SEIZED Part 2: Steamy Romantic Suspense (Seize Me Romance Fiction Series) by JC Coulton Read Free Book Online Page A

aback. She’s placed her hands on my shoulder and rocks me into oblivion. Her breasts are beautiful and in my face and I can’t resist them. I raise one arm up from her ass and up her back. I pull her closer so I can taste and tease her nipples. I hear her moans turning into a whimper and I feel her tighten around my cock. She’s already coming. The knowledge of her satisfaction takes me by force and so I come too, letting out a wail that sounds like a caged animal got loosed.
    I forget everything about the day. She looks so content I don’t want to move. When we recover, I wait until she pulls off me. She picks up the clothes she’s wearing and takes it into the bathroom where she cleans up. I follow suit when she’s done, and we meet back on the sofa. She sits beside me, so tiny next to me that a desire to protect her washes over me.

Chapter Eight
    Blake
    “Ready for coffee?” She nods. “Grab your shoes and let’s go.”
    She looks so cute in my clothes. They’re huge on her little frame. I have to use all my resistance not to pull her in and kiss her again.
    “Hmm—you want to get changed, or are you comfy as you are? We can just go to the coffee shop on the ground floor.”
    She nods in agreement to stay close to home. I can completely relate. She’s probably dying for a coffee fix right now, yet enjoying her day in pajamas. I wish I could do that with her. I wish there was not so much work to be done.
    I sigh as I usher her out the front door. I feel so weak, already breaking this promise to keep my hands to myself. What can I do—the woman is irresistible. As we head downstairs, I’m telling her things are okay to help reconnect, but I have no idea if April is really going to make it. No idea at all. I still don’t know if I can trust the department on this. In the meantime, I’m going to focus on making things right between Carrie and me.
    The coffee shop doesn’t have a ton of options. I settle for two espressos while she gets us seats at the back.
    “You remembered it’s my favorite,” she says, smiling gratefully.
    I see us doing this more. I want to be with her more. Being around her sucks me in. We settle in and I begin to tell her what I know. I talk about having traced the numbers back to two of Jessup’s businesses. I tell her about my talk with Jacob, and that April’s phone is in the lab for processing.
    She asks a few questions, but none of them seem critical. She’s just anxious to find out what more I know about April.
    “Carrie, did April have any other close friends or boyfriends in New York City?”
    She shakes her head. “No. Well I didn’t think she knew anyone her except for her uncle. But that was before I saw the messages to view apartments for rent. She never told me a thing about moving here, yet she went so far as to schedule appointments. We’re best friends. I thought she would trust me with something major like this.  I don’t understand, you know? I mean, who does that without telling someone—who ups and decides to move so far away, and keeps it a secret?”
    “I don’t know,” I say. “It’s confusing. The calls that came in were definitely from her uncle. Maybe the two of them are closer than she wanted to admit. It must be a lonely for her, having lost her parents. April is vulnerable right now; probably more than any other time in her life. It makes sense that she’d want to lean on family, even if she doesn’t like them much.”
    Carrie is quiet. She’s processing my words and it looks like I’m making sense to her.
    “I have no idea what it must be like to lose your parents.”
    Her eyes fill with tears at the thought. It’s a painful topic.
    “I didn’t think you were that close to your parents?”
    “Yes and no,” she says. “We have a few differing opinions on religion is all. When I stopped going to church, I was sort of labeled the black sheep.”
    “Why did you stop going?”
    The emotion in her face shuts right down and she goes