sizzle straight to his prick.
Walking through the wrought iron gates they
were immediately inundated with the aroma of freshly prepared food
and baked goods. The market was alive with the sounds of shoppers
and clerks conducting transactions at the various
stalls.
"Joey, this is similar to the market in Truro.
How long has this been here?"
"1876. Hasn't changed much I hear." He pointed
to the ceiling. "See how the inside resembles the keel of a ship?
Those beams are almost a century old."
She followed his gaze. "I do not quite see
it."
Joey stepped behind her, his hands trailed up
her arms seductively. He leaned down to whisper in her ear. A
tantalizing whiff of herbal shampoo filled his senses and the
sizzle to his cock snapped and crackled. "Look closer; see the
rounded design of the beams?"
He slipped his arm around her waist and pulled
her against him. His tongue darted out and licked the whorl of her
ear. Cathy moaned and leaned her head back against his chest. He
began to nibble on her ear lobe while his hips moved provocatively
against her ass. "It's a homage to the shipbuilding history of this
city," he whispered. Joey's voice was harsh and raspy from desire
and his vision blurred from the sensation of having her body flush
against him.
Cathy rubbed her ass against his erection and
Joey could swear he heard sexy little mews escape her lips. Jesus! Did she even know what she was doing? He was
so close to leading her outside into the alley to lean her against
the bricks and kiss and fondle her until she begged for more.
Reluctantly, he stepped back. They were in a public place and
starting to attract attention. He shook his head to clear the lust
fog that had settled in his brain.
Cathy turned and squeezed his arm causing
another bolt of desire to curl around his spine. "How do you know
so much?"
He shrugged nonchalantly. "I'm proud of my
city. It has a great history."
Cathy glanced around then leaned up and kissed
his cheek. "You're adorable, Joey Indelli."
God, how those words jolted his heart. The
sensations were unknown and scared the shit out of him. His
reaction to her nearness ignited his worst fears. Joey wanted her
and realized there was more to his feelings than just being horny.
He found her adorable and maybe falling in love with her ramped up
his passion. But what terrified him was Cathy not returning his
feelings. No, it was more than that. If by some chance she found
her way home, he would be alone again. Joey had enough of being
alone. He took her hand and they walked to the meat
counter.
"I can fry up a great steak. I'll get some for
supper."
Cathy looked up at him and smiled. "I would
like that, Joey."
Thing was… so would he.
****
Back at Joey's apartment, Catherine watched
him hang his leather jacket and put the steaks in the
fridge.
What a wonderful afternoon they spent
together. Her fingers traced over her bare arm. Joey's touch made
her skin come alive. When he pulled her close in the market such
wicked sensations covered her. There was much Catherine did not
understand. The feelings and emotions and the physical response of
her body when she was near Joey.
Her thoughts turned to her
situation.
In many ways she was surprised, impressed and
overwhelmed by this time. Regardless, she still wanted to go home.
Catherine missed her home, her family, and she adored her quiet
country life. Her father was a viscount and could easily live in
Truro, but he and her mother preferred living in St. John and she
grew to love the serene estate as much as they did.
She could not give up hope she would return to
her time. Before they went to the City Market they stopped by the
mill and the carriage was still there sitting patiently and
waiting. Catherine was more and more convinced the carriage was the
key. Whether it was enchanted by some mystical spell or it simply
became a tool in a scientific anomaly, she knew in her heart the
carriage was the way home. She could hear Joey puttering about
Walking through the wrought iron gates they
were immediately inundated with the aroma of freshly prepared food
and baked goods. The market was alive with the sounds of shoppers
and clerks conducting transactions at the various
stalls.
"Joey, this is similar to the market in Truro.
How long has this been here?"
"1876. Hasn't changed much I hear." He pointed
to the ceiling. "See how the inside resembles the keel of a ship?
Those beams are almost a century old."
She followed his gaze. "I do not quite see
it."
Joey stepped behind her, his hands trailed up
her arms seductively. He leaned down to whisper in her ear. A
tantalizing whiff of herbal shampoo filled his senses and the
sizzle to his cock snapped and crackled. "Look closer; see the
rounded design of the beams?"
He slipped his arm around her waist and pulled
her against him. His tongue darted out and licked the whorl of her
ear. Cathy moaned and leaned her head back against his chest. He
began to nibble on her ear lobe while his hips moved provocatively
against her ass. "It's a homage to the shipbuilding history of this
city," he whispered. Joey's voice was harsh and raspy from desire
and his vision blurred from the sensation of having her body flush
against him.
Cathy rubbed her ass against his erection and
Joey could swear he heard sexy little mews escape her lips. Jesus! Did she even know what she was doing? He was
so close to leading her outside into the alley to lean her against
the bricks and kiss and fondle her until she begged for more.
Reluctantly, he stepped back. They were in a public place and
starting to attract attention. He shook his head to clear the lust
fog that had settled in his brain.
Cathy turned and squeezed his arm causing
another bolt of desire to curl around his spine. "How do you know
so much?"
He shrugged nonchalantly. "I'm proud of my
city. It has a great history."
Cathy glanced around then leaned up and kissed
his cheek. "You're adorable, Joey Indelli."
God, how those words jolted his heart. The
sensations were unknown and scared the shit out of him. His
reaction to her nearness ignited his worst fears. Joey wanted her
and realized there was more to his feelings than just being horny.
He found her adorable and maybe falling in love with her ramped up
his passion. But what terrified him was Cathy not returning his
feelings. No, it was more than that. If by some chance she found
her way home, he would be alone again. Joey had enough of being
alone. He took her hand and they walked to the meat
counter.
"I can fry up a great steak. I'll get some for
supper."
Cathy looked up at him and smiled. "I would
like that, Joey."
Thing was… so would he.
****
Back at Joey's apartment, Catherine watched
him hang his leather jacket and put the steaks in the
fridge.
What a wonderful afternoon they spent
together. Her fingers traced over her bare arm. Joey's touch made
her skin come alive. When he pulled her close in the market such
wicked sensations covered her. There was much Catherine did not
understand. The feelings and emotions and the physical response of
her body when she was near Joey.
Her thoughts turned to her
situation.
In many ways she was surprised, impressed and
overwhelmed by this time. Regardless, she still wanted to go home.
Catherine missed her home, her family, and she adored her quiet
country life. Her father was a viscount and could easily live in
Truro, but he and her mother preferred living in St. John and she
grew to love the serene estate as much as they did.
She could not give up hope she would return to
her time. Before they went to the City Market they stopped by the
mill and the carriage was still there sitting patiently and
waiting. Catherine was more and more convinced the carriage was the
key. Whether it was enchanted by some mystical spell or it simply
became a tool in a scientific anomaly, she knew in her heart the
carriage was the way home. She could hear Joey puttering about
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