in
the little kitchen. He had been patient, indulgent, sweet, and
caring this past week. He even showed her how to make tea. But what
she wanted more than anything was for Joey to kiss her and hold her
in his arms again. Several nights ago when they danced she felt
reminiscent of a fairy princess at a ball with Joey the handsome
prince. Joey popped his head into the room. "Want a
Pepsi?"
"Yes I would, thank you."
He snapped on the music and turned it down low
so they could talk if they wished.
Joey handed her the open bottle and she
immediately took a drink. If there was any way she could fill the
carriage with bottles of Pepsi to take back with her, she would. Why not, indeed? A giggle escaped her lips. The thought was
absurd or was it? What she really wanted to stuff into the carriage
to take home with her was Joey.
She glanced at his profile. He was utterly
stunningly, handsome, and masculine. Was it possible for someone to
become besotted on such a short acquaintance? She never thought so
but she was being inundated with feelings she could not even
understand. Catherine dismissed her thoughts. It could not be love.
What she felt was a physical attraction, nothing more. She moved
closer to him. Her hand reached under his shirt and laid it flat
over his heart. His skin burned with fire and his rapid heartbeat
joined with hers, making a connection more intimate than anything
she could imagine.
Joey leaned back his head and moaned. Oh
heavens . He felt the attraction as well.
"Kiss me, Joey."
He turned to look at her. His expressive eyes
made a leisurely sizzling appraisal of her face and body. She wore
'jeans', one of the bits of clothing he’d acquired for her. They
felt glorious and she loved how Joey assessed and admired the way
they fit.
"You want to make out then?" He
smiled.
"Make out? Is that another slang word? Is it
the same as fu–"
He laid two fingers on her lips briefly.
"Don't say it babe, unless you want me to lose control. Make out is
slang for kissing and touching, nothing more."
Her hand roved across his chest, the feel of
his muscles and crisp chest hair stoked her desire. "I would like
to make out, sounds– groovy."
Joey laughed and pulled her close. "Have I
told you you're adorable?"
"Yes, a few times. I never tire of hearing you
say so."
Joey turned and laid her down flat on the
couch while he positioned his body on top. He moved his leg between
hers and spread them apart so the very male part of him pressed
against her hip. He loomed above her, his wide shoulders and broad
chest all but took up her entire view. Catherine felt overwhelmed
by his presence but not in a threatening way.
"You never have to fear me." His voice was low
and husky. The deep, dulcet tones sent fresh waves of heat coiling
about her spine down to the feminine part of her.
She reached up and cupped his cheek. "I do not
fear you Joey, only the feelings you stir inside me."
Joey growled and then captured her lips in
his. The kiss was devastating. Her senses were flooded with
covetous desire. Every kiss from him grew in intensity. Catherine
could not deny her emotions. A useless endeavor for she thirsted
for more. Her hands ran down his back in encouragement and her
fingers dug into the valley of his spine. Hard, unyielding muscle
moved under her fingers. His kiss was forceful and his tongue
obstinate in its plunder of her mouth.
She wanted to experience everything. Catherine
wanted to feel desire, lust, yearning, and she wanted to feel it
all with Joey. She wanted him to show her all the ways to love,
fuck, and make out. To be able to explore his naked body, kiss, and
touch every inch of his skin. But most of all, the sensation of his
cock inside her appealed the most. Catherine blushed, she was a
wanton thinking these thoughts and saying those words, but she just
did not care.
Catherine moved her hips to get closer to his
hardness. Joey broke the kiss and looked at her in astonishment.
Was she shocking him? She
the little kitchen. He had been patient, indulgent, sweet, and
caring this past week. He even showed her how to make tea. But what
she wanted more than anything was for Joey to kiss her and hold her
in his arms again. Several nights ago when they danced she felt
reminiscent of a fairy princess at a ball with Joey the handsome
prince. Joey popped his head into the room. "Want a
Pepsi?"
"Yes I would, thank you."
He snapped on the music and turned it down low
so they could talk if they wished.
Joey handed her the open bottle and she
immediately took a drink. If there was any way she could fill the
carriage with bottles of Pepsi to take back with her, she would. Why not, indeed? A giggle escaped her lips. The thought was
absurd or was it? What she really wanted to stuff into the carriage
to take home with her was Joey.
She glanced at his profile. He was utterly
stunningly, handsome, and masculine. Was it possible for someone to
become besotted on such a short acquaintance? She never thought so
but she was being inundated with feelings she could not even
understand. Catherine dismissed her thoughts. It could not be love.
What she felt was a physical attraction, nothing more. She moved
closer to him. Her hand reached under his shirt and laid it flat
over his heart. His skin burned with fire and his rapid heartbeat
joined with hers, making a connection more intimate than anything
she could imagine.
Joey leaned back his head and moaned. Oh
heavens . He felt the attraction as well.
"Kiss me, Joey."
He turned to look at her. His expressive eyes
made a leisurely sizzling appraisal of her face and body. She wore
'jeans', one of the bits of clothing he’d acquired for her. They
felt glorious and she loved how Joey assessed and admired the way
they fit.
"You want to make out then?" He
smiled.
"Make out? Is that another slang word? Is it
the same as fu–"
He laid two fingers on her lips briefly.
"Don't say it babe, unless you want me to lose control. Make out is
slang for kissing and touching, nothing more."
Her hand roved across his chest, the feel of
his muscles and crisp chest hair stoked her desire. "I would like
to make out, sounds– groovy."
Joey laughed and pulled her close. "Have I
told you you're adorable?"
"Yes, a few times. I never tire of hearing you
say so."
Joey turned and laid her down flat on the
couch while he positioned his body on top. He moved his leg between
hers and spread them apart so the very male part of him pressed
against her hip. He loomed above her, his wide shoulders and broad
chest all but took up her entire view. Catherine felt overwhelmed
by his presence but not in a threatening way.
"You never have to fear me." His voice was low
and husky. The deep, dulcet tones sent fresh waves of heat coiling
about her spine down to the feminine part of her.
She reached up and cupped his cheek. "I do not
fear you Joey, only the feelings you stir inside me."
Joey growled and then captured her lips in
his. The kiss was devastating. Her senses were flooded with
covetous desire. Every kiss from him grew in intensity. Catherine
could not deny her emotions. A useless endeavor for she thirsted
for more. Her hands ran down his back in encouragement and her
fingers dug into the valley of his spine. Hard, unyielding muscle
moved under her fingers. His kiss was forceful and his tongue
obstinate in its plunder of her mouth.
She wanted to experience everything. Catherine
wanted to feel desire, lust, yearning, and she wanted to feel it
all with Joey. She wanted him to show her all the ways to love,
fuck, and make out. To be able to explore his naked body, kiss, and
touch every inch of his skin. But most of all, the sensation of his
cock inside her appealed the most. Catherine blushed, she was a
wanton thinking these thoughts and saying those words, but she just
did not care.
Catherine moved her hips to get closer to his
hardness. Joey broke the kiss and looked at her in astonishment.
Was she shocking him? She
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