He grasped my arms and pushed back. 'When did you and Sean have a chance to discuss my "edge"?'
'When he brought the flowers.' An idiotic rush of embarrassment heated my cheeks. Obviously, Joe didn't know about our tete-a-tete.
He touched the telltale colour with the back of his hand. 'You're blushing. Did you and he - Kate, did you and Sean make love?'
My embarrassment deepened. 'Not exactly. We, um, we did what you wouldn't let him do last night.'
Joe slammed his fist into the cutting board. 'Shit. I wanted to cop your cherry myself.'
I had to laugh at that. 'And here I thought you were concerned for my well-being.'
‘I was! I mean, that was part of it. He's hung like a damn horse. Oh, hell.' He pushed his hair back with both hands. 'I'm sorry. Of course you and Sean have the right to do whatever you like. It wouldn't be fair for me to keep all the good stuff for myself.'
'Well.' I shimmied closer. 'I hope you don't think that's all the good stuff there is. In any case, I didn't think you wanted to cut Sean out.'
'I don't.' His arms circled me and he rested his cheek on my hair. 'I just want to have some time that's only for us, like tonight.'
"That's fair.'
'I guess I didn't think Sean would want to have you to himself.'
I chuckled. 'I don't think Sean expected that, either.'
'He didn't hurt you?'
'No-o.' I liquefied at the memory of him manoeuvring me into position, the way he'd shoved my knees apart with his boot, how thick he'd been when he breached me. 'It was ... interesting. He's very commanding.'
Joe shivered in my arms and I realised he had his own memories.
'Yes,’ he said. 'Very.'
I assessed his distant expression. 'Next time would you like to watch?'
He shivered again. 'Next time I'd like to do. Then maybe I'll want to watch.'
'Fair enough.'
But first we had to get through dinner.
Oddly enough, one hunger sharpened the other. Joe cooked well. The salmon melted in my mouth, the artichoke slid tenderly off the spine, and the rice was nice and spicy - not unlike me! I spent a good portion of the meal moaning over how delicious everything was. Joe relished that, in more ways than one.
When he stood to help me clear the dinner table, he had a hard time straightening. His erection, thick as Philly bratwurst, extended into the left leg of his jeans. Grimacing, he tried to tug the denim off the bulbous head.
I hid a smile as I preceded him into the kitchen. 'You've got a choice.' I set the first few plates into the sink. 'I can help you load the dishwasher, or I can get a head start on my shower.'
Joe latched on to me from behind and rubbed his erection down the outside of my thigh. Unbelievably, it stretched at the treatment.
'Boo-hoo,’ he pretended to cry. 'My balls are bluer than Frank Sinatra's eyes. Why do you have to take a shower?'
Now was probably not the time to mention I might be a little fragrant from my morning encounter with Sean. 'Because women are funny that way?'
'All right,’ he said with flattering reluctance, 'but save some good spots for me to wash. I'll be up soon.'
I started stripping on my way out, divesting myself of blouse, shoes and trousers before I hit the threshold. Once there, I turned and posed for him. Beneath my clothes I wore the yellow teddy Sean had tried to pass off as mine. Braless today, my nipples flirted with the peek-a-boo lace, hard as gumdrops - and twice as tempting, to go by Joe's expression.
He shook his head at me. His hand cupped his crotch as if to hold back imminent explosion. 'I'll be up very soon. In fact, if you don't hurry, I'll beat you there.'
Giggling as I hadn't in years, I scampered upstairs, so elated my feet barely touched the treads.
True to his word, Joe didn't keep me waiting long. The bathroom door slammed open minutes later. For a moment, he stood watching me through the shower's rippled glass. I could hear his heavy breathing over the spray. He must have run upstairs. When he'd gazed his fill at my blurred image, he shoved the door along its track. Pushing my wet hair from my eyes, I saw that he'd stripped, too.
I lost my breath. There was something about having him here, standing outside my shower, stark-naked and ready to rut. My eyes raked him up and down, taking in the well-shaped hairy legs, the narrow hips, the perfect development of his torso. His pecs were high and flat like a young girl's. He hadn't been kidding about having blue balls, either. Tinged with teal, his testicles had drawn up so high they kissed the base of his cock. While I stared, they jerked in their sac as if with a life of their own.
'Well?' he said, unable to read my awe.
'I think I'm going to faint.' I was only half joking. Waves of heat pulsed through my body and my head swam as if I'd stood up too fast.