Page 14 of Georgia Guy
When we finally pull apart, I’m frantic for more. I unbutton my silk shirt before allowing it to slide off my shoulders. As I reach back to unclasp my bra, Joe quickly shucks his shirt. His gaze lands on my bare breasts just as I let the lacy undergarment fall from my fingertips.
“Perfection.” He breathes out the word before kneeling down to worship my chest with his hands and mouth.
I arch my back as heat simmers and travels along my spine from his touch. His rough fingers ignite fire, then his soft, wet tongue licks the flame on my taut nipples, until I’m completely lost in him.
When one of his hands snakes up my short skirt and discovers my soaked panties, he lets out a deep, sexy moan that spurs me on. I writhe into his intimate touch on my body, desperate for more. When his fingers slide the thin, silky fabric aside and glide my slickness across my aching clit, my knees nearly buckle.
He wraps his free arm around my waist as support to keep me from falling.
Despite how marvelous his touch feels, I want to relax while I come undone around him, so I grunt out the word, “Bed.”
Immediately understanding, Joe releases me and stands. It’s all I can do not to whimper at the loss of his touch, but I remind myself that it’s only temporary and that the best is yet to come.
He watches me intently, as I reach back and lower the zipper on my business suit’s skirt. I allow the garment to drop to the thick carpet.
I stare, mesmerized, as Joe responds in kind––unfastening his jeans and lowering the zipper before sliding them down and stepping out of them.
When he lifts his chin toward me with his gaze locked onto my panties, I know exactly what he wants.
Needing us to be in this together, I return the chin gesture with my gaze zeroed in on the hefty bulge at his crotch.
In silent agreement, we both hook our thumbs over the tops of our underwear and slide them over our hips and down our legs.
Standing there, fully nude, we eye each other hungrily.
I lick my lips and stare at his impressive shaft before saying in a breathy voice, “You’re anything but average, Joe.”
10
JOE
Being naked with Alex on a private jet is beyond my wildest fantasy. The look of longing she’s giving me almost feels too good to be true, but the tingle of pleasure racing along my skin beneath her gaze tells me that this is as real as it gets.
When I glance toward the bed, Alex immediately moves to comply with my silent demand.That’s right, Alexandra Morrow is naked on a bed and waiting for me to join her. Not bad for a guy who was nearly bankrupt and in jail yesterday.
But it’s not just Alex’s clout and sophistication that make her so damn desirable. Beneath all of the wealth, status, and notoriety that comes naturally with her surname, she’s a living, breathing, beautiful, vulnerable, smart, sexy,reallady.
And she has my back like no other woman ever has. She proved that when she came so vehemently to my defense when Harlow began insulting and berating me. Seeing Alex riled up like that on my behalf was absolutely irresistible.
Gazing down at her gorgeous, nude form, I murmur, “This is a dream come true.”
“For me, too,” she whispers. Taking ahold of my hand and pulling me toward her, she says, “Now, get down here and show me how above average you are, Joe.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I reply, already moving to lie down beside her.
We face each other on the bed with our bodies touching in all the right places. The air practically crackles with anticipation as we clasp hands. My skin buzzes everywhere we connect.
Unable to hold back a moment longer, I tilt forward and press my lips to her soft, full ones. Proving that she’s just as desperate for this to happen as I am, Alex deepens the kiss. She moans into my mouth, and it’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard.
Our hands release and begin roving over each other’s bodies. My mind goes numb as our fingers touch, graze, tickle, and rub. By the satisfied sighs escaping her lips, it’s clear that she’s enjoying herself as much as I am.
My throbbing cock nudges her mound. Despite how much I want to savor every moment of this delectable foreplay with Alex, it’s agony not to be inside her.
“Yes,” she breathes out the word as she hooks one leg around my hip and guides my tip to her opening.
All it would take is one thrust, and I could be buried deep inside the most desirable woman I’ve ever met. Shaking with the effort of holding back, I ask, “Are you on the pill?”
Alex’s eyes shoot open. “I can’t believe I forgot about protection. You’re messing with my normally logical brain, Joe Scott.”
