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

gently held her hips and rubbed against her. He could feel the hard contraction of her womb as her stomach tightened against his cock. Her response was uninhibited, genuine, and sexy as hell.
    Keisha slid her hands up his muscled arms until her palms rested on his shoulders. He shivered at the sensual stroke of her fingers against the back of his neck.
    His cock swelled. Shane whirled them around and pushed her up against the wall next to her front door.
    Keisha was sandwiched between the hard press of his thick muscular chest and the unforgiving wall behind her. With her shoes on she was tall enough that the sculpted planes of his pecs rubbed sensuously over her stiff nipples.
    Somnolent, sultry heat rose between them as he leaned closer and rubbed his nose along the surprisingly sensitive curve of her ear. His body dwarfed hers, his beefy thigh was wedged between her legs. A curious dizziness assailed her and Keisha swayed toward the magnetic draw of his sex appeal.
    Keisha shivered.
    Shane lifted her up and she whimpered. Holy shit. She was a solidly built woman and he’d lifted her up as if she were a stick thin model. He scraped his tongue down the side of her throat and nipped at the rounded curve of her shoulder. Then he opened his mouth over her neck and suckled.
    His bulk towered over her, surrounding Keisha in a sexual haze. Her dress was tight enough that she couldn’t wrap her legs around his waist. But then Shane cupped her ass in his large palms, and rubbed the ridge of her pubis against the pole in his pants. She moaned again as the slight friction stimulated her clit.
    “Shit woman. You’re like A-1 jet fuel at flashpoint.” Shane let her down easily until the tips of her shoes touched the floor. He rested his head against the wall over her shoulder, his chest heaving and his fingers trembling as he smoothed his palm over the curve of her hip.
    Keisha knew she needed to put her armor back in place. Put up that wall that kept people at a distance and protected her from heartbreak. In a second.
    Right now she just savored him. It had been far longer than she’d like to admit since she’d had a man. And she’d never had anyone as masculine or as sheerly dominating as Shane. She could admit, if only just to herself, that he made her totally weak in the knees.
    She’d combusted in his arms. Probably like every other woman he’d had.
    Player, she reminded herself. She needed to subdue her yearning, and get them back on track and out the door.
    “Quit wasting time.” She dismissed the earthquake worthy kiss as nothing more than a platonic peck on the cheek. “We met. We got married. We want to give money to a worthy cause. The end.”

Three
    Shane nearly swallowed his tongue as Keisha sauntered toward the restaurant, her hips swinging provocatively. All he could do was follow behind her.
    He’d been infatuated with Keisha over the last few months, and he figured he’d exaggerated her sex appeal in his mind. But after that amazing, intense kiss in her entryway, he acknowledged he’d been way off fucking base.
    She was hot.
    Scorching, crazy hot. And their kiss had been even hotter. If he hadn’t promised Jack he would investigate this problem for the food bank, Shane would have stripped off her sexy dress and taken her against the wall.
    Now he watched hungrily as she entered the wine and dine event like she owned it. The small restaurant had exposed brick walls, a thick-beamed ceiling, rustic copper accents, and a large flagstone fireplace. The hearth was decorated with red hearts and wine bottles tied with white and red bows.
    Shane hustled up behind her and placed his palm on her bare shoulder. “Hold up, babe.” His voice was even lower than normal as he suppressed the desire to run his hand over her smooth, soft skin.
    She turned her head and gave him a ‘cold as a glacier ice cap’ smile while her eyes shot sparks that told him he’d pushed the intimate touch just a little too far. Her