Page 39 of Too Much Heat

He said, “I remodeled my whole house, you know.”

“No, I didn’t know.”

“Me and Jimmy. With him, it was fun. We bought the place together and designed it with a section for him and one for me.”

“I’m so sorry for your loss.”

He turned in his seat. “How sorry?”

“Excuse me?”

Taking her beer and setting it on the table, along with his, he drew her toward him. “I gotta do this again, Lara. I didn’t get nearly enough the last time.”

Joe tried to gentle the kiss, but he’d used up all his reserve with Jackson. He took her mouth, tasted the recesses of it and deepened the kiss. He felt her sigh and inch closer. They kissed and kissed.

He opened her blouse, pulled down her bra.

She tugged his shirt over his head.

Skin to skin, they embraced. Finally, he mumbled against her mouth, “I need more, sweetheart.”

“Let’s go upstairs. Sammy will sleep till morning.”

He bolted up. “You’re on.” He drew her to her feet, kissed her quickly then let her lead him through the living room and up the steps. He could barely wait to get her horizontal.

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Their eyes locked, they disrobed each other. The slide of her shirt off her shoulders made her shiver. Her senses heightened, she thought she could hear it hit the floor. He pushed down her capris. Stepping back, his eyes widened at her maroon why-bother bra and skimpy panties.

“Tell me you don’t wear those to work.”

“Of course I do.”

“Arrgh! I’ll never be able to—”

She moved in closer, shutting him up. She finished unbuttoning his shirt. The unzipping of his jeans seemed loud. Finally he was down to his skivvies. She whipped off her bra and disposed of her panties. “I’m in a hurry now.”

His eyes twinkled. “I can see that.” Her nipples were hard.

She dragged down his briefs. “Ha. You’re ready. too.”

He eased her onto the bed and stretched her out. Kneeling over her, he kissed his way down her body. She squirmed. He tongued her naval, nosed into her curls, sighed. When he got to her ankles, he picked one up and admired it. Kissed it, too.

“Stop, Joe. Get on the bed.”

He kissed her ankle again. “You don’t like that?”

“Of course I do. I want more.”

“Oh, all right.” He set her leg down and climbed on beside her. Surrounded by all the lovely peach hues of this room, he kissed her long and slow and liquid. She lowered her hand to his groin. He moaned loudly. Finally he said, “Stop! Or you won’t get any pleasure.”

He drew a lovely long leg over him and slid his hand to her vagina. Pressed with his palm. “Oh, God.”

He opened her and slid inside her.

The feel of Joe, hard and pulsing in her womb eclipsed the room. The bed. She could only see him. His slumberous eyes. The slow, sexy smile.

Then he began to move.

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