Free Fatal Affair: 1 (Courthouse Connections) by Ann Jacobs Page A

She stopped herself because she’d
vowed never to reach for more pleasure than fate had allowed her when she’d
gravitated toward her tall, powerful master on that pier in Key West. Reminding
herself their affair was transient, fueled by her loneliness and his grief, she
stood on tiptoe and brushed her lips over his.
    Instant combustion—she couldn’t touch him
without wanting to take him inside her and sweep away her loneliness. She loved
looking at his face and seeing not the grief that had first attracted her but
rather the heated looks of desire. For her.
    Looking up at him, she smiled, wanting him
as much as any cocaine addict yearned for a fix. “Let’s go inside now that
you’re finally here. It’s not enough just to look and talk. What I want we
can’t do out here for everyone to see. You know, you’re like a drug to me. I
can’t seem to get enough.”
    He scooped her up against his broad,
muscular chest and carried her inside, laughing as he set her down next to the
bed and practically tearing off her casual maxi dress. When she was naked he
laid her in the center of the mussed-up bed, caressing her with a heated gaze
as he got rid of his jeans and faded Gators football jersey. She liked the fact
that he hadn’t bothered with underwear.
    He bent and took her mouth, ravishing her
with his tongue until they both were breathless. “You have no idea how gorgeous
you look right now, all relaxed and windblown and happy to be here with me, far
away from…everything.”
    He stretched out beside her and ran his
fingers through her tangled hair, his expression so intense that she sensed he
understood so much more than either of them had the right to acknowledge. “I
want to memorize every inch of you so I can keep you locked in my mind when we
have to be apart.”
    Wherever he touched her, whether a light
caress with his long, thick fingers against her cheek, a possessive claiming of
her breasts or a playful journey along her belly and thighs until he found her
core, she felt his heat. She answered it with a fire of her own. “Oh God. Don’t
stop. Don’t ever stop,” she moaned against his mouth when he finally released
her mouth following a kiss that left both of them breathless.
    “Easy, sweetheart. We’ve got all day.”
    Yes, they had all day, but not all the
lonely days when they had to live in their separate worlds. Lanie choked back a
protest, told herself to cherish what times they had together and not risk
losing those times by grasping for something more.
    She traced the hard muscles of his back, then
slid a hand around to stroke his big, rigid cock, using one finger to scoop up
the drop of lubrication at its blunt tip. She met his heated gaze as she
brought her finger to her lips and sampled the slightly salty, very welcome
essence of him. “You don’t really want to go slowly, do you?”
    “You know I could fuck you all day every
day and still want more. I’m just trying to take it easy and savor this lazy
day when our only concerns are for each other.”
    She’d never before heard him talk so bluntly
about what he wanted. What she wanted too but dared not try to reach out and
take, dared not even say out loud because she didn’t have the right to want to
make their fantasy real. “I know. You’re insatiable,” she said with a smile,
trying to defuse the tension, to banish feelings. Measured lust—that was the
only emotion she had the right to feel. Frantic not to think, she wrapped her
arms around JD, encouraging him to come over her and fuck her hard, to fill the
emptiness in her body and make her forget about the growing void in her soul.
    “If I’m insatiable, sweetheart, then so are
you.” He rolled on top of her, nudged her legs apart with his knees and sank
inside her. “I love…I love how wet your tight little pussy gets for me.”
    Had he been about to say he loved her? For
a second or two she savored that possibility, biting her lip to remind herself
she must never say