She pressed a hand to her lips. “I’m sorry,” she said, the words muffled behind her fingers. “But I just… I never expected this.”
“Me neither.”
For a second, she studied him then murmured, “It was good for me too.”
He ducked his head, and as he’d done after they’d had sex, avoided eye contact with her. “I’m glad.”
She licked her lips which suddenly felt dry. “What’s really going on here, Josh? I feel like you’re not telling me everything.”
“I’m probably not because I don’t know everything myself.”
“What does that even mean?”
He frowned. “I’m not used to feeling this way. Uncertain. On edge with women. I do with you. It’s unusual, and as I already said, irritating.”
“You have to understand why I’m not ready for more.”
“I do, but that doesn’t mean to say we should explore this.”
“This?”
“What we have between us. I didn’t realize there was something… but now I wonder—”
When he broke it off there, she bit her lip after she asked, “What do you wonder?”
“If half the reason I was so against you was because I wanted you myself.”
Her eyes widened at that admission. “What?”
His shoulders rippled with agitation. “Trust me, this is all coming as big as a shock to me as it is to you.”
“Thanks, I think,” she grumbled wryly, making him wince.
“Sorry. I’m not good at this.”
“No, you’ve never had to be, have you? They all just come running to you.”
“That’s not…” He sighed. “That’s very fair.”
Her lips twitched at the sheepish admission. “It’s okay. I wouldn’t expect anything less. You’re cute and you’re rich. What more does a certain kind of woman want?”
“A certain kind that isn’t you.”
“No. Not me. I never wanted Jamie because he was rich,” she said softly. “If anything, I had stars in my eyes. He looked like something from a movie that night. I didn’t realize he was going to be a nightmare.” Though her words turned somber, her tone didn’t.
Jamie was, she realized, moving further and further away. The distance of time and this new development with Josh making him seem far away in a past she had no desire to ponder anymore.
“But,” she said quickly, when she saw the tautness of his mouth and knew he was thinking of what her husband had put her through, “I’m not interested in your money. I’m interested in you and your… well, what we did together.”
Josh laughed. “Were you going to say my cock?”
“Maybe,” she admitted drily. “But I restrained myself.”
“You barely managed it,” he teased.
“Barely but I did,” she retorted, cocking her brow and daring him to argue.
He laughed again and reached up to cup her chin. “I want to see what we can bring each other, Samantha. Is that a crime?”