warm sensation of
Joey caressing every inch of her lips and mouth but she recovered
and began to follow his movements. She curled her tongue around
his. Joey moaned and then proceeded to kiss her with even more
passion.
Her hands crept up his chest until her arms
encircled his neck. She angled her head for a deeper penetration.
Joey lowered his hands down her back then he cupped her buttocks
and brought her body against his. Oh heavenly! Catherine
could feel every hard, muscled contour of his long, lean body. She
was beyond propriety. Instinct had her rubbing her body against the
long hard part of him she wanted to know most
intimately.
Joey then broke the kiss and stepped back, his
hands fisting at his side.
"Babe, what did you just do to me?" His voice
was raspy.
Her hand touched her lips. They burned, they
ached, and they wanted more.
"I don't know." Her body shook with yearning.
"What did you just do to me?"
"I kissed you."
"Kiss me again, Joey," she whispered.
Catherine tried to keep the need out of her voice but it was
useless.
Joey stepped back. "We'd better not. Maybe
later." He smiled, amusement dancing in the navy blue depths of his
gorgeous eyes. He picked up the brown sack and walked into his
kitchen area.
Catherine could not move. She had been quite
thoroughly kissed.
****
Joey set the paper bag on the counter and took
several deep breaths. Jesus . Her kiss . He never
experienced such heat from a kiss. Her innocence was so sexy. Cathy
was no trembling flower. She plunged right in. When her tongue had
touched his, he thought his cock had gone up in flames.
He unpacked the bag, laying bananas, cans of
soup, cheese slices, and a few apples on the counter. Well, he
wasn't much of a cook either . They could have chicken noodle
soup and grilled cheese sandwiches. Lady Cathy could butter the
bread at least.
Joey opened the fridge and placed the bottle
of milk inside. He had to get control of himself. His hands were
shaking. His lust was stoked so high. Take another deep breath
then friggin' exhale . The temptation to continue making out
with Cathy still raged, but thinking this through would be a better
plan. He had never felt this way before and never had a kiss thrown
him for such a loop. Joey opened the cupboard below and took out a
saucepan and a fry pan. Might as well get supper going.
Twenty minutes later they were sitting at the
table eating a simple meal of soup and sandwiches.
"Joey, what of your family?" Cathy asked out
of the blue.
"I don't have any."
She studied him and he made sure his face
remained passive. Joey had learned to curb his emotions when the
situation called for it and he learned the lesson the hard
way.
"No one at all?"
He sighed. "I was an orphan, the 'baby dropped
at the door in the middle of the night in a basket' type orphan. I
was left at St. Patrick's Orphanage, though it's still referred to
as the Boy's Industrial Home and it’s where I spent the first
fifteen years of my life."
Joey's lip curled at the memories. The sisters
were an eclectic mix of strict dictatorial taskmasters and kind and
compassionate educators. Growing up there wasn't a total nightmare,
but it wasn't a childhood of warm fuzzy memories either.
Cathy reached across the table, took his hand
and laced her fingers through his. He needed her comfort and her
understanding. Her kind sympathy gave him the courage to
continue.
"At fifteen I was already close to six feet
tall. The nuns decided I should be out in the working world. Before
I was shipped out, Liam McGonagall offered me an opportunity to
work for him. I took the job."
Cathy squeezed his hand. "Is he the man you
work for as a breaker of legs?"
"Yeah, I started cleaning up at his tavern on
Union Street and then worked my way up to collector. I've been
working for him about ten years. Not exactly a career I will be
getting a gold watch and a pension with." Cathy looked confused.
She had no idea what he meant. He lifted her hand and kissed