Page 87 of Steamy Ever After

CHAPTER 10

JOE

Gripping her delicate knees, I spread her legs apart, delighted when her T-shirt lifts and I’m greeted by white cotton panties.

I lock my gaze on hers, because I realize it’s tough for her to give in and open up—pun intended.

Concern fills her green eyes. She’s sorting through the reasons she thinks this is a bad idea.

I analyze her body language. Her lips part when I touch the tip of her knee. Her breath hitches when I slide my hands up her thighs. There’s something she’s not sure about. And I’m certain if I let her eyes leave mine, let her divert her attention from what’s happening, the spell will break.

This is a journey of discovery, feeling her buttery smooth skin beneath my touch, her firm legs and thighs that could crush a man at will.

I move my hands under her shirt, stroking her lower stomach lightly. She shivers.

“If this is going too fast, you let me know.”

She nods, her smile unreserved but challenging. Jane is so complex to read sometimes, but where that might frighten some men away, it only stirs me on.

I skim a finger under her panties, where the seam meets her upper thigh, then slide it down over the fabric to her middle. She’s so wet and my throat tightens with anticipation. I lift her T-shirt over her stomach, lowering my face and she welcomes me, parting her legs some more and whimpering as my mouth glides down.

Through her thick, dark lashes, she stares at me inquisitively as I inhale her scent.

“Do you want this?”

She swallows, then nods.

“Speak to me, Janey.”

Her nostrils flare, darkness filling her eyes, then she huffs. “Yes, Joey. Don’t stop.”

I laugh, running a finger along the edge of her thigh, lifting her panties, sliding my finger in further, feeling her soft hair. As if releasing some long-kept weight from her shoulders, she breathes out a heavy exhale and slams her eyes shut.

After all the bickering, all the lead up to this moment, I kind of wish she was more difficult to get going, more challenging, but apparently Jane is an eager beaver.

Still, I want to enjoy this. Even if she’s ready to go, I bet she wants it to last a while, too, so I take my time.

With a light swipe of my finger along her skin, barely touching her but enough to ignite her desire, she drops her head back and supports herself against the wall behind her. She arches her back; her pebbled nipples push against her shirt, making me regret not taking it off before coming south. I can only imagine how amazing her beautiful breasts would look while I sucked on her pussy.

Fuck the teasing, I think, giving into my greediness and grip the sides of her underwear, yanking them down.

Bared to me, she squeezes her thighs together. I tsk and shove her legs apart, spreading her open.

“Don’t hide from me, Jane. I want to see you.”

She makes a grimace and shuts her eyes, but her legs relax under my grip.

Moving to her inner thighs, I push a little more, then prop her feet up on the dryer. Exposed, she’s at my mercy, and shivers again. I know she’s feeling vulnerable, but I’ve never seen such a pretty pink pussy so wet and ready.

“Jesus, Jane. What have you been hiding from me?”

“Christ, Joe. Are you just going to talk all night, or are you going to make me come?”

Her forceful words drag my gaze up. Her vibrant eyes meet mine, and she smirks, causing my jaw to drop.

A laugh slips from my mouth. “That’s my girl.”

I run two fingers down her slit, then back up, softly pressing her clit. A needy, tortured moan spills over her lips.

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