Page 13 of Decidedly With Baby


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So Idid.

I licked the skin around the first one and was treated to the taste of man. Pure, hot, sensual man. Unable to resist, I popped a puckered nipple into my mouth and suckedit.

“Christ, Holly,” Josh gasped and his fingers knotted in my hair. He tugged on the strands and a torrent of please-take-me-now heat surged to mycore.

Nanna’sdeath.

The fakeengagement.

Thefuneral.

None of it was as important in this moment as sex withJosh.

Was it just me—or was it getting hotter inhere?

Easily enough solved. While Josh removed his T-shirt, I started unbuttoning my cashmere cardigan. But the damn buttons didn’tcooperate.

Oh, well. Who needed themanyway?

I yanked open my top, sending the tiny buttons flying everywhere. Had whoever designed it thought about sex at the time? Clearly not. And they definitely hadn’t given any consideration to the wearer having sex after a few glasses ofwine.

Josh laughed. “Isn’t it the guy who usually doesthat?”

“I’m an equal-opportunity shirt ripper,” I said with a grin. And given that Josh was completely shirtless and I still had a bra on, I figured it was time I embraced the equal-opportunity-topless philosophytoo.

Or something likethat.

It was amazing how alcohol made a person more eloquent…anddeep.

I giggled and reached behind me. A moment later my girls were free andhappy.

But apparently not as happy as Josh (although the verdict was still out on that). The grin on his face at seeing my naked breasts was brighter than the summer sun—and just ashot.

With both hands, he palmed the pale globes and lightly pinched the nipples. Lightning shot to my core and I moaned. Loudly. I couldn’t have prevented the sound if I hadtried.

He leaned forward and popped a nipple into his mouth. His ultra-talentedmouth.

And my nipple sang a round ofhallelujahs.

My clit got jealous, craving a little of that action for itself. Couldn’t say that I blamedit.

Speaking of wanting in on the action, my fingers traced their way to the button of Josh’s jeans and presto—the button willingly slipped through the hole. Now if only the buttons on my top had been asobliging…

Josh released my nipple from his mouth. “Does this mean what I hope itmeans?”

“If you’re hoping and meaning that we’re going to have hot sex, then the answer is yes.” At least I hoped it would be hot. Great looks didn’t always equate to great in bed—a truth I had discovered a fewtimes.

“I have condoms in my bedroom.” Hopefully they hadn’t expired yet. They might have been two years old by now. Good thing I hadn’t bought the family-sized pack. The way I had been going, I hadn’t made much of a dent inthem.

“Sounds good.” Josh helped me off his lap and I led him to myroom.

By led, I meant we were attempting to tear off each other’s clothes while stumbling to the room. Josh’s jeans got caught around his ankles and he almost tripped. Clearly a drunk Josh wasn’t as agile as a sober one onice.

Laughing, we fell onto the bed,naked.

And then we weren’tlaughing.

Moaning and groaning were now the noises of choice as we kissed and nibbled and explored each other’sbodies.