Loving Mindy (Lone Pine Lake 2.50)

“Are we sickeningly into each other?” She turned on Josh, her expression questioning.

“I know I’m sickeningly into you.” He snagged her hand and brought it to his mouth, pressing a kiss to the back of it. “I wouldn’t have it any other way though.”

She smiled at him. “Let’s get out of here,” she whispered.

He raised his brows. “Want to come back to my place?”

“Yes.” She nodded furiously. “Please.”

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Mindy felt like her entire life had changed in the blink of an eye. What had started out as a crappy day with Marty taking her boys to Hawaii ended with her reconnecting with Josh and discovering that she had feelings for him. Feelings that had always been there, lying dormant as if waiting for just the right time to be revealed.

Now she lay in his arms, in his bed, their bodies naked and damp, their breathing accelerated as they clung to each other in the darkness.

“Your bed is comfortable,” she finally said because wow, she didn’t know what else to say. Josh had quite simply rocked her world with a few deliberate strokes and expert kisses. She flat-out didn’t know sex could be like this.

Look at what she’d been missing all these years.

Josh chuckled and kissed the top of her head, squeezing her close. “Glad you think so.”

She stroked his chest, her touch light as she traced the little dark hairs that grew in between his pecs. “Do you think we moved too fast?”

“What do you mean?”

“We get snowed in together, we kiss, we argue, we make up, I take you to my family’s house for Christmas, and now we’ve had sex?” She lifted up on one arm, staring down at him. “That’s moving pretty fast, Josh.”

Reaching out, he touched her cheek, cupping her face as if it was a precious, delicate thing. “We’ve known each other for years, Min. When it’s right, it’s right.”

A smile curved her lips and tears threatened to spill. No way. She refused to cry. “It is, isn’t it?”

“Hell yeah.” He pulled her down for a deep, delicious kiss. “I have a feeling we’re going to spend a lot of time together.”

“You do?” she asked, her voice teasing. “How long do you think?”

“I don’t know, the next fifty years or so?” And before she could utter another word, he kissed her.

And never let her go.

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