Free Jar of Hearts: (Family Stone, # 5 Keisha and Shane) (Family Stone Romantic Suspense) by Lisa Hughey

chest was wider than her door frame. The brother was built. She was no giant, but his bulk made her feel almost delicate, feminine.
    Shane groaned again. And although she’d like to think it was her sexy personality. She was pretty sure he needed to move from his contorted position. “You need to move?”
    “Hell, no. Let’s stay like this all night.” He nuzzled her again. “If I could keep you locked up back here, naked and sweet and open, I’d do it in a heartbeat.”
    The words should have pushed her buttons, gotten her back up. But his rough admission just made her want to start on round two. “Why don’t we continue this conversation inside?” Her voice had softened as she thought about how uncomfortable he must be right now.
    Her butt was stuck to the leather seat and her back was about to start cramping.
    “I thought you’d never ask.” Shane smiled and Keisha’s heart tumbled. “God I love that sweetness. I love that you just turned it on me.”
    It was too late to try to bring back the attitude. She’d have it back in place tomorrow but right now, his sweet was working for her too.
    With a silent, unexpected thud, she fell. She knew better and still she wanted to believe him. Wanted to trust that softness, that gentleness in his words, and wish that he’d be there for her forever, that she could count on him not to let her down.

Eight
    The next morning, Keisha strode to Shane’s Charger, putting a little extra swing in her hips since she knew he was behind her. Her high heels clicked against the asphalt in a confident rhythm. Last night had been amazing. Again.
    He groaned. “You’re trying to kill me.”
    She let her lips curl and a lightness filled her. She felt good. Happy. She tossed a saucy look over her shoulder and felt like laughing. Her. Laughing.
    “If the shoe fits….”
    “Those shoes should be illegal.” Shane had sidled up behind her, his body molded behind hers, one thick forearm wrapped around her waist, his chest warm against her back and her butt snugged up against his groin. “Later, I want to see you in just that pale yellow lace bra and panty set and those pumps. Then I’m going to fuck you against the wall.”
    Her whole body softened and her sex went wet at his words. That was the reason they were late this morning.
    They’d gotten distracted when he’d come out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist, water droplets sprinkled on his skin. And she’d been half dressed in her pastel yellow lace demi bra that pushed her breasts up and together accenting her cleavage, a matching thong, and her snakeskin pumps with a pale yellow heel that matched her lingerie. She knew they made her legs look good.
    They’d taken one look at each other and within seconds, he’d had her flat on the bed, and was buried inside her while her heels dug into his butt and he powered in and out of her.
    Keisha’s knees went weak at the memory. “Sounds good,” she said breathlessly.
    They slid into the car. Shane looked pretty good himself. He’d replenished his Go Bag sometime yesterday, and was wearing khakis, a white button down that emphasized the burnished ebony of his skin, and penny loafers.
    “Pop the glove box and put this inside for me, would you babe?” He handed her his weapon and then started the car.
    She opened the glove box and that’s when she saw it. When the sexual glow from last night, and this morning, evaporated in a searing moment of pain. The diamond earring sparkled in the warm light from inside the glove box. The woman’s jewelry was a glaring visual reminder that Shane Washington was a player.
    She pressed her lips together and her mouth turned down.
    “What’s wrong?” Shane had instantly intuited her change in mood. He clasped her chin gently and turned her head so that she was forced to look at him.
    “Nothing.” Her body was stiff as she continued to process the implications of that earring. “We’re already late. We should get