Chapter 28
- After four outfit changes, three attempts at putting on fake eyelashes—all of them a fail—and one breakneck trip to the mall to splurge on new bras and panties, Jo had to admit she
- might be just a teensy bit out of her depth with this whole dating thing. Not that she thought Sawyer would necessarily want to see her bra or panties tonight. But this was their fourth date this week, each of which had been just as much fun as the first and had ended in slow, seductive kisses at her doorstep. Tonight, Jo had offered to cook him dinner, which she’d meant as a genuine date—after all, Sawyer was all about risk, and her cooking skills fell square into the “this could be delicious or a disaster” category. But the more she’d thought about it, the more she’d realized the implications of having him over at her place, just the two of them, with her bedroom right there, and God, she was such a dolt.
- The only thing more nerve wracking than Sawyer thinking she’d invited him over specifically so they could have sex was the knowledge that Jo really, really wanted to have sex with him. Fast, hard, dirty sex, the kind she’d seen in countless movies. The kind she was sure Sawyer was probably great at. The kind she’d never really had in her life, where she lost herself so thoroughly in the moment that the pleasure made her scream and the orgasms arrived effortlessly and more than once—no, twice.