Overheated by Shoshanna Evers Page B

completely taken aback. Oh god, that was too bold. He must think I’m crazy. Maybe she should pretend she’d been kidding around.
    “Are you serious?” he asked. That cute lopsided smile broke out across his face again.
    She shifted her weight, pressing her hips against his bulge, keeping his arms tight around her waist. “Do you want me to be?”
    “Oh, hell yes,” he laughed, leaning down and kissing her hard, the stubble on his handsome face chafing her cheek deliciously. Suddenly he stopped. “Please, please don’t take this the wrong way…but you’re not a, um, lady of the, um…”
    Katie laughed. “Nope, not a hooker. And I just happened to have this,” she said, brandishing a condom from her purse.
    Joe raised his eyebrows and grinned, plucking it out of her fingers. She took his hand and pulled him toward the bathroom.
    “What about your car?” he asked.
      “It’ll still be there in a couple minutes.”
    He slipped into the bathroom behind her and she closed the door, bolting it. “I might need more than a couple minutes,” he said, lifting his shirt up over his head.
    Oh. My. God.
    His muscular chest and hard, rippling six-pack abs led to a tapered waist and tanned skin that disappeared into his jeans. Katie licked her lips and pulled her tank top off, revealing her sweat-soaked bra, which she removed with one hand, enjoying the feel of air on her breasts.
    Joe dropped to his knees before her, obviously not minding that the floor of the public restroom had seen better days. He pressed a hot, wet kiss against her bare breast, licking the sweat from her belly. His tongue slid across her skin, as if her were tasting her. She moaned in anticipation when he nibbled gently on the underside of her breast, his stubble scratching and waking up her nerve endings.
    “I’m unsure how I got so lucky,” he murmured, taking her nipple into his mouth. “Do you usually hook up with strangers?”
    She threw her head back, gasping as he sucked, her nipples hardening into tight peaks. “Yup,” she lied, enjoying his tongue on her body. “Whenever I’m horny and meet an insanely hot guy. Like today.”
    Joe laughed. “I should go buy a lottery ticket after this,” he said, running his hand up her thigh, pushing his fingers under the frayed hem of her denim cut-offs. His fingers were so long they grazed her panties, pressing against her labia.
    Katie squirmed against his fingers, trying to get him to touch her clit, but his hand stayed just shy of where she needed it to be. Having him touch her down there, so close but still not penetrating, still not rubbing…she needed more. He kissed her thigh, running one hand across her hips and squeezing her ass through her shorts, the other hand still tucked under her hem and torturing her pussy with its useless proximity. She wiggled again, hoping for the satisfaction of those fingers finding their place inside her.
    “Joe, strip me down, I need you,” she said, fumbling with her button-fly. She didn’t have to ask twice. He tugged her shorts down around her ankles so fast she felt breathless. Her panties soaked with a mixture of sweat and arousal, the scent lingering in the air.
    “Fuck yeah, you smell like sex,” he growled, latching his mouth onto her pussy right over her panties. Oh yes, finally. He pushed the material aside, running his tongue over her slick folds. She gasped as he found her swollen clit and sucked it full into his mouth.
    With slow, long strokes, Joe licked her pussy until she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t handle even a second more, but at the same time she never wanted him to stop. If he could lick her clit all day long, she’d be up for it.
    It was so nice to be able to focus completely on her own pleasure without feeling embarrassed or guilty. Benefits of stranger-fucking , she thought, but then all thoughts left her mind as her climax built within her.
    “Faster,” she gasped, and he complied, building a rhythm with his tongue,