Page 33 of Moving to Love
Jeremiah leaned in and smiled at Joci. “I think you’re jealous!”
Joci raised her eyebrows. “Perhaps. Wouldn’t you be if the tables were turned?”
“Yes. Don’t talk about that anymore. I hate hearing it.”
Joci smirked. “So, here’s the rub. I have trust issues, and it bothers me to see LuAnn hugging you, kissing you, and paying ‘special’ attention to you. You can’t stand even talking or thinking about me with someone else in the same situation. So, tell me how we deal with this.”
Jeremiah let out a long breath as he held her gaze.
Joci started to scoot over to the other side of the truck to get out, but he grabbed her and held her in place. He leaned forward and teased her lips with his tongue. He lightly touched his lips to hers. Her sigh was his cue that she was softening. His tongue danced along hers. Jeremiah’s hand slid down to Joci’s breast and pinched her nipple. A rush of air huffed out of her mouth. Yeah, he loved that. Her breasts were simply fantastic.
She reached over and covered his thickening length with her hand, and he involuntarily lifted his hips to add pressure. She fondled him through his jeans, and his breath caught. The constriction was beginning to be too much.
He rasped out, “Jesus, Joci. Look what you’ve done to me.”
Joci smiled against his lips. “You started it.”
She continued to rub him until he pulled away abruptly.
He sat back. “Jesus, these jeans are incredibly tight right now. You’ll cut my circulation off, causing an amputation here.”
Joci pursed her lips. “That would be terrible. I would hate that. But, you do have an amazing tongue.”
Her smile widened, and his mouth dropped open before he slammed it closed.
“You’ll pay for that remark. Later.”
Her smile stretched across her face, which created those sexy dimples in her cheeks. He took in every inch of her face, committing it to memory for the hundredth time since he’d met her.
When she spoke, her voice was low and breathy. “I can’t wait.”
He had never had his heart so completely involved in sex. Every time he looked at Joci, he wanted to consume her, to be part of every minute of her every day. He wanted her body in every way he could have her. He wanted her to want him just as bad. And he wanted her to trust him, love him, and be with him through thick and thin.
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“And for good measure, I’ll show you just how good my tongue is, too.” She winked and raised her eyebrows while staring at him.
Every drop of blood in his body ran screaming to his cock. The swiftness of it made him lightheaded. He blinked a few times as he came back to reality. A lazy, sated smile formed on his lips.
“I don’t know how you did that with just your words, but I want more of it. And, I’m going to hold you to it.”
He leaned forward and kissed her lips and laid his forehead against hers for a few moments.
His heart returned to its normal beat, and he softly said, “While we’re out there talking to people, I want you thinking about how I’m going to lick your sweet little pussy as soon as I get you home. I’m going to slide my tongue into you. I’m going to lick it and suck your clit. I’m going to slide my cock inside of you after you come, and I’m going to make you crazy for more.”
She moaned, and her heartbeat accelerated. “You know we could just go home now. It wouldn’t be fair for me to walk around wet and ready.”
Jeremiah fixed his clothing, adjusted his cock as the swelling started to subside, and got out of the truck. He reached in and pulled her down out of the truck and hugged her for a long moment.
He chuckled. “Just make sure you don’t go to the bathroom and take care of yourself. I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”
He kissed her forehead, took her hand, and headed toward the door. As soon as they stepped out of the garage, they saw JT and Gunnar standing there.
“What took you so long? We were afraid to come in there and get you. We didn’t know what we would see.”
JT smirked; Gunnar did too, sort of. At the look on both Joci and Jeremiah’s faces, they both started laughing.
“Oh, my God, you’re fucking kidding me! Mom!”
