She shut her eyes again, a faint moan escaping at the kiss. Her hands slid into his hair as she let herself be led backwards, lips parting as she ran her tongue against his softly. When the back of her legs hit the bed, she almost sat backwards, but stopped when his hands touched her skin.
Her pulse had started to quicken, but at the tenderness it slowed again, and she directed her attention to kissing him. Slowly, her own hands slid down his back, then beneath his shirt so that her fingertips could run upwards slowly. Jo was starting to realize that this, right here, was what she needed...for today, anyway. "I don't want to think." She murmured it in between kisses, and wasn't sure why she did, but for some reason she felt that he had to know that specific thing.