A Touch of Confidence by Jess Dee Read Free Book Online Page B

Claire Jones was an experience he wished to relive over and over again. Or maybe he’d just ensure this kiss never ended.
    But a kiss would never suffice. His cock pointed out that fact as it swelled against his zip, demanding attention, demanding satisfaction, demanding access to Claire’s body.
    He pulled away with reluctance, then almost sealed their lips together again when Claire groaned in protest.
    He forced his eyes open, forced himself to look at her, and had to bite his cheek hard at the sight that greeted him. Claire’s head was tipped back, her eyes closed and her lips swollen and parted. It took every iota of willpower he possessed not to clamp his mouth back over hers.
    “Unless you want me to strip you naked and fuck you in this car, right here, in the middle of Mosman,” he rasped, “I suggest you climb out very quickly.”
    Her eyes popped open, their hazel rims almost invisible around huge black pupils.
    “I seem to have very little control when you’re around, Miss Jones.” He grit his teeth, pain and frustration radiating from his pelvic area, making speech almost impossible. Jack pushed through it, aware that his hand was still on her breast, his thumb brushing over the distended nipple. “Go now, before I rip off your shirt and suck on your nipples.” He yanked his hand away, knowing if he moved any slower, he’d never release her.
    They sat in his car on Military Road in broad daylight. Anyone could look inside. And while the idea of being watched bothered him not at all, he couldn’t bear Claire facing that indignity. She’d blushed just discussing their kiss yesterday, done her best to deny it. If strangers saw her getting naked with him, he suspected she’d never get over the humiliation.
    She stared at him with dazed eyes, blinking rapidly. It took a while, but her gaze began to clear. Her pupils contracted and the hazel rims grew bigger. As her gaze sobered, so did her expression. She snapped her mouth shut and color flooded her cheeks.
    “Go now,” he half whispered, half threatened and pushed back, freeing her. He used the hand that had been on her breast to unclip her seatbelt, lest he slip and replace it on her soft, round globe and tease her nipple with his thumb once more.
    Claire scrambled from the car, clonking him on the shoulder in her haste. Her color grew deeper as she called out an apology, but at least she was no longer beside him, beneath him, tempting him with her presence.
    Fuck, if his pop could see him now, he’d smack him one on the back side of his head. It was bad enough he’d messed up with the contract. But to mess around with one of his clients would never suffice. Big Jack would not stand for it.
    Except this didn’t feel like messing around. This felt more like compulsion, an undeniable need to get closer to Claire, to touch her, kiss her, and yes, to fuck her. It was an undeniable need to get to know everything about her.
    He took several deep breaths, willing his erection down. Climbing out the car with a raging hard-on was not a good idea. But watching Claire smooth her hair and pull her blouse down helped not a bit.
    He turned his thoughts to two nights ago, to the shock of receiving the phone call about his pop’s heart attack, to his deathly fear his pop might not make it.
    A long moment later, his cock half the size, Jack climbed out the car. He walked to stand beside Claire, placing his hand on her elbow and steering her towards the shop.
    “You gonna pretend that kiss didn’t happen either, beautiful?” he breathed into her ear.
    Claire’s shoulders stiffened, and heat radiated from her cheeks. “Shut up, Jack.”
    “I told you the chemistry between us wasn’t going anywhere.
    “If you stop kissing me all the time, it would.”
    He laughed out loud. “I’m not going to stop. Believe me, the next time I kiss you, I don’t think I’ll be able to pull back. I intend to strip you naked and fuck you six ways to Sunday. And don’t even