None at all, and it feels fucking awesome. I mean, how could I not kiss Joel after he said he has dirty thoughts about me?. My lips are sipping from his as he lets me lead this kiss. I have no doubt he won’t always let me take control, but he’s giving it to me now, and I’m not going to waste a second of my time in the driver’s seat. “I have to make dinner,” Joel says, pulling back from me. “Mais um beijo.” “One more,” he responds with a smile. He meets me halfway, and we kiss again. I drag it out as long as I can, and we’re both laughing as we try to catch our breath. “I love kissing you.” “Hmm. You said you weren’t sure you could answer if I ask you questions in Portuguese. What if I give you a kiss for every one you can?” “What if I suck? Ooh, that’s the answer. If I suck at the questions, you’ll let me suck you to make up for it.” “Porra.” “We can do that, too.” “Are you medicated right now, Sierra?” “No. I’m just feeling horny.
