Free Kinky Claus by Jodi Redford Page B

her expression dazed.
    Jack’s earlier warning blared in Trig’s head. “Whatever you’re thinking, don’t do it.”
    Too late. The point of no return was already several miles behind him. There was no damn way he could walk away from Marissa now.

CHAPTER SEVEN
    Her knees wobbly, Marissa rushed toward her car. Oh God. What was that? She’d never felt so...insanely aroused and alive from a kiss. And the fact that Trig was the one who kept turning her inside out like this? Nothing good could come of it. She was absolutely playing with fire here.
    What in the world had possessed her to go into that place? It was as if an alien had taken possession of her body this past week. A weird, horny alien who hired male escorts and fondled strippers.
    Corking her hysterical laugh, she slid to a halt in the slushy snow and fumbled around in her purse for her keys. This is what she got for hightailing it out of the club like a damn ninny. But there was no way she could continue sitting at that table, reliving every second of Trig’s kiss over and over while all those crazy women hooted, shouted, and flung money at the dancers.
    Like you weren’t the craziest of them all. Jeez Louise. Sucking off a candy cane. That was something Jane would do. Not her.
    But she did do it. And furthermore, she liked it. Holy crap. If she kept this up, she was going to need intensive therapy. And probably a Twelve Step program for killing this insane draw she had toward Trig. Shaking her head, she located her keys and hit the lock release.
    “Marissa.”
    She jumped at the nearness of Trig’s husky baritone. He was the last person she could handle seeing right now. Not when her mind was spinning and every cell in her body tingled with the memory of his touch. Digging her fingernails into her palm, she turned toward him and attempted to manufacture a breezy tone. “Hey.”
    He was considerably more dressed than the last time she’d seen him. He’d bundled up in a flannel shirt and leather jacket. And she was fairly certain that his jeans didn’t come with the neat trick of ripping off of him with a strategic tug.
    She really needed to stop picturing him tearing his clothes off. Or her doing it for him.
    He glanced at the keys dangling from her fingertips. “You’re not leaving, are you?”
    “Yeah, I only intended to stop by, and...” Gusting a weary breath, she unclenched her fist. “The truth is I don’t know what I was doing in there. I shouldn’t have come.”
    He moved in closer, revealing the dark intensity in his eyes. “I’m glad you did. Rissa—” He bracketed her face between his hands, his compelling gaze an irresistible magnet. Then again, the same could be said about every component of his being. “I know we have a million reasons not to pursue this. But the thing is, I can’t stop thinking about you.” He pressed his forehead against hers and caressed her cheek. “If this is a mistake, it doesn’t feel like it. Not to me.” Their noses brushed as he lowered his mouth toward hers. The next instant those incredibly skilled lips were coaxing hers open and she yielded with a helpless moan.
    The kiss was a deeper exploration this time. Trig put his entire body into it, coaxing her up against the side of her car as his hands snuck inside her coat. He palmed her breasts through her sweater, kneading and massaging until she was dizzy from his kisses and the hot, achy need building deep in her core. She wrapped her arms around him, partly to save herself from slumping but mostly so she could feel the tactile strength in his hard, beautiful body again. He slid his hands to her butt and hiked her up into his arms. Her thighs cradled his hips and he rocked against her in a similar fashion to the simulated sex he’d performed in his routine. Only this time he wasn’t doing it for the benefit of horny women.
    Well, maybe one horny woman.
    Whimpering, she tunneled her fingers through his silky hair and rubbed her pussy up and