Dangerous Kiss (The Layton Family 1)

Damn. Claire astounded him, body and mind. Even with the light-purple bruise on her cheek, half hidden behind her waves of red hair, she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. He didn’t know when or how, but he’d make sure Darcy paid for punching her after setting her Jeep on fire. But right now, Darcy was in police custody and a naked Claire waited for him somewhere down the hall.

He found her in the employee lounge. A leather couch lined one wall. Humming refrigerator, sink and counter lined the other. In the middle stood Claire, her inviting nipples pointing toward him. She crooked one red painted fingernail at him.

Jake crossed the room in two long strides and wrapped her up in his arms. Her puckered nipples poked his chest through his shirt and sent fire through his veins. He leaned down, capturing her sweet mouth with his. He teased her mouth open, the syrup lingering on her tongue promised of sweeter things to come. Nectar from the gods couldn’t have tasted better.

He ran his hands down her back, cupped her soft ass and pulled her against his groin. Pleasure so intense it almost hurt exploded in him as she ground her damp pussy against his jeans. He almost came from that friction alone.

She moaned into his mouth. Her fingers dug into his taut shoulders as she stretched herself upward, arching into him.

The need to bury himself inside her, hear her call out his name again, almost overwhelmed him. He lifted his head.

The heady look in her eyes shot him back to the moment when he’d held her at the railroad tracks after she’d first confronted Darcy. Her red hair had been flying every which way, her face starting to bruise and dirt streaking her cheeks. She’d been through hell, but remained undaunted. He’d been so turned on by her fiery spirit, he’d wanted to secret her to a dark corner and fuck her senseless. She had felt the same, judging by her diamond-hard nipples and her do-me look. He’d managed to stop himself, just barely, telling her they’d regret their actions. He’d been an idiot.

“I was wrong,” he mumbled as he kissed the spot below her earlobe. “I’m not going to regret this at all.”

She laughed, low and breathless as her ample breasts rubbed against his chest. Her fast fingers unbuttoned his shirt setting off shocks. The pleasure nearly overwhelmed him and he let out a groan of his own.

Lifting her against him, he reveled in how good she felt in his arms. Determined to make her his, he carried her to the couch. Sitting back on the smooth leather, he kept his hands on her fleshy hips as she straddled him. Her breasts swayed, tempting him. He licked one erect nipple and closed his lips around the hard nub. She moaned and arched her back, digging her fingers into his shoulders.

Letting go almost killed him, but he had to get out of his clothes. She slid to his side on the couch. They continued to kiss as he yanked off his shirt, buttons flying everywhere, and stood.

Their hands battled at his waistband. She won. He shucked off his shoes as she unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. With anxious fingers, she slid his cotton boxers and jeans to his ankles. Entranced by the gleam in her eyes, Jake kicked them off.

Looking down, he saw the tip of her pink tongue lick her luscious lips, his cock pointed at her. She took him into her warm, wet mouth. His vision went black. His knees nearly buckled. Her talented tongue lapped at the pre-cum glistening against the head of his cock and had him ready to explode. He stepped back and brought her pliant body up.

She sucked on her bottom lip, pushed him down to the couch. Her fingers toyed with the strap of her thong. The red of her fingernails against the green of her underwear reminded him of Christmas. She was one package he couldn’t wait to unwrap.

He looked up at her body silhouetted in the harsh fluorescent light. For anyone else, the lighting and angle would have been unflattering, but not his Claire. He was bewitched by the confidence and strength hidden beneath her sexy-as-hell body. An invisible force kicked him in the gut.

“What are you doing to me?” he whispered.

She slipped her thong over her creamy hips and let them fall down her long legs. “Making you happy.”

“Good, I was afraid you were trying to kill me.”

She smiled. “They do call it the little death.”

Claire took the condom from his hand. She ripped the package open and slid the latex on, her fingers unrolling it down the length of his cock. The light touch of her fingers teased his erection and made it throb.

Looking at her hand curled around the base of his dick, he worried he’d come from her fingers alone. He tried to convert fractions, remember the preamble to the Constitution and anything else he could think of to stop himself from shooting right then.

When she straddled him and lowered herself onto his rigid cock, he could have died a happy man. Her warmth tightened around him and desire tightened his balls. Pleasure rippled outward from where they joined. He dragged a thumb across her peach nipple and pinched the nub lightly. Entranced by the sight of her delicious breasts, he held a rounded peak to his mouth and sucked on the large nipple.

Small whimpers escaped her lips. She increased the pace, riding him hard and fast. Her moist pussy ground against him as she enveloped him in smooth, deep strokes.

“More,” she cried.

Happy to oblige, he flipped her onto her back and thrust deep into her hot, silken pussy. His body awash in sensation so pleasurable it had him trembling, he tried to slow down to make it last, but her fingernails dug into his back in protest. Her hips met his every thrust, wild passionate cries escaping her lips. Like this, locked in each other’s arms, they fit. Perfect.

“Claire.” Her name came out in a strangled cry as he neared the abyss. He couldn’t hold on much longer.

Her inner muscles undulated against him and squeezed. Her whole body tensed in his arms as she came around his dick, screaming his name to the ceiling. His balls tightened and he buried himself to the hilt. He came inside her with the force of a tidal wave, moaning his release into her hair.

In that moment of blissed-out clarity it hit him—he never wanted to leave.

Claire brushed her fingers through Jake’s soft black hair. His head lay nestled on her shoulder. He’d flung an arm across her waist; the weight of it warmed he

r, like the world’s sexiest security blanket. She relaxed until her bones were the consistency of melted butter. All was right with the world.