A/N: This chapter contains sexually explicit material.

August 25. On Saturday, Joey woke up to the late afternoon light peeking out from behind the closed blinds of the bedroom windows. The mural of Ursa Major on the ceiling had all but disappeared, at least until tonight. Pacey was sleeping behind her, spooning her with his arm holding her tight to him. In sleep his hand cupped her breast, his penis pressed between her thighs seeking its natural place. She shifted to lay on her other side, and gazed at him. He was so beautiful.

He mumbled and pulled her closer to him. She smiled, and started to touch his face with her hands, before moving down to his neck, collarbone, and over his shoulder. He started to stir, a smile curving his soft lips.

"Wake up," she whispered. "Naptime's over."

"Hmm," was all he said, keeping his eyes closed.

She was now wide awake, and she wanted Pacey to wake up. An idea sprung to mind, and she smiled as she bit her bottom lip. She began to kiss his face, starting with his forehead, moving to the tip of his nose, and to his chin, before trailing kisses down his neck. Delicious sounds were now coming from him, and she grinned.

She trailed more kisses down his body. As her tongue dragged across his nipple, her fingers ran through his trail of soft hair that ran south of his belly button. His eyes flew open, blinking himself awake.

"What're you doing, Jo?" Pacey asked, still somewhat sleepy.

"Waking you up so you'll go downstairs and make me the fabulous supper that you told me you'd planned," she replied, grinning as she pushed him over so that he was lying on his back.

He chuckled. "Okay, okay, I'm awake. I'm awake."

But she kept moving south, running her lips and tongue down his torso, pushing the sheet down from his narrow hips. Her mouth reached his stomach and Pacey groaned, feeling his groin tighten once more. He was starting to lose count how many times they had made love since he got back yesterday.

"I thought you wanted me to cook you some food," he said with a smirk.

Joey ran her lips through the trail of hair leading from his navel to the curls at the base of his cock, and felt his legs go rigid as his hips involuntarily gave a slight thrust off the mattress. She smiled against his skin. "There's something else I want to taste first."

She moved her slender body further down until she was lying between his legs, with Pacey giving another buck of his hips when her body slid over his half-erect cock. She then took her right hand, closing her fingers around his length, and started to stroke him. He groaned at her slow, warm caresses. She could feel him growing harder, and she loved watching his cock grow longer and thicker in her hands. There was something about knowing she was capable of making his body respond this way that filled her with satisfaction, with confidence.

Still awed by the impressive size of him, spellbound by the hot velvety texture of his rigid flesh, she slid her fingers lower and gently fondled his taut sac. Tilting his hard shaft forward, still stroking him with her warm hand, she brought her lips to his balls, caressing him with her wet tongue.

"Oh, fuck," Pacey gasped, squeezing his eyes shut as she slid her thumb over the drop of fluid seeping from his sensitive tip.

Sharp awareness and acute need flared in her belly like a ball of fire, and spread through her veins, eliciting slick erotic warmth between her thighs. She licked and sucked his sensitive flesh while her hand stroked his shaft up and down, twisting and squeezing around the engorged head. She loved the way his breathing quickened, how he groaned her name helplessly. She looked up at his face flushed with arousal, his gaze heavy-lidded with unbridled lust and primal need—a need she wanted to satisfy.

Then she moved her mouth up to lick and suck the sensitive head of his cock, and his hips bucked toward her. She took him wholly in her mouth, squeezing the base of his shaft with one hand and gently squeezing his balls with the other.

"Good God, woman," he growled.

She flattened her tongue and swirled it around his sensitive head before covering her lips over his cock and sucking him in slowly, inch by inch, increasing her suction and squeezing him tighter. He started panting and moaning.

"Sweet Jesus." His voice was husky with want. She licked the sensitive slit on his cockhead before taking him deep in her mouth again, as far as she could, then sucked back up to the tip. "That's gonna make me come, Jo."

When she murmured an "Mmm-hmm" around his swollen cock, Pacey's eyes rolled to the back of his head and his hips arched against her. But he suddenly wanted something else, something better, and he also didn't want to be the only one getting off. Then he sat up, taking Joey by surprise, and she released him from her mouth.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"I want your sweet pussy," Pacey groaned, grabbing her and pulling her up towards him, before flipping her over onto her back. She moaned at the dominant action, making his cock throb achingly with need.

He positioned himself over her as she spread her legs, and he looked down at her swollen, wet folds. "Oh, baby," he whispered adoringly, gazing at her, lids heavy with desire, his brain going fuzzy with satisfaction knowing that she had become so aroused by sucking his dick.

She whimpered and started squirming. Her clit tightened with need and her hot, wet center felt like it was on fire. Pacey settled his hips between her legs. His cock pressed between her thighs, rock hard, twitching with need, slick with pre-cum and her saliva. Then he held himself up by his elbows, as his hands went to her face, his fingers caressing her cheeks, her jawline, and he looked into her eyes. Her heart swelled as he gazed at her affectionately.

Pacey lowered his forehead, resting it against hers. "How do you want it?" he whispered.

Chewing her bottom lip, a deep flush crept into her face. She shifted on the bed and turned over on her stomach, curling her arms around the pillow. Pacey smiled. She felt him reposition, the tip of his slick, bulging cock prodding her entrance from behind as he licked and kissed her shoulder blades and the back of her neck.

Then he slid his throbbing cock into her dripping pussy, and groaned. Joey whimpered at the sheer pleasure of it as she gripped her pillow. He pulled almost all the way back out, leaving only the engorged head inside her, before slowly entering her again. Pacey started thrusting in a slow but steady rhythm, and the low sound of his moans filled the air around them.

"Harder," she whimpered.

His brain went to mush. He loved to have her instruct him, telling him outright what she exactly wanted and how she wanted it. She was so unbelievably tight in this position that Pacey wasn't sure how long he would last. He needed to make her come. Hearing her assertiveness, all he could do was oblige, and thrust harder.

"Oh, my God, Pacey…" Joey's eyes rolled. He buried himself to the hilt. He was so deep and felt so big inside her. He felt as good as he looked, his cock filling her and hitting those sweet spots inside her in that perfect way she loved, needed, craved.

Keeping his hard thrusts steady and deep, he reached beneath her to circle her clit with his fingers. Joey's sounds became a mixture of cries and guttural moans as he stroked her in an unrelenting rhythm of ecstasy with every point of contact that he made with his hard cock and his hand. Sparks of orgasmic pleasure were firing through her brain with every inch he gave her and every stroke of his thumb. Waves of pleasure crashed over her, and then she threw her head back and cried out as her orgasm reached its overwhelming climax.

Pacey felt her pulsating and clenching around him. He loved this, being inside her, giving her pleasure, feeling her orgasm around his cock. If Joey ordered him to spend the entire weekend—hell, the rest of his life—with his tongue or his cock buried inside her, he'd gladly comply and love every second of his service and worship of her pussy.

He rolled her onto her back to see her face. "I think you killed me," she breathed, her chest heaving.

"But what a way to die, huh?"

She giggled. Then her arms went around his back, and her legs lifted up around his hips. She quivered with orgasmic aftershocks as he thrust back inside her, and she gripped him tighter with her arms and legs.

"Baby… can you come again?"

Her beautiful brown eyes were glazed with passion when they opened. "Yes… oh, yes."

He rose over her and rolled his hips, making her cry out. Pacey smiled with pure male satisfaction and did it again. He thrust slow and steady, looking into her eyes as he gradually built her pleasure towards its peak.

"Yes," she urged as he thrust deep inside her. Every stroke rubbed a thousand of his nerves at once. A million. And every tiny whimper from her throat made him want to fuck her harder. "That's perfect right there," she breathed, pulling her knees higher and crossing her ankles over his lower back, changing their angle, taking him deeper. "Don't stop, Pacey. Please don't stop."

Sweat beaded his brow, and his hair plastered his forehead as he continued to rock his hips in a slow, sensual, steady rhythm. Pacey didn't care if it took all day to make her come this way. His cock throbbed, and he fought the strong urge to let go of his control. Okay, so maybe not all day.

"Faster," Joey begged as the swollen head of his cock hit that exquisite spot inside her with each downward motion. She was going to come. He obeyed her pleas, increased the pace of his thrusts and applied more pressure. "That's it, right there! Right there, right there, right there, right there!"

Her head fell back and her mouth opened in a soundless expression of pleasure. He looked down at her beautiful face, tensing with erotic agony as she arched against him. Her breasts were lifted perfectly for him, and he bent his head, drawing a taut peach nipple into his mouth.

Joey cried out. He sucked deeper and thrust faster. Her pussy tightened around him as she came. It felt like a volcano erupted and burst through her, heat spreading through her body, engulfing every nerve ending she had. Carnal pleasure pulsed between her legs with every movement of his perfect cock, blood pounded in her clit and roared in her ears.

Watching her orgasm was the most beautiful thing, and Pacey drove harder, pushing her further into ecstasy. Fuck, he wanted to come so bad. She was so wet for him. It was so damn sexy he growled low in his throat. But he didn't come. Not yet. He wanted to make sure she experienced every single ounce of her pleasure before he did, because he didn't want to miss a second of it.

Not that he wasn't struggling desperately for control as her inner muscles milked his cock, while her hips rolled against him. Sexy words fell from her lips, making his head burn with lust. "Sweetheart, you're gonna make me come if you keep talking like that," he said through gritted teeth, unsure whether it was the feel of her or the sound of her that was going to send him careening right off the edge along with her.

"It just feels so good, Pacey."

When she finally went over the edge completely, her muscles clamped down on him as she climaxed, and he moaned at the unspeakable pleasure. Lost in a fiery haze of lust, he pressed his mouth to hers, murmuring explicit talk against her lips as he swelled inside her.

His filthy words of praise and devotion made her body throb, made her want him so badly that tears pricked the corners of her eyes. Love for him filled her chest until she thought she couldn't bear it. "I love you," she whimpered. "My beautiful boy."

Then the slide of her soft lips and tongue against his throat made him feel like he was melting. His own orgasm built in force, until his thigh muscles were rock hard, quivering in readiness as his balls pulled high and tight against his body.

"Oh, Pacey, come inside me." Her hot whisper against his ear threw him over the edge. "I need it… I need you."

"I do, too." He couldn't get close enough to Joey, couldn't get deep enough in the woman he loved. Buried deep inside her, Pacey still wanted to get closer. His hips drove into hers, their loud cries and moans filled the room, and the sound of their bodies slapping together only added to the heat of the moment.

He pressed kisses to her throat and thrust against her as his body was wracked with shudders. Sensations surged through his cock again and again, the tension in his groin coiling tighter and tighter. He gave one final deep thrust, burying himself to the hilt, and then groaned her name against her lips as he came hard. His hot release spilled inside her in copious spurts, the pleasure stimulating all of his nerve endings.

"Yes," Joey moaned, an echo of her orgasm beating through her as she felt him come inside her, a jet of force that was more than seed—though there was plenty of that.

It felt as if his soul were bursting through its barriers, joining hers, loving hers. Ecstasy sang through her body and melted it away. Pure pleasure coursed through his veins as the rest of the world receded into a haze. There was just the two of them and nothing else. Her eyes held his captive the entire time he pumped his essence deep inside her, never losing focus, never looking away. They stayed locked together through it all… as locked together as they knew their hearts to be.

When the last spasm passed through him, they relaxed, their bodies softening. As they lay together, arms and legs entangled, Joey kissed him, first on the lips, then on his jaw, and finally his neck. The scent of their lovemaking filled him, almost overwhelming him. Then she placed her mouth beside his ear, her breath a warm caress.

"I love the way your come feels inside me," she whispered against his skin. Her fingers moved into his hair, sinking into the soft brown curls, and she kissed him softly next to his ear. "So warm, so heavy."

Her sexy words incited his emotions and prickled his skin. Her heart swelled within her as his leg moved to hold her against him, body to body. Her love for him rose up inside her, strong and all-consuming. "I never dreamed I would feel like this. I never knew it could be like this."

"What? Sex?"

She laughed breathlessly. "Not exactly, Pace. But… well, yes, sex. Love and sex. All of it, you know. Being with someone, being in love."

He smiled.

"What I felt… before you…" She sighed, once again assaulted by the unwanted memory of all that had transpired with Dawson at graduation. "It was just so… childish. I was so wrong. What I thought was love…" She rolled her eyes at herself. "Well, it wasn't. Hindsight really is twenty-twenty. When I compare how I used to feel before, to the way I feel now…" She kissed his face. "I mean… it's probably every girl's dream to feel this way about someone, to feel the way I feel about you."

She knew Pacey was the key to her happiness. She felt so complete, so happy. Even in her wildest dreams, she'd never imagined being this happy. She wanted this feeling to last forever. "You're the only man I've ever loved. The only man I want to love for as long as I live."

Joey's love for him was intense and sincere, and it had deepened into unguarded expressions that nearly drove him out of his mind. In his entire life, Pacey had never felt closer to anyone, had never loved anyone more deeply. It was a closeness and intimacy he'd yearned for, and she freely gave him the kind of affection and tenderness he'd craved for most of his life. His soul felt satisfied. He felt so alive, happy and free. As his mouth covered hers in a passionate kiss, his heart was overwhelmed with ecstatic joy.

"I'm so glad you're home."

"Me too."

Then her stomach growled. Joey laughed against his lips, and then she pulled back and looked him in the eye. "So… Chef Pacey… you still wanna cook for me?"

"I've been waiting all summer to cook for you," he said, before capturing her mouth in another kiss.

A little later, Pacey started down the spiral staircase to the living room. "Come down and keep me company," he said over his shoulder.

"I will after I put some clothes on," Joey replied as she walked out of the bathroom, freshly showered and wrapped in a towel.

After a couple minutes, she came downstairs. Pacey was moving around the kitchen in his boxers. The white tank undershirt he wore only made his skin appear even more tanned. He looked jaw-droppingly gorgeous and her belly did a flip-flop. Just the sight of him made her giddy. He was placing a saucepot on the stove when she came up behind him and wrapped her arms around him in a hug. She kissed his shoulder blade. "You got skinny," she said.

"Skinny?" he laughed.

She ran her hands along his sides. "Yeah, there's definitely less of you."

He laughed again. "Well, I suppose… thanks to a Caribbean diet and being on my feet sixteen hours a day." He turned to look at her. "Is that a good thing?"

"What?"

"There being less of me."

"I don't care. I'll take whatever I can get," she said, and he laughed. "But you were, you know, softer… a few months ago."

"Softer?"

"Yeah, like a teddy bear."

He gaped at her. "A teddy bear?"

Her lips pursing at his affronted look, she shrugged helplessly. "Okay, uh… a pillow?"

"A pillow. Jesus Christ, Jo, are you trying to emasculate me?"

She giggled. "No, of course not! What's wrong with being soft and cuddly? I mean, you're hard in all the right places," she teased.

"Oh, God," he groaned, rolling his eyes.

Still laughing, she moved away from him and sat on the counter of the island that separated the rest of the open living area from the kitchen. He began pulling things from the refrigerator and setting them next to the stove. It appeared as though Gretchen had gotten everything on the shopping list that he had given her before he'd arrived in Boston.

"Would you say you're a better cook now than before you left?"

He turned his head suddenly and appointed her with an incredulous expression. "Well, I sure hope so, Potter."

She smiled and laughed lightly. "Good because I'm starving."

"I guess we have worked up quite an appetite today…" His mouth curving into a grin, Pacey turned and took in the sight of her, all soft and so touchable. She sat there blushing and braless, her yellow tank top showing the contours of her perfect breasts, pajama shorts hugging her thighs, her long dark hair falling damp and loose over her shoulders—he thought she looked sexy as hell.

He strutted over and placed his hands palm down on the counter on either side of her, his blue eyes fixed on hers. "Madam. You should know I have it on good authority that I can now prepare a meal that could rival some of the greatest chefs."

The confidence in his voice made her eyes light up with intrigue. He strutted back over to the stove and went searching through the cupboards for the tools he needed. From the fridge, he pulled out a wine bottle and grinned in her direction.

"Champagne?" she said with surprise.

"Er, yes, but not exactly. Prosecco. I'm cooking Italian, so it seemed fitting. Also, it's cheaper."

Joey watched Pacey move easily around the kitchen. She liked watching him cook and was amazed that he wasn't using a recipe; he made up the steps as he went along, mixing ground meat and adding water and breadcrumbs until it reached the consistency he liked. His big hands became delicate as they rolled perfectly round meatballs the size of golf balls. The apartment soon smelled of onions and garlic, tomatoes and basil.

Pacey was adding pasta to a pot of boiling water when there was a knock on the door. Joey made to move towards it, but he stopped her. "Oh, no, no. I don't think so. You're not answering the door dressed like that," he said, noticing her short shorts and the gentle sway of her braless breasts beneath her skimpy tank top.

She rolled her eyes. "Did you forget you're the only guy in the whole building?" she quipped in response as he walked out of the kitchen.

There was another knock, and when he opened the door, he stared in surprise at two gorgeous women standing on the other side of it. They both looked dolled up, like they were going out for a night on the town. They wore makeup and their tops revealed ample cleavage. One of them was holding a plate of gooey, chocolate brownies.

"Hi, I'm Toni," spoke the black woman with blond dreadlocks and a nose piercing. "And this is Maria." She nodded to her dark-haired companion. "We're your neighbors from across the hall…"

"And we thought we'd welcome you to the building," Maria added, offering the plate of brownies. "Your name is Pacey, right?"

"Um, yeah…" He awkwardly took the plate from her. "Hi. Nice to meet ya."

Behind him, Joey crossed her arms over her chest in annoyance, and glared at the women. They were smiling excitedly, and unmistakably giving Pacey the once-over as he stood there in his boxers and undershirt. It was obvious they liked what they saw. Her scowl deepened.

"It smells really good in there," Toni said, standing on her toes and leaning toward the open doorway. "You're a cook? Is that right?"

"Um, yeah. Yeah, I am."

"Oh, well, you'll just have to cook for us sometime," Maria said flirtatiously.

Pacey refused to look around and see Joey's reaction, but he could feel her eyes burning into the back of his head. "Uh… yeah, maybe," he replied with a smile, trying to be polite. Then he gestured with the plate in his hand. "Well, thank you for the brownies, and thanks for stopping by."

The two women seemed to get the hint, and bid their goodbyes and left. After closing and locking the door, he turned to see Joey glaring, arms folded, face hard. Without a word, she turned on her heel and began walking into the living room. Laughing breathlessly, he shook his head. He tossed the plate of brownies onto the kitchen counter and quickly went after her. Still chuckling, he picked her up, causing her to shout in surprise, and then dropped her onto the couch.

"Pacey!"

He pounced on her and began placing noisy kisses all over her face while he tickled her. She couldn't help but smile at his playfulness. "Pacey, stop!" she laughed, squirming as his fingers prodded her sides.

He sat up, straddling her legs. "You were right, Jo."

"Right? Right about what?"

"The neighbors," he said. "They're smokin' hot."

Her frown returned, and she slapped his bare leg. "And I bet they can't wait to sample your cooking," she sneered.

"I promise I'll save all my best recipes for you, though," he grinned.

"Gee, thanks, honey."

"You're welcome, darling."

He gazed down at her and she licked her lips. Their pupils dilated. The air between them instantly became charged. Smirking, he lowered himself over her and captured her mouth with his. They kissed slowly, passionately. She lifted her legs to lock her ankles over his lower back. His large hand cupped her soft breast through her top, rubbing his thumb across her nipple, feeling it harden beneath his touch, but then a sound from the kitchen made him raise his head.

The pasta was boiling over. "Shit."

Pacey got off the couch and went to the kitchen. He turned off the burner underneath the pot, drained the spaghetti into a colander in the sink, and then tossed the pasta back into the pot. After checking on the meatballs in the oven, he gave them the okay and passed them into the saucepan, before sliding garlic bread slices into the oven in their place.

When Joey joined him in the kitchen, he gestured her over to the stove, and tipped a wooden spoon into the pot of red sauce. He cupped his palm beneath the spoon as he moved closer to where she stood. He lifted the spoon to her lips to give her a taste. "Blow on it a little, it's hot."

She blew a breath to cool the heat before sipping at the sauce. The flavors of rich tomato, fresh basil, subtle garlic, and the perfect amount of chili chased each other across her palate. Closing her eyes to savor the flavors, she purred and then smacked her lips.

"That is really good, Pace!"

"You say that like you're surprised, Jo." He dropped the spoon in the sink.

"I am," she said with a soft giggle, a teasing glint in her eye.

He swatted a kitchen towel in her direction, and she laughed with him.

Minutes later, Pacey had the food plated, their glasses filled with the sparkling wine, and both were eating heartily at the table. The conversation was easy and comfortable. He didn't bring up the subject of Dawson, and neither did Joey, although they both knew that particular discussion was inevitable. While they sat together, he relished listening to her make little pleasurable sounds as she tasted his cooking. The approval made his chest swell.

Pacey wiped his mouth with a napkin and took a sip from his glass. "So, did anything happen over the summer that you didn't get a chance to tell me about over the phone?"

Immediately, her mind went to Ms. Jacobs, and she took a bite of her garlic bread to give her some time before she had to answer. After she swallowed, she spoke. "Well, I didn't tell you that Drue Valentine showed up at that party at Chris Wolfe's house, and he seemed just as big a cretin as ever. I managed to mostly avoid him, thank God."

"I still can't believe you went to a party at Chris Wolfe's house."

"Yeah, but it's not like I went on my own. I had Jen and everybody. And there were a whole bunch from our class there. Oh, yeah," she said, suddenly remembering. "Chris told me to say hello to you and he wishes you good luck and everything."

He snorted, shaking his head. "Sure."

"Chris seems… I don't know, nicer."

"Maybe some people do change, but I'm not gonna hold my breath, Jo."

She took another bite of the flavorful bread. "This isn't the garlic bread you normally get in the frozen foods section, is it?"

He did his best to appear offended. "How dare you, Miss Potter."

She raised a brow, and he cracked like fine china. "Okay, fine. Yes, I know I used to cheat and buy the frozen stuff. But I broke out the big guns and used a real French bread loaf and did it myself. Are you impressed?"

"Mmm, very." She took another bite of her bread, and then set it aside. "But don't let me have another piece, or I won't fit into the clothes I packed with me for the weekend."

"I hardly think that's an issue. But hey, if you're interested in a post-supper calorie burn…" He waggled his eyebrows suggestively, and had the pleasure of watching her cheeks blush pink while she laughed.

When the meal was done and finished, the two stood together at the sink to wash and dry the dishes. After the kitchen was clean and spotless, Pacey pulled a container of black cherry ice cream from the freezer and filled two bowls with the icy confection. The addition of freshly-baked brownies from his new neighbors and another glass of Prosecco completed dessert.

"What are you doing on Monday?" Pacey asked.

With the television on in front of them, Joey set her bowl and spoon onto the surfboard coffee table that had been transported from the beach house along with the other furniture. "I don't have anything planned. I'm not working, as you know, and I don't move into my dorm until next weekend. What did you have in mind?"

"Well, we've been invited to supper at Mr. Moore's house."

"You mean the huge mansion in Brookline."

"Yep, that's the one."

Conflicting emotions rose up inside her. "Did you already accept the invitation?"

He chewed his lip, hesitating a moment. "Er… well, yeah."

"Then I guess we have to go," she sighed.

"Look, Jo… if you just got to know them…" His fingers went to her wavy, air-dried hair, pushing strands back behind her ear. "They're nice people."

"I'm sure they're very nice, Pacey," she said. But the fear she would lose him to the world of the Moore family, and all that it could offer him, still hovered at the back of her mind like a dark, ominous cloud. A cloud that now threatened to overshadow their precious evening alone together. She wanted to change the subject, push the dark cloud away.

Joey watched him carry their empty bowls to the kitchen, still only dressed in his underwear. Her mouth watered at the sight, especially when she lowered her gaze. His penis, even flaccid, was impressive and beautiful, and its size bulged the fabric of his boxers as he moved. He walked back to her, and she bit her thumbnail, fighting a grin.

"What?" he said with a breathless laugh.

"You. You look so cute with your knobby knees hanging out." She sank into the couch cushions, giggling at the look on his face.

He vaulted over the back of the couch and sat down next to her, his bare legs stretched out in front of him and crossed at the ankles. Then he lifted one leg up, bent his knee, and brought it close to his face. After a thorough inspection, he straightened his leg, and said, "You don't like my knobby knees?"

"You have great legs, Pacey," she assured him. "I was only teasing you about your knees."

"Great legs, huh?"

She slanted a look at him and caught him smirking.

"Any other of my body parts you'd care to comment on, Jo?" he asked innocently.

Her cheeks grew warm. "No."

"Come on, Joey. We'll make a game of it. I'll start." He shifted on the couch to face her, before reaching over and rubbing his warm hand over her thigh. "You have great legs, too."

"Thank you." She looked at him again. He was waiting expectantly. Licking her lips, she only felt her face grow warmer. She tried to give Pacey an exaggerated once-over, but she couldn't tear her eyes away from his lips. "You have a sexy mouth," she said, tracing his warm lips with her finger.

"I do?" He brought his mouth close to hers. "I think yours might be, too. I'm not sure. I need to taste it before I decide."

She chuckled, and then he kissed her—slowly, thoroughly, molding his lips to hers. "Sexy mouth, all right," he said, his voice a husky whisper. Joey opened her eyes slowly and looked into his. "Soft, too." He pulled her into his lap, her tantalizing bottom pressing warmly against his thighs. "Your turn."

"I like your nose." To prove it, she kissed the tip of it.

Pacey touched where she'd kissed. "Why?"

"It's impressive."

"Are you saying I have a big nose?"

"No! I mean, it's not too big. It's perfectly-shaped, and sized, for your face."

"It's my turn, isn't it?" He looked her up and down, all while pulling her hips a bit closer, fitting her tightly against his groin. "I have to say it, Joey. You've got a great pair of—"

"Pacey!"

"—shoulders. I do admire your shoulders, sweetheart."

She pursed her lips at him as he snorted with laughter. He might be able to make jokes, but she could feel the pressure of his rising desire through her pajama shorts. She squirmed. He groaned.

"I like your eyes," she told him. His gaze moved slowly over her, making her nerve endings tingle. "Your eyes are like the ocean—always changing. Sometimes they're as blue as a summer day, other times dark and stormy."

"What color are they now, Jo?"

His gaze was full of tender affection. "The color of love." He smiled, and she bent her head to press her mouth to his.

Pacey's breath caught in his throat and he swallowed. Joey sighed and parted her lips. His kiss was gradually shifting from gentle to demanding, his tongue sliding with hers. She opened her mouth wider to him, wanting him to bring her to a delicious, mind-numbing level of rising desire. With his warm mouth moving on hers, she didn't want to think, she only wanted to feel. And right now, the feelings coursing through her pushed the dark cloud of her unspoken fears back to the hidden recesses of her mind.

Joey only wanted to fill her mind and body with Pacey—his love and his need for her, and the pure joy and ecstasy that only he could make her feel.