Page 16 of One Tough Love

Wes nodded then a terrible thought struck him. “Is someone picking you up?”

Jo nodded and Wes looked crestfallen. “A cab.” She said quickly.

“Please let me drive you home.”

“But I already called them. Look it’s here now.” The cab pulled to the curb. Wes opened the front passenger door handed the man a fifty and told him she did not need a ride anymore. The cabbie smiled positively pleased with the fifty and he pulled away.

When Wes turned back towards Jo she had a small frown on her face.

“I really want to take you home Jo.”

Jo shifted her weight from one foot to the other. She might as well speak up now she thought.

“Wes I had a nice time with you tonight, but I sort of got the feeling that you and Jill…”

“No Jill and I are not anything Jo. Employer and employee that’s it.”

“But…”

“No buts. Actually Andy has been stuck on her for a while.”

“Oh, she just looked like, you know, she was sending me a message.”

“I know what she was doing Jo. She shouldn’t have. I told her to back off. Now, please may I drive you home?”

Jo smiled at him and Wes’ heart pounded hard in his chest. This woman was doing things to him that had him off kilter. His normal M.O. was calm, cool, collected, but when it came to her he found himself doing things that were anything but normal; like watching her townhouse, Googling her, and worse still was how she was constantly on his mind.

“Well.” Jo said demurely. “Since my ride just pulled away. I guess I do need a ride.”

Wes beamed at her and took her guitar case from her hands and then guided her around the side of the building to his car. He fished out his keys and Jo saw the lights blink on a black Porsche.

“Nice car.” She said s

eriously.

“I like cars.” Wes said matter of fact. “I have a couple.” Jo laughed.

Wes safely stowed her guitar in the trunk and then placed her inside the car. Jo gave him her address and although Wes knew precisely where she lived he went through the motions of putting it into his GPS.

“I don’t think I live too far from you.” Wes said.

“Really? Where do you live?”

“On Lakeview.”

“Oh that’s a beautiful area. I run that lake all the time. Are you in a house or one of the condos?”

“I’m in a condo. I have a really great view of the lake.”

They spoke more about the lake community. Wes revealed that he too ran that same lake trail. They discussed restaurants in the area and they discovered they both liked the Italian restaurant Cafe Azzuri. When they pulled up to Jo’s townhouse Wes had one thing on his mind; he wanted to give Jo a goodnight kiss.

Jo turned to Wes to thank him for the ride and Wes captured her chin in his hand. His eyes were memorizing her face and instead of feeling shy Jo studied his as well. Finally Wes leaned in and Jo met him half way. Her lips were so soft and he drank in her sweet fragrance. She smelled like vanilla and lavender. His dress pants became too snug and because he didn’t want to intimidate her he made sure his left arm was hiding the bulge that had appeared.

Jo loved how his lips felt on hers. He smelled of spice and mint and loved how his fingers held her face so delicately, yet so firmly. Jo felt Wes use his thumb to apply a tiny bit of pressure to her chin successfully opening her mouth and the second she did his tongue swept in and caressed hers. Jo groaned and Wes felt himself harden even more.

She loved how he kissed. He was gentle but confident. Jo reached her hand up and wrapped her one hand around his strong forearm and her other hand she threaded through his dark hair. The contact stilled Wes and he pulled back slightly. He stared at Jo with his moss colored eyes and then Jo pulled his head back towards her and their lips joined with unrestrained desire. Their kiss was consuming and Jo wanted to crawl into his lap to get closer to him. Her nipples pebbled, pressing wantonly against his chest and her core dampened.

Wes couldn’t get close enough to her and for the first time ever; he wished he owned a big old-fashioned bench seated car. His one hand had left her chin and wrapped under her arm that was now grasping his shoulder. His cock was so hard that he had to adjust himself quickly. His sensitive head pressed painfully on the buckle of his belt.

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