ve wanted to touch you for weeks,” she confessed.

He brought his hands down from the wall to trace along her body until they reached her hips, and he pulled her even closer. He nuzzled his face into the side of her neck, nibbling it, and then he dragged his tongue up to flick it against her earlobe.

“I’ve wanted to be touched, Georgia. You’ve been making me crazy,” he told her.

Her nails dug into his ass, and then her fingers moved without hesitation up his body and under his shirt where they stroked his bare flesh.

Pulling his mouth away from her neck, he groaned in her ear.

“I want inside of you so badly.”

***

If it was possible, Shelly could have sworn that she just got wetter than she already was. It was hard to believe that the man held such power over her.

As they stood in complete darkness in the tiny room only a few feet away from their close friends, all Shelly could think about was how quickly she could remove her panties and hike up her skirt.

Apparently, that was all Josh could think of too because suddenly he disappeared from in front of her. She heard a soft thud and realized the man had gone down to his knees.

Yes, yes, yes!
Shelly thought when she felt his big rough hands cup her ankles, make their way up her naked calves, and then over her knees until he reached the hem of her black skirt.

He paused there, and Shelly stood still, her harsh breathing the only sound thundering through her ears.

“Any reason I should stop?” he asked.

Shelly knew that he was trying to give her an out if things were getting a little too real for her, but as she stood there with her back to the wall and darkness surrounding them, Shelly couldn’t think of one reason for him to stop.

“Not if you don’t want me to die,” she said, trying to inject some lightness into the situation.

Instead, she felt his hands squeeze her legs, slipping a little ways under the hem of her skirt.

“I don’t want anything bad to happen to you
ever
,” he told her much more seriously than she had anticipated.

Shelly heard a rustling, and then his hands slid further up her thighs, the fabric slowly bunching up at his wrists and forearms. Then, she realized the rustling had been him rising up higher on his knees.

As he was kneeling in front of her in the dark with her skirt bunched up around her waist, he told her, “I promised that the next time I saw you I’d kiss you.”

Shelly took a deep breath in as he quickly ripped her tiny black thong away from her. She couldn’t have moved if the fire alarms had gone off and Mason had been pounding on the door. Her desire was so tangible that she was surprised her trembling legs were holding her upright. She supposed, somewhere in the back of her mind, that the wall was helping with that issue as well.

The fact that they were surrounded by darkness only added to her heightened sense of awareness. When she felt a rough finger slide back and forth between her slick wet folds, she couldn’t help the deep guttural moan that was wrenched from her.

“Oh yeah,” Josh groaned from his position down in front of her. “Goddamn, Shel, you’re so fucking wet.”

Whimpering loudly, she finally told him, “Now, Josh.
Please
. Do it now.”

***

Josh chuckled as Shelly leaned back against the wall for support, trembling in her heels with her skirt up around her waist. Since he had shredded her panties, she was naked from the waist down. As he took a deep breath in, dragging his finger back and forth through her juices, he licked his lips in anticipation.

When she started to beg, Josh moved his head in close and flicked his tongue out to play with her throbbing clit. It was so hard and wet from her excitement that it took everything Josh had to slow it down and not devour her.

Reaching up with his fingers, he spread her flushed lips a little further apart, and then ran his tongue back and forth against her juicy flesh. When she cried out in pleasure and gripped his head, Josh couldn’t help but grin wickedly to himself as he devoured the man-eater.
What irony
, he thought as she melted all over his tongue.

He pleasured her until her moaning and panting was almost turning to a sob, and then he felt her reach down and grip his hair tight.

“I need it now. Can’t wait. Need to feel you inside me,” she begged him as she tugged on his hair, trying to get him to move.

Not one to turn down such a sexy plea, Josh stood, unzipped his slacks, and pushed them down his hips. He heard her moan, and then he moved forward.

She wrapped her arms around his neck as he reached down to grip her right leg behind the knee. Hitching it up to his hip, he held it there and rubbed his aching flesh against her, waiting for her next move.

***

Shelly was going to die if he didn’t put his cock inside of her
right now
.

As he played between her thighs, she gripped his hair at the back of his neck, tugging him forward in the dark, and kissed his mouth roughly. This time she heard him groan, so she pulled back and bit his bottom lip.

“Please…inside of me, Josh. I need to feel you stretching me, filling me up—”

He grunted softly against her mouth as he lined up the thick head of his shaft, and then he proceeded to thrust home.

Shelly screamed, biting down on his shoulder, as he entered her forcefully, banging her solidly up against the wall. While he continued to pound away at her with one of her legs hitched up and over his naked hip, Shelly couldn’t remember a man ever having such power over her. As she gave herself over to the powerful climax, screaming out his name and shattering all around him, she also knew there would never be another man who would.

***

Standing in the cocoon of the coatroom, breathing hard, Josh could feel a bead of sweat slide down his temple. He was still lodged deep inside of her, and her arms were still wound tightly around his neck. Their reunion had been nothing short of spectacular.

As her breathing calmed, she whispered, “Josh, I—”

“Shh,” he murmured against her neck. “Shh.” He was not quite ready to hear that yet.

He felt her tense a little.

She asked quietly, “Why won’t you let me tell you how I feel? I don’t understand why you’re making this so hard.”

Josh leaned in and kissed her lips. “I’m not trying to make it hard, Shelly.”

As he finally pulled away, she sighed. “Then, what are you trying to do?”

Josh thought about that, and then answered honestly, “I’m trying to make it right.”

Chapter Twenty-Three

The next morning Shelly woke up early. As she lay in bed, she couldn’t help but think back to last night with Josh.

It seemed that no matter how much she tried to open up to him, he was now the one pulling back.
Or is he?
It’s all so confusing
, Shelly thought with a sigh.

One moment, she could swear he wanted nothing other than to touch her or hold her. Yet, in the next moment, when she tried to tell him her feelings, he always stopped her.

Maybe he was right to make them wait. He kept saying that he wanted things to be right. But how could they be when he was living somewhere else?

As the alarm sounded beside her, Shelly rolled over and looked at the time. 8:00 a.m. Rubbing her eyes, she decided that now was not the time to try and work out the enigma that was Josh. Instead, it was time to focus on one very important thing—a wedding at Promontory Point.

***

Several hours later, Shelly arrived at Lena’s old condo.

She was actually rather surprised she remembered how to get there since Lena was very rarely at the old place anymore, instead choosing to move in with Mason. She put her place up for sale, but in this economy, it still sat empty. It was now the perfect location to get ready and keep the bride away from the wandering eyes and hands
of her impatient groom.

When she was buzzed in and let up to the floor Lena was on, Shelly had to admit that she was starting to feel nervous for her friend.

Today was a huge day in Mason and Lena’s life.