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

pants. “Breaking rules.”
    Jesus, the blatant lust in Keisha’s gaze slayed him. Shane’s cock swelled, growing even harder and all he could think about was him and her and how hot it would be.
    “Fuck.” Shane swiveled his hips so that his erection brushed her body. “Right there with you.”
    He bent to capture her mouth with his, then pulled her bottom lip and suckled lightly. Fuck he wanted to be inside her. “Invite me in,” he demanded huskily. Screw his no fraternization rule.
    Keisha Johnson hit all his sexual buttons. She was more than a handful both physically and attitude-wise. She didn’t back down and gave better than she got. He wanted all that fire and sass in his arms, in his bed.
    “Convince me,” she shot back.
    “I want you. I want to see you naked. Suck on your nipples. Finger your clit and drive you wild. I want your fingernails digging into my skin as I go down on you. I want to fuck you until we’re both sweaty and sated and trembling from the force of how hard we come.”
    She whimpered, and he was pretty sure he had her.
    But he wasn’t above begging. “I ache for you. Put me out of my misery. You won’t regret it.”

Four
    Keisha knew this was a bad idea. But damn, he was fine. And he set her body on fire with just a few words and the hot suction of his mouth.
    Shane said, “Please.”
    What really did it for her was the fact that what should have been begging was uttered as a demand. A gush of arousal flooded her pussy. She’d been lusting after him since she’d first laid eyes on Shane. And here he was, at her front door. Locked and loaded.
    “Inside,” she commanded. “Now.” She whirled around and headed for her condo.
    Shane fell back a little and she knew he was checking her out. Keisha put a little extra sway in her step and was rewarded when he said breathlessly, “Damn, babe.”
    She hastily unlocked the door and pushed inside. She wanted him. And now that she’d made the decision…she needed to get to a bed, before she changed her mind, came to her clouded senses, and concluded this was an epically bad decision.
    She stalked inside with a sultry swing of her hips and listened triumphantly as his breath caught in his throat.
    His elegant, exquisitely-fitted suit and the very stuffy tie really did it for her. All that ripped muscle packaged in such proper attire made her want to unwrap him like a kid tearing open her present on Christmas morning. Keisha twirled and tugged at the formal tie around Shane’s neck. The action hauled him closer, and the heat pouring off his body was incendiary.
    He bent his head and dragged his tongue from the top of the keyhole down into the valley of her breasts. He wasn’t touching her anywhere else and the wet heat was unbelievably erotic. Then he dropped to his knees and nuzzled her breasts even as he slid his palms up the backs of her thighs.
    Shane marveled at her smooth skin as he pushed her short dress up her legs until his palms met the bare skin of her ass. Keisha clutched his head against her breasts and rocked her pelvis into his abs.
    He traced her thong down until his fingers delved beneath the fragile lace and stroked the swollen lips of her sex. Shane sucked in a breath. “God damn, you’re soaking wet.”
    He slid the tip of his middle finger inside her slick channel, just lightly penetrating her.
    Shane looked up at her. Her head was tilted back in abandon. But her fingers were working at the buttons on his shirt, nearly frantic as if she’d die if she didn’t touch his bare skin.
    Shane pushed her dress up until it bunched beneath her breasts and bared her stomach and the red lace thong to his gaze. “Hot damn, that is gorgeous.”
    “Happy Valentine’s Day,” she said breathlessly.
    “Thank God for St. Valentine.” He kissed a path from her belly button down to the waist of her underwear, all the while his middle finger pumped in and out of her sex. Her scent was driving him crazy.
    Musky wetness coated