Tentatively, Joy extended her hand, her fingers dancing across his chest like a feather, teasing his hardened nipples into peaks. His skin was a furnace, burning her with a desire she had never felt before. She bit her lower lip as her fingers trailed lower, skirting the firm planes of his abdomen and tracing the line of hair that led to his groin.
Moses let out a low growl as her fingers brushed against the tip of his erection. “Mercy, Joy,” he breathed. “Your hands are driving me wild.”
The corners of her mouth trembled as she gave way to the adventurous spirit that now took flight within her. “And they have much more to say,” she replied, a playful lilt to her words as she explored the thatch of curls.
With every caress, she learned his form, her fingers exploring the firm muscles of his thighs and hips. She could feel his desire pressed against her stomach, hot and heavy, and it sent a thrill coursing through her body. Moses groaned as she traced her fingers along the length of his erection, licking her lips as she looked down.
Suddenly his hands were everywhere, exploring her body with a desperate hunger. He cupped her breasts, teasing her hardened nipples until she let out a gasp.
Her breath hitched as his fingers slipped lower, teasing her wet folds. She was soaked with desire, her body aching for his touch. Moses let out a low growl as he slipped a finger inside her, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.
She moaned as he worked his fingers in and out of her, his thumb circling her clit. She could feel herself building toward release, the pleasure almost too much to bear. He must have sensed it too, because he crossed to the bed and pulled her onto his lap, grinding his erection against her as he continued to tease her with his fingers.
“I want you, Joy,” Moses whispered, his voice husky with desire. “I want to feel you come apart in my arms.”
She let out a breathless moan as he slipped another finger inside her, his thumb pressing firmly against her clit. She could feel herself teetering on the edge of release, her body trembling with anticipation. And then, with a final flick of his thumb, she was falling mindlessly, her body convulsing with pleasure as she cried out his name.
Carrying her to the bed, he lay her on the sheets, spreading her legs to lie beneath them. He found her opening and thrust slowly inside, smothering her sharp cry with a kiss as he filled her completely. Her body stretched to accommodate him and she rocked her hips. He let out a low groan as he began to thrust, his movements slow and deliberate.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, her body moving in time with his. She could feel every inch of him inside her, the strokes sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. He let out a low grunt as he picked up the pace, his movements becoming more urgent.
Her body was on fire, her desire building again with every thrust. She was climbing toward release, her body trembling with anticipation. And then, with a final thrust, she shattered, her body convulsing with pleasure as she cried out Moses’ name.
He moaned as her body clenched around him, his own release following closely behind. He collapsed and rolled onto the mattress, her body still trembling in his arms. They lay there, panting and spent, their bodies entwined as they basked in the afterglow of their shared pleasure.
As the echoes of their union faded, Joy lay wrapped in his embrace. The warmth of his muscular arms provided a cocoon of shelter, a comfort to the adventurous spirit that had led Joy down this path of delicious discovery. Her head rested against his chest, listening to the steady drumming of his heart, its tempo slowing steadily.
“Never thought I’d find this,” Moses said softly.
“Nor I. But here we are, defying the very stars with our audacity.”
“Aye, the stars,” he chuckled softly, his breath stirring the hairs at her temple. “They’re rather dull compared to your eyes in the throes of ecstasy.”
“Flattery from Mr. Russell? The world must be tipping on its axis,” Joy teased back.
“Perhaps, but only because you’ve tilted my world on its side, Mrs. Sinclair.”
She sighed. “I never thought you’d come for me.”
He grunted, and for a moment she thought that was all he would say. Then he spoke. “You had your situation settled. A fine home to live in, employment you seemed to be looking forward to.”
“I was, and if you hadn’t come, I would have learned to be satisfied with what I had.”
“I hope you don’t come to regret coming home with me.”
She didn’t say it, but she was certain she wouldn’t have any regrets. Even if Moses never offered anything more than his body and his home, it was more than she’d had before.
It would be enough.
Chapter 14
When Joy awoke, her lashes fluttered against the brightness of the sun as it peered between the curtains of Moses’ bedchamber. The sheets caressed her skin with a whisper, stirring within her a sweet blend of satiety and yearning. She inhaled deeply, the lingering scent of sex and paint infusing the air, a sensory tether to his absent form.
The room around her was a tableau of the man himself—sparingly furnished, yet each piece bore the mark of thoughtful craftsmanship. There were no soft touches, no decorative items on display. The sole table, nestled beside the bed, held only a candlestick and flint. The coverlet was plain white, the curtains faded red.
She couldn’t believe she’d slept so late, until she stretched and noticed how sore her thighs were. They’d made love until the wee hours, even waking once and enjoying a slow, sensual romp. With a sigh, Joy slipped from the comfort of the bed. Her feet touched the cool wooden floor, sending a shiver through her. Where had she left her clothes?
Finding her gown draped across the chaise, she dressed with hurried anticipation. An entire day loomed before her with the only necessity being finding a place to unpack her bag. She had no schedule, no list of tasks she must accomplish by the end of day. What would she do with herself?
