Jar of Hearts: (Family Stone, # 5 Keisha and Shane) (Family Stone Romantic Suspense) Read Free Page A

sporting wood at the thought. Fantastic. She was going to answer the door and see his hard on.
    All his life, all he’d ever wanted to do was fly. Nothing had even come close to the high he got from being thousands of feet in the air. But standing on Keisha Johnson’s front porch had just come a close second.
    She yanked the door open and Shane couldn’t say a word.
    Her curves were amply displayed in a skintight black dress. The neckline of the dress was a wide band of shiny gold and circled her neck demurely, but then her dress had some sort of cut out that showed her cleavage, revealing the mounds of her breasts and enticing shadows that he wanted to explore with his tongue. He was almost desperate to see if she tasted as good as she looked. The dip in her waist was tiny compared to her gorgeous breasts and her fantastically grabbable hips.
    Shane could imagine her on top of him riding him like a freaking bronco as he gripped her hips and pounded up into her. Suddenly his heart was racing and sweat blossomed on his face. God damn, he wanted her.
    Wanted to explore every lush inch of her Nubian body. Wanted to bury his cock in her hot slick pussy. Wanted to explode into the tight clench of her sex as she orgasmed around his cock.
    She propped her fist on her hip and tilted her head.
    Shane cleared his throat. “You look fantastic.”
    “Let’s go.”
    “We can’t yet. We need to get comfortable with each other.” He knew they needed to practice touching each other in a non-sexual way. He definitely needed some pre-work if just looking at her caused his body to react so intensely.
    “What are you talking about?” She was all tough attitude and snark. But he’d seen the softer side of Keisha when they’d protected Maria Torres a few months ago. That had been an eye-opener. And ever since he’d seen that inner marshmallow, she’d been on his mind. He couldn’t get her sweet side out of his head.
    “We’re supposed to be a married couple.” Shane’s body reacted again. And he wanted to touch her the way he’d been obsessing about for the last two months. But instead, a tame, informal hand on her face was all he could allow himself. Shane slowly brought his palm up to cup her cheek. Even with his cautious movement, she flinched when their skin touched.
    “See,” Shane said unnecessarily.
    She shoved his forearm away from her body. But she didn’t step back. Didn’t make a move to put more distance between them. “That means nothing.”
    Shane leaned nearer, their bodies so close, their chests were almost touching. The scent of patchouli and lemon wafted from her heated skin. As he looked into her striking eyes, hazel swirled with gold, he saw her answering response to him.
    Her eyes were brighter, her lungs expanded and contracted faster, and her nipples had sharpened to points. If he took a deep breath, his pecs would make contact with her breasts.
    Her mouth was slicked with siren red and her tongue peeked out to wet her lips.
    Shane groaned. How could he resist that unconscious invitation?
    He dipped his head, stared into her wide startled gaze, giving her plenty of time to avoid what was coming. But she didn’t move. Didn’t breathe if her absolute stillness was any indication.
    “This is a monumentally bad idea,” she whispered against the slow, soft brush of his lips.
    “Hell no.” He pressed a chaste kiss against the corner of her mouth, swiped his tongue against the seam of her lips, then nipped with his teeth, softly demanding entrance. “Best. Idea. Ever.”
    And then he kissed her. Really kissed her. Fully engaged, lips, tongue, teeth, devouring her mouth as if he’d die if he didn’t taste her.
    Keisha melted.
    There was no other word for it. She sank against his larger, harder body. Her fingers lightly clasped his biceps and she tilted her head to give him better access. His cock brushed her slightly-rounded belly between her hipbones, and they both moaned.
    Slow, slow, slow. He