I was on Cloud 9 as Joe and I walked back to the barracks. My Easy boys were amazing. I suddenly had a realization and stopped short in the middle of the street. Joe looked at me curiously.
"You only drank two beers all night," I said, matter-of-factly.
"Yeah, so?"
"Why? Are you feeling okay?"
He smiled. Not his signature smirk, but a genuine smile like the one he'd given me after he kissed me. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just knew that, with everything that's been going on, this New Year's thing was kinda a big deal for you. I wanted to make sure Malarkey's little lap dog in there couldn't claim I did it because I was drunk or something. And I wanted to make sure that you knew that too."
The guy was amazing. He tried to come off as a wiseass tough guy, but he had a heart of gold. Without thinking, I squealed and threw my arms around his neck, planting another kiss on him. I surprised him, and I pulled back quickly, panicking.
"Joe, I'm so sorry! I don't know what…"
He pulled me quickly into the darkness between the two buildings, pressing me to a wall. Taking my chin between his thumb and index finger, he tilted my face up and brushed his lips against mine again. Once. Twice. The third time, I could feel him willing me to open my mouth. When I relented, his tongue brushed mine and I ran my fingers along the back of his neck, moaning lightly into his mouth. Clearly affected, he ran his hands down my sides to rest on my butt, and he lifted me so that I could wrap my legs around his waist. I felt a hand slide up my thigh and gasped, leaning my head back as he kissed, sucked, and bit down my neck.
"God, Katie, you're so fucking beautiful," he spoke against my skin, grinding his hips into mine.
"Don't stop. That feels so good."
"Say it again," he ordered, his hips still moving against mine.
"Don't stop, Joe. Please."
"Whatever you want, baby," he answered, sliding a hand in between us so that I could feel his fingers at the center of my rapidly soaking panties. "Fuck," he groaned at the wetness, kissing me deeply as he pushed the thin cotton aside and slid a finger into me.
I was whimpering against his lips as his thumb brushed against the sensitive bundle of nerves at my center.
"Joe… please…"
"Please what, baby?"
"I don't know."
"Yes, you do. Say it, Katie-Lynn."
"Say what?"
"Say you want me. You won't regret it. I promise."
"Joe… I want you," I whispered, and he thrust his hips against mine. I cried out in pleasure and surprise, but then caught movement over his shoulder as a shocked face stared at our compromising position.
Don.