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enticing, sensual
lips, he even lowered his head a bit but he stopped himself. This
wasn't the time. Instead he scooped her up into his arms and headed
into his bedroom. She laid her head against his chest which made
his heart thump a few extra beats. Joey laid her down and pulled
the thin sheet and blanket up to her chin.
    "Take the bed. You need a good night's sleep.
I'll take the couch."
    "Joey, you will not fit, you are too
tall."
    He shrugged. "I'll manage."
    "Stay, Joey."
    What? A wave of desire rippled through
him. The thought of having her soft femininity close by had blood
rushing to his cock again.
    "Babe, not a good idea. The temptation may be
too much."
    Cathy flushed prettily. "Oh."
    He leaned down and kissed her nose. Even with
red swollen eyes and tear stained cheeks she was adorable, and
stunningly beautiful. He had to get out of this room. Joey closed
the door behind him then lay on the couch, his legs dangling
uncomfortably over the end. He was wide awake and horny as
hell.
    So much for sleep.
     
    ****
    The next morning, Catherine dressed in the
multi-colored gown Joey had given her. She had slept well. Joey's
bed was comfortable and having his scent surround her all night was
a soothing balm. She opened the door and stepped into his parlor.
Joey was sprawled on the coach. His long legs hung over the end
with the blanket half on the floor. He did not look comfortable.
She loathed waking him but she had no idea what to do next.
Catherine had hoped when she awoke she would be in her own cozy bed
back in Cornwall and all this was just a terrible dream. Except for
Joey, there was nothing dreadful about him. She had noticed his
shirtless state last night, but took a moment now to admire the
long limbed, muscular man stretched out in front of her. The only
time she had seen a man's bare chest was a farmer outside of her
village and he was nothing compared to Joey. Her eyes lingered on
the expanse of solid muscle and the black hair on his
chest.
    Catherine's insides dipped, her breasts grew
heavier, and between her legs unknown warmth gathered in her most
private area. Heavens, was this desire? Less than
twenty-four hours in this strange time and she was doing, feeling,
and saying things she had never done before. This was very vexing.
She stepped forward and then stopped. She wanted to touch him.
Everywhere his skin was exposed and even where it was not. It was
shocking perhaps but the feelings pouring through her felt genuine.
She took another step and the floor beneath her groaned and
squeaked. Joey's eyes popped open and he scrambled to his
feet.
    "Good morning, Joey."
    He scrubbed his hand over his face and moaned.
"Morning? Jesus, I just got to sleep."
    "I am sorry to disturb you, why not take the
bed?"
    Joey glanced at the clock on the wall. "No,
I'm awake now. Let me get dressed."
    He disappeared into the bedroom and shut the
door. A piercing wail cut through the air, she had heard the sound
many times since last night.
    "Joey?" she called out. "What is that
clamor?"
    "Ambulance," his muffled voice called out
through the closed door.
    A couple of minutes later Joey emerged. He did
not wear the leather breeches but some dark blue material as
sinfully tight as the leather. A body hugging, black short-sleeved
shirt of some sort replaced the woolen garment he called a
'sweater'. The naked torso she had admired was clearly evident.
Every curve of finely carved muscle showed under the stretchy
material. Again those strange feelings washed over her.
    Joey took her hand and led her to his front
door. He opened the entrance and they stepped outside. Catherine's
mouth dropped open. The street teemed with the horseless carriages
she had seen from a distance. This is what made the racket she had
heard through the night.
    "They're called cars or automobiles, like a
carriage with an engine. There are all different types, the bigger
vehicle? It's called a truck. The ambulance is an emergency vehicle
that takes sick people