“I thought that you wanted this?” She paused, pointing to him and then herself. “Us?”

She watched as he turned away, shaking his head. “I don’t trust you, Shelly.”

That hit hard. It actually physically hurt. “I don’t understand what you mean. I’ve never cheated on you or betrayed you.”

“Haven’t you?” he questioned, running his hand through his hair. Spinning back to her, he dropped his hand down by his side. “Didn’t you betray me and yourself when you reduced everything we did that weekend to a fling?”

Shelly stepped back until she bumped into the wall. “I was confused. I didn’t believe it could happen that quickly,” she tried explaining in a rush of air.

“Well, that’s convenient—for you. But me? I’m just thrown aside. Not trusted because an ex showed up?” he asked, moving toward her. “I’m left feeling like shit because you freaked out. And now that I’m leaving, now that I have my shit together and know what I want, you want to tell me how you feel? Jesus!” he ended on a loud sigh and pushed past her, storming into the kitchen.

Shelly stood with her back pressed to the wall, breathing hard.

Is that what I’m doing?It probably is, but screw that.

She was fighting for what she wanted. She was going to push all the sweet Jennys out of his mind and remind him who he met first—and that was Man-Eater Monroe. Delicious Daniels liked her. He couldn’t resist her.

Maybe she just needed to reintroduce them.

* * *

Josh stood in the kitchen, staring out the back window.

Mutley was outside running around, and he was in his house on this perfect afternoon with Shelly, confessing her feelings for him.

Of course, this is what he had wanted all along, but somehow, her showing up just because he was leaving pissed him off. He wanted her to turn up because she had realized every day would be better if they were together. Not because she was afraid that he was walking away forever. Shit, her timing is horrible.

 “Josh?”

He heard her call from behind him. Turning, he saw Shelly standing at the door to his kitchen.

She had let her hair out of the ponytail holder and had kicked off her flip-flops, and suddenly, Josh was thrown back to months ago when he had first met this firecracker.

“What, Georgia?” he asked as he watched her look him over.

What the hell 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 was deep and throaty, and as she flexed her hips toward him, he knew that she wanted this as much as he did.

“What, Georgia? Tell me what you want.”

* * *

Shelly tugged on Josh’s hair until he moved away from her sensitive nipple. She was standing in his kitchen in only her shorts and her bra that was now pulled down, and all she wanted was to be completely naked. Right now.

“I want you,” she panted.

“Well, that’s good because I want you, too.”

Shaking her head back and forth against the fridge, she told him, “I want you in me, over me, all around me. Now.”

He smiled at her and reached down to pull off his white shirt.

Shelly felt her mouth part, as her eyes traced every wonderful muscle defined on his chest. She wanted to lick and bite all of them.

He unsnapped his jeans, pushing them down his hips. All of a sudden, Josh—aka Mr. Delicious—was standing buck-ass naked in his kitchen in the middle of the afternoon.

Shelly licked her lips, lifting a hand to tug on her own nipple, as he stood there proudly displaying his own obvious attraction to her.

Holy shit! The man is hard.

His cock looked like an arrow that was pointing right to her. As she played with her nipples, he groaned, and she lifted her eyes from his hard-on to his face and smirked.

“You don’t even need me,” he told her as he stood a few inches away, watching her.

Shelly pushed her hips out as her back leaned up against the fridge, and she moaned while she tugged a little harder on the sensitive tip.

“Hmm, yes, I do,” she told him in a purr.

“Oh yeah?” he asked, stepping closer. “What for?”

Shelly let her eyes flutter closed, but when she felt big hands on the button of her shorts, they flew right back open.

“I need you to put that,” she said, pointing to his now weeping cock, “in here.”

Then, she palmed herself through her shorts, thrusting her hips forward.

* * *

Josh watched as Shelly played with her nipples while pressing her hand between her thighs, and suddenly, his control snapped.

Reaching out, he grabbed the hand between her legs, tugging her forward. Caught off-guard, she squeaked when she almost fell, but he was there to catch her as she stumbled.

He turned her around, pushing her toward the fridge. She was now standing so her breasts were pressed up against the cool stainless steel, and his hot naked body was pressed firmly against her back.

“Hmm,” he moaned, rubbing his aching shaft against the denim covering her ass. He leaned down and burrowed his nose under her ear, taking a deep breath. Ahh, apples. Reaching around her tiny waist, he slid his big hand down her shorts and into her panties. She groaned loudly as his fingers brushed past her hard little clit.