The Storm (Fairhope) by Laura Lexington Read Free Book Online Page A

on my tiptoes and softly ran my lips and tongue over his ear, enjoying the fact that it only took seconds for his muscular frame to bristle. “Hmmmm … maybe if all your friends did this, they’d get laid any time they wanted, too.”
    “They say you’re so willing because we don’t have kids yet.”
    “They’re wrong.” I pinched his ass.
    He held me tightly, tenderly tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “I know you’ve had a hard week, and I wanted to start the weekend off right for you. Read your card.”
    I ripped the envelope open and began to read silently. Jana, I know this has not been an easy time for you. I am sorry that things have not gone well at work, but I hope it will get better soon. I am so proud of you for working so hard, and I know it will pay off. I love you very much. You’re the most imperfectly perfect woman for me, and when times are tough, remember that we have each other. As always, Andrew.
    I kissed him like it was the first time, our tongues meeting tenderly, but hungrily. Lightly trailing my fingers right above his boxers, I hinted at his reward.
    The whole episode—the mushy card, the flowers, the fresh breakfast—brought tears to my eyes. “Thank you so much. I can’t name a single friend of mine who is waking up to a setup like this…”
    He flashed his classic grin. “You’re welcome, baby,” he said. “What’s with the tears? You’re usually Miss Tough Stuff.” He raised one eyebrow. “I’m not used to this emotional display from you.”
    Me either. I laughed out loud. “I don’t know. I have been tearing up a lot lately. I guess all the problems at work are getting to me.”
    “There is one condition that comes with this royal treatment. We are going to enjoy this weekend. No talk about work—not to me, Grace, and no calling to complain.”
    We sat down to eat, and my spirits quickly perked up. We talked about our plans for the summer, and the upcoming political campaign his father was helping with. I would be lying if I said work didn’t cross my mind every couple of minutes … okay, every couple of seconds. If he noticed my furrowed brow, he did not let on.
    “Fabulous,” I thanked him as I took our empty plates to the kitchen. “What a treat. Clean house to top it all.” I surveyed his efforts, lifting my eyebrows and nodding in appreciation. Silently, I marveled at my success in snatching up a rare man who mastered the true art of seduction.
    Dropping my kidding tone, I looked up into the eyes of the man who was more than I had known to wish for. “You’re unbelievable. There’s no topping this.” Slowly, his eyes speaking to me in a language that belonged to only us, he wrapped his muscular arms around me and intertwined his fingers through my messy dark hair.
    “Oh, but it can be topped…” His voice was laced with hunger, and in seconds I was moaning at his husky breath on my neck. I shuddered as he whirled me around and lifted my shirt, his silky tongue finding my inviting breasts. His eyes full of burning desire, he tasted each one teasingly, sparking shocks of electricity down my weakening body. He wasted no time, skillfully sliding his hand between my thighs. Overpowered with primitive arousal, I threw my head back as the stimulation became more than I could bear.
    “Jana…” Our kiss burst into flames with an indescribable passion, a deep knowing that we belonged to one another. A knowing that no matter what life threw at us, our commitment and love were real.
    “Hurry,” I gasped as I felt him stiffen against me, my knees shaking.
    With lightning bolts of arousal illuminating his eyes, he swept me in his arms and carried me to the bedroom. We couldn’t get out of our clothes fast enough, our bodies needy for fulfillment. No spice of forbidden fruit could trump the satisfaction of the instinct that comes with true love.
    He slipped inside me, and we both cried out, my body slowly stretching to wrap tightly around him. We