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clumsily. He held her hips, pulling her roughly against him, meeting her eager lips with
his, matching the insistent rhythm of her tongue as she moved it in and out of his mouth.
She was warm and perfect, just like always, still smelling like roses, and he put one hand
on the back of her neck just to feel her hair, soft as silk on the back of his hand as she
moved with him. She pushed him backward until he collided with a cheap folding table
against the wall, sending a stack of books crashing to the floor. "Sorry," she mumbled
into his mouth as his hands restlessly roamed across her back.
Her hands crept under his shirt, one reaching around to pull him closer against her, the
other pushing the fabric up and up until it bunched under his arms. He stepped back
long enough for her to pull it up and over his head, and then drop it to the floor. She bit
and sucked at his bare shoulder, tasting the sweat on his skin and feeling his breath at
her ear. He gave a raspy groan, and lifted her face to kiss her again. "This . . . off," she
pleaded, working on the top button of her shirt. He stared directly into her eyes as he
clenched the fabric in his fists and ripped the shirt open, sending the buttons clattering to
the floor. She laughed as he peeled it off her arms. "I can't believe you did that," she
breathed. She made a soft but insistent sighing sound, percussive but airy. "God, I miss
hearing that sound," he whispered in her ear.
"Believe me," she said, reaching between them for the top button of his jeans, "you don't
miss hearing it half as much as I miss making it."
This seemed to make something in him snap, and he grabbed for her with such force
that both of them stumbled and fell, knocking over the CD rack and landing on the floor
in a tangle. She laughed, a good laugh, an alive laugh, a laugh like the girl she was and
had always been, and he was suddenly so full of feeling that it froze him.
"What . . . are . . . you . . . doing?" She stared up at him, shocked to see that in the
middle of this rather desperate encounter, he was at a dead stop, staring at her like a
crazy person.
"I'm thinking," he said, gently touching her cheek with one finger, "that I'll just keep you
like this forever."
She dropped onto her back again, her fingers scraping against the cheap carpet, her
breath coming in uneven gasps. "Well, I'm thinking that if you keep me like this for
another thirty seconds, I'm . . . going to burst into flames and . . . ruin your carpet and
you're . . . not going to get your security deposit back."
"Me and you," he whispered.
"Well, what do you know?" She pulled his face down to hers and kissed him. As she
rubbed her bare foot against one of his, she managed to kick over a halogen lamp,
which tipped slowly and finally smashed spectacularly to the floor.
At the sound of breaking glass, Joey jumped, driving her elbow into his abdomen. "Oh,"
he groaned. "Right in the bread basket, there, Jo."
She lay back down and stared up apologetically. "I'm sorry. I wasn't ready for sound
effects."