Holy. Freaking. Josh.
“Is it working?” he asks. I’m overwhelmed by sensations, but I think his voice is stiffer, tighter than usual. Deeper.
“Yeah, yup,” I gasp out. “Working.”
The ringing stops and the call goes to voicemail. “Again,” I demand.
My skin tingles and everything in me aches.
Josh lets out a huff and presses call.
The vibration starts again and I arch my back and tilt into Josh’s side. “Sweet, vibrating phone,” I breathe.
The vibration licks across my entire body. I’ve never been so horny in my life. For the past few insanely long days I have walked around needing this. Exactly this.
The phone stops buzzing and I let out an involuntary cry of frustration.
“More.”
The phone starts up again.
“Thank you,” I whisper. My toes curl in my shoes and my breath starts coming in shorter bursts. There’s a spring coiling tighter and tighter inside me and any moment it’s about to burst into an orgasm of epic proportions.
I look over at Josh and I’m too far gone to be embarrassed. I half lay against him, my hips arch up, and my lips fall open to let out little moans of pleasure.
Josh’s eyes are as dark as night and completely unreadable. In their reflection I can see myself, a black-haired wanton, getting off on a bench in Central Park.
“Hell. Gemma,” Josh swears.
The phone stops buzzing. And I’m almost there, I’m so high, so close that I grab his thigh with my free hand and beg, “Please.”
The buzzing starts again. Except, Josh didn’t press call. His eyebrows crinkle and I look down.
It’s my mom.
“Ack,” I shriek.
My mom is calling!
Ack.
I yank my phone away and sit up. There’s pain, there’s actual pain from the interruption.
“Crap,” I shout. I try to hang up on my mom, I paw at my phone and fumble with it. But you better believe instead of hanging up I hear my mom over the speaker.
“Gemma? Are you there? Gemma? Hello?”
I hold the phone out in front of me, complete and utter horror floods through me replacing every other feeling.
I close my eyes and hold the phone away from me like it’s radioactive. This cannot be happening.
“Gemma?”
I avoid looking at Josh. He sits stiff as a board on the bench next to me. His arm is heavy across my shoulders.
Slowly, ever so slowly, I pull the phone to my ear.
“Hey, Mom. Hi. I can’t talk right now.” My face heats with embarrassment and I can feel the sharp needles of a heated blush.
“Gemma. What in the world? Do you have a cold? Your voice is all scratchy. I was calling about Valentine’s Day. I know you don’t have a date, so I asked around and found—”
“Mom. I gotta go. Talk-to-you-later-bye.”
I hang up and drop my phone like a hot potato onto the bench. It clatters then falls still.
I put my hands in my lap and stare straight ahead at the snow, the cottage, and the tree branches screening Josh and I from the view of anyone walking by.
After a good five minutes of raging embarrassment and repeated thoughts of I can’t believe, what was I thinking, holy cow, Josh, phone, what???! I take a deep breath and turn to Josh.
He raises both his eyebrows and gives me a half-smile full of amusement and laughter.
“So. That happened,” he says. Then, “How’d I do? Are my skills up to par? As good as you remember? Or have I upped my game?”
Oh my gosh. He’s teasing me. He’s unbelievable.
I hold back a sharp, hysterical laugh. “If you ever tell anyone—”
“Yeah, sure. But is the problem solved?”
I pause and take in how I’m feeling. Embarrassed, ridiculous, but…not horny. And not angry, and not sobby.
A huge smile spreads across my face.
Josh grins back and his shoulders shake with laughter.
“Unbelievable.” I drop my head into the crook of his shoulder and smother my laughter in the warmth of his coat. It’s soft and smells like soap, and ink, and…Josh. I hold on to him and close my eyes and wait for the ridiculousness of the moment to pass.
Finally, I come up again and I’m able to look him in the face without blushing.
“So, erm, my appointment is in thirty minutes. You still want to come? You don’t have to, obviously.”
He quirks an eyebrow, then stands, grabs my hands and pulls me to my feet. “Wouldn’t miss it. Everything that could go wrong has already happened today, so we’re in the clear for an easy go of it.”