Entice - By Ella Frank Page 0,91

is the woman trying to do to me?

“Why are you angry at me? I just wanted to tell you how I felt before you left. You always tell me I never say what I’m thinking.”

He shook his head and watched as she pushed off the doorjamb, moving toward him.

“That’s the problem, Shel. You’re telling me because I’m leaving or because of Jenny.”

He watched her stop at that, and then she tilted her head.

“Are you and her serious?”

Josh almost lied. He almost said yes, just so he wouldn’t get pulled into her spell and be caught for the rest of his life. As he stood there with his ass leaning against the sink, he watched while Georgia walked toward him with those big eyes and her sexy hair spilling over her shoulders. And he thought, Fuck it. Sometimes a man has to know when to give in.

***

Shelly waited in the middle of his kitchen as he looked her over from head to toe.

He answered quietly, “Jenny and I only went on three dates.”

Something heavy lifted off of Shelly’s chest at that, and suddenly, she felt very confident. Continuing her walk across the kitchen, she stopped in front of him, reaching out to trace a finger down the white T-shirt he was wearing.

That was another thing she liked about Josh. He was such a simple guy when it came to the everyday things, but then again, he could afford to be because the man filled out a T-shirt and a pair of jeans like nobody’s business.

“Shelly?” he seemed to warn her.

Looking up at him with a raised eyebrow, she smiled wickedly, teasing a finger under his shirt down to the top snap of his jeans. She was thrilled when he uncrossed his arms and braced his hands behind him on the sink.

“Josh?” she asked in turn.

She watched his muscular chest expand on a deep breath.

“If we do this, you need to understand that I’m still leaving,” he explained.

That was not what she was expecting, but at this stage, she was willing to take what she could.

“Okay. Would you be open to email?” she asked him unexpectedly.

She was pleased when surprise crossed his face.

“I don’t understand what you mean,” he told her.

She continued to swirl a nail around the bare skin between his navel and the top of his jeans.

“Will you email me—stay in contact with me?” She paused, biting her bottom lip. “Or are you leaving and never coming back?”

***

Josh looked down at her, feeling every emotion he had tried to squash rush back in.

“I’m undecided at the moment, but yes, I’ll email you if you want me to.”

He watched as her eyes clouded, but she quickly blinked and nodded.

“I’d like that,” she confessed. She rose up on her tiptoes, placing both palms on his chest, as she laid her lips against his. “You know what else I’d like?”

Josh’s breathing was getting more and more labored with every word she spoke. “No. Why don’t you tell me?” he suggested, finally reaching up to grip her upper arms.

“I’d like to feel you inside of me again.”

Groaning low, Josh nodded as he straightened up from the sink.

Reaching into her hair, he pulled her face forward, pressing his lips to hers. She parted her mouth straight away as he slipped his tongue into the warm interior. He heard her moan and felt her hands move around behind his waist, landing on his ass.

Oh yeah, it’s been too long since I’ve kissed this woman.

As she pressed closer to him, he walked her backwards until her back hit his stainless steel fridge. Her eyes opened and focused on his as he reached for the hem of her shirt, tugging it up and pulling it over and off her head. Tossing it behind them, he then looked down at her beautiful breasts encased in a lacy yellow bra.

I’ve never liked that color so much, he thought with a smile.

Reaching up with both hands, he gently cupped and plumped them forward before lowering his head, biting at the straining nipple through the bra. A moan reverberated through her as he felt her hands come up and drag through his hair, gripping it tight.

Rubbing his tongue against the lace-covered tip, he’d finally had enough. He wanted her flesh. He reached up and slipped his fingers in the cup, moving the lace out of the way. Once the nipple popped free, he latched onto it with greedy lips, sucking the hard tip into his mouth. The scream that left her throat