Home Is Where the Heat Is
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He snatched her shoulders and clamped his mouth down on hers, plunging his tongue between her lips as he trapped her against the car.
Claire whimpered and went silent as he dragged his hands down her back and cupped her ass, lifting her body into his rigid crotch. She gasped when he came up for air.
He panted into her hair. “You worry too much.”
“You talk too much.” She grabbed the back of his neck and yanked him down for more kissing. He melted into her, limb by limb, molding into her body like it was meant for him. Thick molten heat enveloped them, lighting a slow fuse that sparked at a leisurely pace.
He leaned back and sank his hands into her silky hair. “Is this what you meant by fun?”
She ran her fingertips down his chest. “Eventually, but I still want to go out.”
Her patience is gonna kill me. “I thought we had to be careful.”
A daring smile colored her cheeks. “People will be less likely to recognize me in the outfit I have in mind.”
JT’s blood boiled. “I’d like to see that.”
“Come on.” She collected her purse and unlocked the door into a dim hallway.
“Do you ever turn the lights on?”
She laughed and flipped a switch, but led him out of the light and directed him to the couch. “Wait here.”
He sat down but got up again as soon as she slipped out of sight. Half-melted candles still decorated the living room. A few dirty dishes sat on the kitchen counter, but he ignored them and gazed out the sliding glass doors to the backyard. Couldn’t see much of anything in the dark other than a few short trees lining the fence and light coming from the neighbor’s dining room. They’d have plenty of privacy with the blinds closed… or open. He laid his hand on the cold glass. Wonder how she’d like her bare ass mashed up against that?
A closet door slammed shut, and he heard something zip as he hurried back to the living room. Claire strolled down the hall wearing badass boots buckled up to her knees, a short-short skirt and a tight top he could see straight through, revealing a black bra that barely contained her awesome breasts. A low whistle slipped through his teeth. “You think I’m gonna let you out of the house in that?”
She stood up straight and steady on her mile-high heels. “You don’t have a choice.”
“Hmm….” JT moved close and traced the top of her bra with his finger. “We could stay in and….” He let his hand slip under her skirt and finish that thought.
She shivered. “I bought this top months ago, but I’ve never had a chance to wear it. I want to be seen in it.”
He stepped back and surveyed her. “There’s plenty to see.”
“I know.”
He fondled the cup. “Plenty to feel.”
“Mmm… you’ll get to feel all you want, especially after we go out and I get to show off a little.” Her breast caressed his palm as her breathing deepened and her eyes sparkled.
“You want an audience.” That little fact had been obvious from the moment she walked into the courtroom in her flaming red blouse.
She bit her lip and nodded.
“You like to be shared and appreciated, the center of attention.” He could easily give her what she wanted, or he could keep her all to himself. For once, the choice made itself easy.
“Oh yes.” The words escaped her in a sigh, and her body heated as she pressed close to him.
He slid his hand into her hair and caressed the back of her neck. “All right. I’ll indulge you.”
She arched and purred. “And I’ll return the favor.”
A furious tingle uncurled in his pants and sought satisfaction between her thighs. “Mmm… yeah.” He nudged his stiff crotch against her skirt and slipped his tongue into her hot mouth.
Claire moaned and wobbled, clinging to him as their tongues tangled. He stumbled and crushed her against the wall, hitching her up to ride his hips. The top of her head hit a picture frame and knocked it down.
“Shit, sorry.” He set her feet on the floor.
She adjusted her skirt and bent over to pick up the photo. “That’s okay.”
He jammed his hands in his pockets to keep from fondling her fine ass. “We should go before I yank that skirt off.”
She laughed and wiggled her butt against his straining zipper as she hung the picture back on the wall.
“Unless you want to go out in your underwear. I’m sure that would get lots of attention.”
“Come on.” She grabbed his hand and led him back to the garage.
But he changed direction and dragged her out the front door. “Let’s take my truck. We don’t need to drive separate vehicles.”
“Oh. Right. No one will see us at night.”
He rolled his eyes and opened the door for her. “Scoot all the way over.” He watched her slide across, then got into the driver’s side and started it up. “I want to grope you at stop lights.”
Claire giggled and slipped her hand down his thigh.
“Where are we going?” JT asked at the top of the street.
“Downtown. There’s a club I like that has different rooms for 70s music, 80s music, and current stuff.”
He gritted his teeth and shifted gears. “I hate 70s music.”
“But it’s easy to dance to. I’m not a natural so I need all the help I can get.”
“If I get you drunk enough, you won’t care.”
“That helps, too.”
He slowed for a yellow light, and as soon as it turned red, he stepped on the brakes and kissed her. She squeezed his thigh, and he rubbed hers until the light changed and the idiot behind them honked.
“Just wait, asshole,” she hissed out the back window.
Hmm… excited.
Most of the traffic headed in the opposite direction, and finding a place to park took no time at all. They left their coats in the truck and shivered all the way down the street. JT wrapped Claire in his arms until the hot, throbbing dance music penetrated their chilly skin. Every man and a few women they passed turned to gawk at her. He wanted to pull his shirt off and throw it over her, but her smile brightened the darkened club, and she walked with pride in her step. He’d made the right choice bringing her here, and he refused to let anything crush her infectious spirit.
She guided him to the 70s room where a life-size statue of Darth Vader with a glowing red lightsaber greeted them. Groovy colors splattered the walls, and a sparkling disco ball scattered light across the dance floor.
JT spotted the bar real quick. “I need a drink.”
Claire danced next to him while he ordered a couple of beers. “See?” She wiggled her hips and bounced her breasts slightly off the beat. “Easy.”
He laughed and handed her the bottle. “Drink up, Rebel.”
They downed their beers, and then she pulled him onto the dance floor. He watched her move until he caught the rhythm, but he stayed back and let her perform while several other dancers circled around her, drawn either by her carefree dancing or her daring clothes. JT couldn’t tell, but Claire didn’t seem to care why she gathered a crowd as long as they were focused on her. Her magnetic smile attracted him, an irresistible force that neutralized any choice he might’ve had. He put his hands on her hips and pulled her close. “You’re beautiful.”
Her eyes sparkled under the spinning lights, and she slid her hands up his chest and locked them behind his neck. “Kiss me.”
A bold move for his cautious paralegal, but JT obeyed without question. He swept her mouth with his tongue, tightening his grip as she swooned against him. Heat swirled between them, and the violent rush that nearly consumed him earlier returned with greater force. Their moves mimicked the pounding music, driving their bodies against each other and pushing the limits of public decency.
He grabbed her hair and jerked her head back, taking a few deep breaths to return oxygen to his sizzling brain. “The next time we dance, we need to do it someplace private so I can appreciate your body without getting arrested.”
JT groaned and closed his eyes as her tongue tickled his burning skin. “If we make it that far.”
“Good point.” She gasped for breath and ground on his rigid cock. “Wait.”
“Can’t.” He grabbed her ass and held her tight against him.
“Me neither. There’s a restroom downstairs.” She peered through the crowd toward the back wall. “Come with me.” She led him to a stairwell lit in day-glo colors, and the chorus of Thriller blared from the speakers.
“This must be the 80s room.”
“We’re not staying.”
They scurried along the wall away from the dance floor and into an empty restroom built for one occupant, male or female. He lifted her up on the long counter and pressed her back against the mirror. Claire arched as he trailed his hands down the length of her body, tracing lines and stroking curves. He stepped between her spread legs and bent down to kiss her bulging breasts through the sheer fabric confining them. Her fingers twisted in his hair, guiding him lower.
“Please,” she whimpered.
He dropped to his knees and shoved her skirt up. Red satin panties blocked him so he yanked them down. They caught on her boots, but she helped him wrestle them off. He pressed her thighs open and kissed the tender flesh; his tongue uncurled and touched her wet pink pussy.
“Oh God!” She clamped her legs around his head, but he shoved them apart, exposing her to the glaring light and his mouth.
Sweet honey dripped from hot flesh as he tasted her, plunging his tongue inside and stroking, then circling the outer edges, teasing her clit. He closed his lips on it and sucked while she shuddered and moaned. Mmm… fuck her with my aching dick.
A voice came from outside, and then someone knocked.
Chapter 8
Claire gasped as the door burst open. JT jumped up and moved in front of her.
A man stood and stared, one hand on the doorknob and the other at his belt buckle. “Oops, sorry.” He grinned at JT. “Nice job, man.”
“Get out.” JT forced the words between his teeth.
The guy backed up and closed the door.
Claire’s heart hammered in her chest. Caught! That man had seen JT licking her… he’d seen her spread legs and everything in between. “Oh God.” The room spun, and JT caught her as she teetered off the counter.
“Are you okay?” He pulled her close.
“I don’t know.” A stranger had seen her in a most vulnerable position. She should be shocked and appalled, humiliated or embarrassed. But a hint of pride and secret excitement fluttered in her lower abs. She retrieved her discarded panties, and JT helped her tug them over her boots. She pulled her skirt down, then turned and splashed cool water on her face while he adjusted his pants. “Holy shit.” I’m swearing?
“Yeah.” He ran a hand through his tousled hair. “I forgot to lock the door. I’m so sorry.”
She shrugged. “I forgot too.”
He raised an eyebrow as he studied her face in the mirror.
She glanced down at the counter, trying to hide her eyes from his penetrating gaze.
“You are a bad, bad girl.”
“Shut up!” She spun and slapped his shoulder. “We need to go now.”
JT laughed and slid in front of her as he opened the door. “You’re still here?” he said.
The guy who’d interrupted them adjusted his pants and smiled at Claire. His deep brown eyes sparkled, and the tip of his tongue slipped between his lips as he surveyed her body.
Cute. Why’d we throw him out?
JT clenched his fists and stepped forward.
The intruding stranger stood his ground. “Full pitcher of beer creating an urgent need.”
JT rolled his eyes. “Jesus Christ.”
The guy ducked past them and shut the door. Claire laughed when she heard him turn the lock.
“I’m glad you’re laughing.” JT moved closer to her, pressing his lips against her ear to be heard over the pounding music. “This could’ve gotten really ugly.”
Claire stiffened. She glanced at the closed restroom door, then brushed his hair back from his ear. “You think he could’ve turned us in?”
“Possibly. Or you could’ve freaked out.”
“I’m okay.” She closed her eyes and recalled the moment the stranger walked in. An intrigued grin had lit up his eyes, and a swift bulge had filled out his pants. “He liked it.”
JT laughed in her hair as he ground the ridge in his jeans between her thighs. “Think he would’ve liked to watch?”
“Oh yes,” she sighed on his neck as his hard, warm body trapped her against the vibrating wall. Watched by a stranger. Just thinking the words shot a wild thrill from her nipples to her still-throbbing clit.
“Maybe,” JT flicked his tongue along her throat, “he would’ve liked to join us.”
Claire moaned and tried to picture how that might’ve worked. With the long counter supporting her entire body, JT would’ve continued licking her hot pussy while the other man kissed her aching breasts. Spread out for two men like an erotic buffet. Sweet fucking mercy!
“He’s still in there.” JT curled a finger under her chin and met her gaze. “Should we ask him?”
Before she could answer, the door opened and he stepped out. Her gasp caught his attention, and he grinned and blew her a kiss, then disappeared at the bar.
He’d say yes. Her favorite fantasy within her grasp… if she chose to pursue it. “No.” She shook her head even as the idea battled for acceptance. “Not tonight.” She smiled at JT and shivered at the dark desire in his eyes. “I want to give you my full attention.”
“Mmm….” He leaned down and kissed her, slipping his tongue past her lips and teasing her deepest, darkest wishes. He cupped her breast, but a good amount of flesh escaped his grasp.
Another set of hands would’ve fixed that. Oh I wish….
He laced his fingers with hers and pulled her toward the exit. “Let’s go.”
They dashed down the cold street to the parking lot, shivering while he fished out his keys and let her in. She scooted across the seat, but he pushed her back against the passenger door and buckled her in place. “But I thought you wanted to grope me at red lights,” she complained.
He grunted. “If I do, I can’t be trusted to get you home safely.”
“I have no problem with that.”
He shut her up with a lingering kiss, then started the truck.
Claire pulled her coat over her like a blanket until the heater filled the cab with warmth. She tossed the heavy wool aside and stretched, drawing JT’s gaze to her sheer top.
“Stop it.”
“What?”
“Teasing me. I can’t do anything while I’m driving.” He blew through a yellow light. “If it wasn’t so cold outside, I’d pull over and fuck you under the street lights. You’d like that.”
Hell yes. She giggled and arched her back just to hear him groan. But tormenting him tested the limits of her control so she reined it in. “Weren’t you supposed to turn left back there?”
“I could’ve, but this way is quicker.”
Good. “I didn’t know that.”
“I grew up in Denver, and I’ve worked all over the city. I know every street, every neighborhood, and all the secret passageways and hiding places.”
“That’s how you beat me home.”
“Yep. You can’t run from me, sweet thing.”
“I’ll never do it again.” She reached over and stroked his thigh, stretching her fingers toward his crotch.
He stepped on the brakes and screeched to a halt at a yellow light. “Get over here.”
She unbuckled the seat beat, flung it over her shoulder and nearly crawled on top of him. JT wrapped his arms around her and bent her back, kissing her mouth, her neck, and her barely covered
breasts.
The light turned green but he ignored it. He turned on the hazard lights and slipped a hand under her shirt and into her bra cup, pulling at her stiff nipple. Her breasts popped free and he licked the hard buds through the invisible fabric.
Claire squirmed under him, clutching his hair and moaning. Illicit sparks shot from her nipples to her thighs. She dropped one foot on the floor and rubbed her aching mound against the rigid bulge in his pants. A shadow moved over them, and a figure appeared outside the truck.
A knock rattled his window. “Need help?”
JT bolted upright while Claire lay motionless on the seat. “No.” He switched off the blinking lights. “I got it under control.”
“Okay.” The helpful driver nodded and walked back to his car.
Caught again! Claire grabbed her coat and pulled it up to her chin. “We gotta stop doing this.”
JT put the truck in gear and waited for traffic to move. “You’d better restrain yourself again.”
“Me?” She repositioned her bra and sat up. “You’re the one who—”
“I recall wandering fingers.”
“Oh, right.” She snapped her seatbelt and shifted to adjust her bra, flinching as the wire stabbed her in the ribs. Her breasts ached from being confined so long. By this time of night, she usually took off her clothes and curled up in bed with a trashy book—but tonight she’d have a real man under the covers instead of a fictional one. She couldn’t get naked soon enough. “Do you have any idea how much I want to strip my shirt off right now?”
His eyes glittered as he turned into her neighborhood. “Wait till we get back to your place. We’re turning all the lights on this time.” A faulty street light flickered on, shining a spotlight into the truck as if to emphasize the point.
They jumped out of his truck as soon as he pulled into the driveway. She fumbled with her keys, trying to unlock her front door with shaking hands while he fondled her from behind. The door flew open and they tumbled inside. She’d expected him to rip her clothes off within seconds, but instead, he walked through the house and flipped on every light switch he could find.
Claire pulled the living room curtains closed, chiding herself for letting fear get the best of her. She turned on a lamp while JT stood back and flashed an approving smile. Her abs quivered as she contemplated how to take full advantage of her brightly lit home. “You weren’t kidding.”