Breathe Out (Just Breathe, #2)(47)

“You said no sex,” I reprimand.

“I know,” he confirms, taking my mouth with his, pressing his chest into mine.

“This looks like . . .” I mutter, being cut off by another kiss.

“I just want to feel you against me,” he explains.

My brow furrows. “You can’t feel me with my shirt on?”

“I want your skin on mine,” he confesses into my ear. He stops moving, like he’s taking me in.

A laugh suddenly erupts inside me, not expecting his comment.

We lay kissing, holding each other for I’m not sure how long. Joe shifts to his right, reaching his other arm for his phone.

“What are you doing?” I question with panic as he grabs my phone. “How do you know my passcode?”

“It wasn’t hard to figure it out after seeing you put it in a few times,” he confesses.

“Why do you need my phone? Yours is right there,” I direct.

“I want to see what pictures you took,” he states calmly.


“What pictures? I didn’t take any pictures.” My hands grab for the phone.

Joe jerks away, easily pinning me with the weight of his body. “Yes, you did.” A devilish smile creeps onto his face, followed by a throaty laugh.

My head turns away from him as the heat in my cheeks boils from embarrassment.

“It’s okay, beautiful. I’m flattered,” he assures. ‘Their good shots.”

I don’t say anything.

“Besides, I have pictures of you,” he admits.

My eyes dart to his face. “What? What pictures?”

“Don’t worry. Those pictures are for my eyes only,” he sweetly declares.

My hands cover my face, not wanting to know and not liking how this morning is starting.

“I’ll show them to you . . . sometime, when you’re good,” he chuckles.

Joe’s words get my attention again and I’m temporarily at a loss for words. “When I’m good?” I timidly giggle.

“Yes,” he confirms, kissing me on the nose.

My head shakes in protest.

Joe pets Sadie, but doesn’t move off of me, keeping me confined and exposed at the same time. “We going for a run this morning?” he checks.

“No.”

“Why not?” he says concerned.

“I’m not going . . . with you,” I inform.

“Emma.” He tries to kiss me, but I turn my head. “Come on, beautiful.”

It takes all the focus I can muster to appear annoyed, when I’m actually not.

Joe’s mouth springs to my neck and a few seconds later, his hands are on my waist, tickling me. With enough room and time, I roll on top of Joe and return the favor. He’s able to snatch one of my wrists and locks it behind me. We shift to a seated position and Joe manages to grab my other wrist, securing them both. His left hand cups my face, holding me firmly, preventing me from getting away from a kiss. My lips surrender, opening for more. Right as the moment becomes more passionate, Joe’s left hand slides down my body and clasps my thigh, just above me knee. Our lips break when I squeal from the pressure. He leans in for another kiss, but I pull away, not trusting him. His right hand releases my arms, and our mouths converge as his warm hands move up my naked back, pulling me into him. My head rolls backward when his lips return to my neck, moving south to my breasts. With precision, Joe licks and nips each one with the most delicate of touch. Planting his face in my cleavage, he breathes me in before grunting frustration.

I lean my weight into him, forcing Joe to lay back down. My lips take his and he eagerly, but sweetly consumes them. Moving my hips back a little, I start rocking over his shaft. Joe’s hands spring to my ass, lifting me up high enough to restrict our groins from touching. He waits a few seconds before lowing me down. Once Joe’s hand slide up my back, I continue my pursuit. My lips journey to his neck and eventually inch to his chest.

“No,” Joe opposes when I move to his navel. He reaches to stop me, but he’s too late.

I render him speechless and immobile with my mouth encasing his cock.

By the start of the third thrust of my mouth over his penis, Joe protests. “Emma, no.”

Ignoring him, my mouth continues.

“Fuck, beautiful,” Joe moans when my tongue flicks across a particular spot.

With a smirk I ask, “Do you want me to stop?” I suck on the tip of his penis several times, making it hard for him to answer right away.

“Noooooo,” he whimpers, dropping his head back down.

“Good,” I say, resuming my task.

Joe’s hands bunch in my hair, keeping it away from my face while also allowing him to watch me. His cock stiffens, notifying me that he’s getting close. He pulses into my mouth each time I head back down his cock. Three more strokes and Joe’s release sprays into the back of my throat.

He lays motionless as I lick him clean. My mouth dances up his body and when it rounds his chest, Joe cups my face, diving his tongue into taste. He quickly shifts, rolling himself over me. “What about you?” he checks.

“I’m good,” I offer, not wanting to admit that I’m a little horny but still uncomfortable with the idea of him being down there.

Joe gives me a disbelieving look paired with a face that says he’s not leaving until I get something in return.