Her hands surrounded my face as she looked up at me. “You can have me later.” Her thumbs brushed over my beard as she took in my eyes. “But not now. I have to meet the girls.”
I squeezed her ass. “I don’t like that answer, but I’ll accept it.”
She leaned up on her toes, giving me that gorgeous pout and the chance to breathe her in. Jo’s flavor was different. The fall scent followed her deep into the night. But it was more than just that. She had an appetite that was similar to mine, a desire, a charisma I just couldn’t get enough of.
“I’ll text you,” she whispered against my lips. She pulled away and adjusted her dress, glancing down her body. “I look like I’ve been through war.”
“If you didn’t, then I didn’t f**k you hard enough.”
Her head fell back as she laughed—something she’d don
