by the actions of others. All you’re in control of is you.”
They walked to the parking lot and climbed into his SUV. The sun had moved behind the mountains, casting the land in shadows. She was quiet, her thoughts in turmoil even as she enjoyed the view. She loved traveling and seeing new places but had always come back to New Mexico. As they left the reservation and drove back through the white sands, she said, “I’m so glad we came here today. I saw an area I’ve never seen before and it was beautiful.”
“It’s been a long time since I’ve been back,” he said, “but I’ve never enjoyed being here as much as I have with you today.” He reached across the console and linked fingers again, lifting her hand and kissing her knuckles.
The temperature rose in the SUV, and Josie wondered how the vehicle would survive the inferno with their two-hour trip back to her home. They weren’t silent; she managed to answer his questions and find things to talk about, but the feel of his fingers on hers whenever he was able to spare his right hand from the wheel kept her thoughts continually on the feel of his lips and the desire pooling in her sex. Never one to act without caution, the internal war raged with her body’s needs.
How would this work? Can he have a relationship with a client? Does he want to? But he goes back to Maine. Relationship… or sex? I’ve never had a fling… do I want to? Christ, why not? Maybe all he wants is sex. Does he want sex? She spared a glance toward his groin, the bulge evident. Is he erect? Interested?
“You’re doing a lot of thinking over there,” he said.
She looked around, realizing they were on her street, and remained silent until he pulled into her driveway. Licking her dry lips, she blurted, “I don’t know what’s happening. Or what you want. Or if it’s the same thing I want. Or if I’m out in left field, and right now you think I’m crazy.”
He blinked slowly, his face lit by the security light shining from her front door and garage. Wondering how she could take back the words that had just blasted from her mind, she watched as his dark eyes darkened even more, not knowing how that was possible, and his lips, made for kissing, curved upward into a smile that threatened to steal her breath, if not her very soul.
Cobb didn’t say a word but turned and hopped down from the driver’s seat and then jogged around to her side, throwing open the door. She barely had time to unbuckle before he’d taken her hand and assisted her to the ground. Linking fingers, he walked with a purpose to her front door, used a key she had no idea he had, and gained entrance. He turned to the panel and hit the keypad to set the alarm again before planting himself right in front of her.
“Now… I can show you what I want,” he said, leaning forward, nuzzling her nose.
With her back against the door, she felt surrounded by his large body as he pressed into hers. His hands cupped her face as though she were precious china and his nose slid along hers. Heat flared throughout when his mouth found its mark, landing on her lips. She opened for him, and he wasted no time as his tongue swept along hers. Her knees threatened to give out on her but his body kept her upright as it pressed her back against the door. She was glad for the slight pressure, and her fingers grasped his shirt, keeping her grounded; otherwise, she would float away, boneless underneath his talented tongue and lips.
This was no light kiss. No polite precursor to sex. No uncertain fumbling from a hesitant date. She had imagined his full lips to kiss amazingly, and the proof was evident as she gave in to the onslaught.
Her senses fired messages to every part of her body. She angled her head, wanting his tongue to have even more access even as she fought him for dominance over the kiss. Her breasts felt heavy, and she arched her back to press them more firmly against his chest. Her arms came alive, her hands feeling the tight muscles of his waist before her fingers splayed over his back. She lifted a leg, wrapping her foot around his calf, his thigh now pressing against her aching core,