Chapter 13 #3
The hair she’d let down from the ponytail made a curtain around them, sealing them off from the world as she lowered her head and captured his mouth in a soft, sensual kiss.
Even though he wanted to devour her, Joe cupped her face and let her take the lead.
She seemed freer tonight, less concerned about where all this might be leading and more interested in seizing the moment—their moment.
Her tongue traced a trail from bottom lip to top before dipping inside to flirt with his.
Joe couldn’t seem to draw a breath as he responded to her gentle strokes. And then she was gone, shifting her attention to his jaw before rolling his earlobe between her teeth. He sucked in a sharp deep breath as the sensation traveled from his ear straight to his cock. “Janey.”
“Hmm?” Now she was at his neck on her way to his chest. She worked his shirt up and over his head without missing a beat in her game of sensual torture. “You’re so tense. Relax, Joe. Let me take care of you for a change.”
Would he survive her brand of caretaking? Her lips were soft and smooth on his chest, and he had to remind himself to keep breathing. She shifted lower, pressing her belly against his straining erection.
“Baby, you’re driving me crazy,” he whispered, running his fingers through fine strands of golden hair.
Massaging his shoulders, she licked his nipple. The sensation zipped through him like an electrical charge he felt in every cell. Then she was at his belly, teasing and tempting him with her tongue and lips.
Joe hadn’t been this close to an embarrassing accident since high school—and that was before he felt his zipper travel down over his straining shaft. He bit his lip—hard—hoping to regain some control.
“You smell so good,” she whispered against his belly, causing an outbreak of goose bumps on his overly sensitive skin.
“What do I smell like?”
“The sea and fresh air and sexy man.”
“All that?”
“Mmm hmm.” This she muttered against the head of his penis, which had somehow found its way to her mouth.
“Janey, honey, wait. . .”
She looked up at him with innocent blue eyes that were mocking him. “Why?”
“You’re a vixen, aren’t you?” he asked, laughing softly. “You know exactly what you’re doing to me.”
The gentle strokes of her hand quickly had him on the verge of explosion.
“Are you complaining?”
Joe released a ragged breath. “No.” He broke out in a sweat when she took him deep into her mouth while using her tongue and hand to caress him. “Janey. . . honey. . . God.”
She laughed, and the vibration almost finished him off.
“Baby, come up here. Let’s do this together.”
Joe got a second lease on life when she released him to shimmy out of her skirt and panties. Watching her pull her top over her head and remove her bra, however, had him right back at the brink. He reached for her, certain he’d never been more turned on in his life.
With her hand on his chest, she eased him back, letting him know she was still in charge. She straddled him and rubbed her moist heat over him.
He grabbed her hips, desperate to be inside her, but she wasn’t done playing with him.
Apparently, she didn’t care that she was making him crazy, because she tossed her head back and laughed. Sliding his hands from her hips to her ribs, he cupped her breasts and ran his thumbs over her nipples. That finally seemed to get her attention. She stopped tormenting him and took him in.
“Ahhh,” she sighed, gazing down at him through half-lidded eyes. “That feels so good.”
Joe linked their fingers and held on tight, expecting her to ride him hard. But once again she surprised him by stilling the movement of her hips. He groaned. “Janey!”
“Tell me something about you that I don’t know.”
He stared up at her, incredulous. “Now?”
She bit her lip and nodded. “You know me so well. You know how I take my coffee and that I’m a vegetarian. You even remember my injured pet squirrel and the Strawberry Shortcake overalls. I need to catch up.”
His fingers traveled over her back to cup her bottom, bringing her in tighter against him. “And we have to play get-to-know-you right this minute?”
Tilting her hips ever so provocatively, she nodded again. “Just one thing, Joe. That’s all I’m asking for.”
“I can’t believe you expect me to think right now.”
She squeezed his shoulders. “You can do it, and when you do, you’ll be richly rewarded.”
“Well, when you put it that way. . .” He squirmed beneath her, needing more and needing it now. Somehow, he managed to say, “I like to paint.”
“Walls?”
“Canvas.” He gasped when she rolled her hips and bent to drag her breasts over his chest. “Landscapes.”
“Oh! You mean paint paint.”
“Right. Can we have sex now?”
“We are having sex.”
“Can we do it my way?”
Her lip came out in a pretty pout. “You don’t like my way?”
“I love your way.” He sat up and curled her legs around his hips. “But I’m about to explode. You wanna come with me?”
“Will you show me your paintings? After we explode?”
He bit back a smile. Had she ever been more adorable? “Yes!”
She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her breasts against him. “Then I wanna go with you. Take me with you, Joe.”
“Gladly, my love.”