"Joe?" "Yes?" She understood what he was saying, what he was ask-ing.It's too soon,her mind told her, but she didn't listen to her mind. Instead she heard her heart's plea—you love this man—and obeyed her body's command not to wait, to take what she wanted, now. She said, "Yes." He pulled her closer, until they were soft breasts to hard chest. She lifted her arms and wrapped them around his neck. Breathlessly she waited for him to make the next move. For endless moments, Joe gazed into her eyes.Waiting.Giving her time to reconsider her decision. She brushed her lips against his, inviting him to further action. As if thetouch of her mouth on his ignited some barely controlled fire inside him, Joe claimed her lips with possessive greed. His breathing grew harsh and ragged with desire as he plunged and pillaged. She clung to him, whimpering and squirming, her femininity clenching and unclenching in preparation.Hot moisture.Puckering nip-ples.Throbbing need. Intense longing to be taken hard and fast quickly overwhelmed common sense.
