Page 45 of Breathless

And I can’t get enough. Kissing her has uncorked something in me. Something I buried deep during a dark time in my life. Back when I was too stupid and she was tooyoung.

She’s not too younganymore.

No, the Josephine in my arms is one hundred percentwoman.

My fingers toy with the tie on her bikini top and test the limits of myrestraint.

Over the years, I’ve tried my damnedest to not think of her this way. To not notice the way she’s filled out. To not notice the way her ass looks amazing in jeans or that her tits are so round andperky.

Now that we’re doing this, it’s like I’ve been smacked by a tidal wave oflust.

And all I can think isfuckyes.

Those plump lips skate across mine before she opens to me again and our tongues slide against each other. She’s slick and wet and so fucking sweet. It makes me want to taste the rest of her. My cock throbs at thethought.

I could have her cutoffs on the floor in a heartbeat and be inside her in tenseconds.

Pulling back, I rest my forehead on her shoulder and try to catch mybreath.

This is toofast.

I’m definitely screwing thisup.

Because the last thing I want her to think is she’s a hookup, and if we continue at this warp speed, that’s exactly how I’ll make herfeel.

She’s not a quick fuck. This is Jojo, my best friend. She deserves more than me groping her where any of our friends could walk in and seeus.

“What’s wrong?” Her fingers delve gently into my hair to push it off myface.

I hate the uncertainty in hervoice.

How have I not understood? Not seen the want in her eyes? Not admitted my own need forher?

“Nothing, baby. For the first time, nothing is wrong.” I let her feet drop to the floor before I place a kiss on her forehead. “Let’s get cleaned up. We’re gonna get sand everywhere if wedon’t.”

I adjust my hard-on before I flip on a small lamp so the rest of our condo mates don’t kill themselves when they return. Darting into the kitchen, I grab a couple of bottles of water and a bag of cookies and then reach for herhand.

“We’re gonna need a snack later to keep up our strength. Trust me.” I wink and drag her down the hall to our room, loving the sound of herlaughter.

“What about Rambo? Should we go gethim?”

“I’ll stop by my brother’s to get him before we turn in. Ethan gave me a sparekey.”

Because if Joey and I do go farther tonight, I don’t want Rambointerrupting.

Once we’re in our room, I hand her a towel and direct her toward the shower. “You first. After my turn, we’ll meet back here.” I kiss her. “We’ll pick up where we left off. Just not somewhere Patrick or Renee or whoever can walk in on us with our goodies hangingout.”

She snorts, and I laugh with her. “Goodthinking.”

She sashays into the bathroom and closes the door. The water turns on. I imagine her untying that tiny bikini top and the shiny fabric sliding to the floor. I’ve slowly been going insane today watching her in that swimsuit. Seeing her nipples pebble in the breeze and wishing I could warm them. With mymouth.

Jesus knows I’d give my left nut to join her in the shower, but taking a little breather might be for the best. I don’t want our first time to be memorable because we had half of Port A up our cracks and seaweed in our hair. We spent the whole day at the beach or in the pool, and tonight will be much more pleasant if I wash the sand off my dickfirst.

Anyway, I need to slow this down. Make tonight special. Maybe jerk off in the shower so I don’t blow my wad in two minutes. I’m usually proud of my stamina, but being with Joey makes me feel like a teenage boy touching his firsttit.

Can my sweet little best friend handle all the ways I want to corrupt her? God forgive me, but I plan to findout.

Fifteen minutes later the water shuts off and the door opens. A cloud of steam billows out as Jojo emerges, a vision in a white t-shirt and panties, smelling so good I want to tackle her to the ground and tasteher.

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