Something About Joe by Kandy Shepherd Page B

looked
sensational in shimmering, silky pantyhose.
    He was right behind her when she turned.
    A startled
“Oh,” was all she said, her eyes widening. He was so near he could
feel her breath on his face; so near he could see a pulse beating
erratically at the base of her throat. He inhaled the heady smell
of her: rich perfume, a hint of shampoo, and a musky, womanly scent
that was pure Allison.
    She didn’t try to move away.
    He took the
coffee jar from her unresisting fingers and put it on the
countertop.
    He ignored
the clamo ring of the alarm bells that
sounded urgently in his head. The alarm that warned this woman was
forbidden territory.
    He pulled
her to him and claimed again that sweet, lovely mouth. Her lips
were soft and yielded under his and she tasted as delicious as she
smelled—honey with a hint of spice, sugar with a tang of
salt.
    He tightened
his arms around her so her breasts were crushed against his chest.
Her warm body fit perfectly in his arms, as if she belonged there.
Had always belonged there. He groaned as he pulled her even closer.
Exulted as he felt her respond. That sassiness had been for him .
     
    A shiver of desire ran through
Allison as Joe kissed her. His mouth was firm and warm and
insistent and he tasted deliciously salty.
    She couldn’t recall any reason she shouldn’t
be kissing him back. Not one.
    She wound her arms around his neck and
pressed her body against his. Met the tip of his questing tongue
with her own in an exquisite duel of sensations. Gave herself up to
him with a shudder of utter pleasure. Desire throbbed through every
vein and a wonderful weakness suffused her limbs. Her knees felt
rubbery and she had to cling to him for support.
    Being in Joe’s arms felt so right. Like
coming home. Not a one-night motel stop but home. Not just passion
but something else, something deeper, something more than lust.
Something surprising. Something she hadn’t expected.
    She could
feel his heart thudding against her; her own was pounding as loudly
and as urgently. His other kisses had been nothing like this. He’d
been holding back then, she realized that now.
    This was the kiss she’d been fantasizing
about—passion unleashed and relentlessly demanding—and the reality
was far more exciting than the imagining. They’d only known each
other for a heartbeat, but the time between meeting and this moment
had seemed like an age.
    He pulled
away from the kiss, gradually, as if he didn’t want to stop.
Disappointed, her eyes flew open. She felt dazed, disoriented,
achingly bereft of his warmth, of his strength.
    But only for seconds.
    He freed his
right arm and then traced the contours of her face, as if he were a
blind man seeing her with his fingers. Down her face he stroked,
around her eyes; he pushed her hair away from her temples and
stroked the delicate rim of her ear.
    Every cell
came alive to his touch, clamo ring
urgently for more. Then in an exquisite torture, he outlined the
shape of her mouth, softly, teasingly until she yearned, ached, for
the greater pressure and pleasure only his mouth could
bring.
    He sought
her eyes with his own; his eyes clouded
by a desire that ignited an answering need in her. She could not
have broken away from his gaze even if she had wanted
to.
    This was a look of passion and possession
and she thrilled to the recognition of it as women had been doing
since the dawn of time. Joe wanted her and she wanted him. Now.
    His hand
dropped from her face and stroked her body once more. She tilted
her face upward, hungry for his kiss. But her mouth was left
throbbing and aching with need as his lips followed the same path
as his fingers.
    Tiny,
nibbling kisses blazed a path of pure delight on her eyelids, her
nose. His tongue gently caressed the rim of her ear. The almost
imperceptible pressure of his teeth on her earlobe sent an
involuntary shudder through her whole body.
    When at last
he reclaimed her mouth, it was with a hunger she