Jack Grayson finished university and was ready to go home and take over the family spread.
Allison Wakefield is the new vet in town.
When they first meet, sparks fly and tempers soar.
Then Jack enters her life again at a vulnerable moment and their attraction blooms.
Jack and Allison are both plagued with vandalism, which accelerates to attempted murder.
Somebody doesn’t want them together. Can they figure out who has it in for them before someone gets killed?
“Jack, what are you doing here? I thought you had work to do.”
“I do, but I also need to eat and, knowing the current state of your larder, I decided to buy for two. What took you so long?”
“I fell asleep in the tub. What a lovely way to relax. Those jets gave me a great massage.”
“I give a good massage,” Jack suggested with a lascivious grin, envisioning her in the tub with his hands molding her body.
Allison giggled. “I just bet you do. Come on in. Is that chicken I smell?”
“Take it to the table. I’ll get dressed and be out in a second.”
“Hmmm, I kind of like the way you wear that towel.”
She smiled and headed for her bedroom, firmly closing the door behind her.
Jack shrugged, set the food on the table, and waited. It wasn’t long until her door opened and he watched as she made her way to the table. She walked with such grace and economy of movement that she seemed to glide across the room. The pink shorts she wore were barely there and the matching tank top easily told him that she’d forgone a bra. His throat closed off, and he wanted to take her right there and then. To hell with the food.
“Thanks for bringing dinner. I’m starving,” she said.
He swallowed hard and pulled out a chair for her when what he wanted to do was carry her right back into her bedroom and make love to her. He eyed the table. It was a heavy, sturdy piece of walnut furniture. Maybe …
Nope. She was already digging into her dinner. His lust would have to wait while they ate. He took a seat and dug into his chicken dinner. He really hadn’t known how hungry he was until he’d started eating. All he’d had today was coffee for breakfast and the pizza at lunch. Still, every time he glanced over at Allison, he wanted her more.
Like now. She was licking the grease off her fingers … Such a sensual act, and so distracting, he almost choked on a fry. But he shouldn’t be surprised. She’d kept him in a permanent state of arousal all week as he worked in the clinic. If it hadn’t been for her home visits in the evenings, they probably would’ve indulged themselves by now. Instead, he’d gone home every day to a cold shower.
“Do I have ketchup on my nose or something?” she asked.
Her jerked back to reality and realized he’d been staring. “Not on your nose, but…” He reached across the table and rubbed his thumb slowly beneath her bottom lip. “There. Got it.”
Before he could pull his hand back, she put her lips over his thumb and sucked off the imaginary ketchup.
“Funny, but I can’t taste any,” she said, a teasing glint in her eyes.
“You caught me.” He grinned at her. “I needed to touch you. Is that so bad?”
“No, not bad. I’ve finished eating. Have you?”
“Yes, ma’am.” He pushed his unfinished meal away and rose to walk around the table to where she now stood. Their gazes locked as they stood facing each other, not touching. “That sounded like an invitation. Are you sure this is what you want?”
“I’m sure. Shall we adjourn to the bedroom?” she asked as she took hold of his hand.
“With pleasure.” He allowed her to lead the way. If she slowed, hesitated the slightest bit, he’d be one sorry excuse for a man. But this had to be a mutual coupling. He wouldn’t settle for anything less.
Only she didn’t hesitate. She walked straight to the bed, stopping only long enough to drop her shorts and pull her tank top over her head.
He couldn’t move. All he could do was stare at those perfect rosy tips until his mouth watered. Then his eager gaze took in the rest of her. All she wore was a pretty pink thong. “Lady, you’re going to kill me,” he said as he moved closer, feeling the weight of her breasts as he cupped them in his hands. “You are so beautiful.”
“And you have too many clothes on.” She turned and flipped back the covers on the bed and then slipped beneath the sheets.
Jack didn’t waste any time. He stripped in a nanosecond, his erection springing up as his boxers went down, and he joined her, hugging her close and enjoying their nakedness, skin to skin, except for her thong. “Oh, my. What have we here?” she asked as she took him in hand, her thumb caressing the tip.
He sucked in a ragged breath as she began to stroke up and down his shaft. Two could play that game. He ruthlessly ripped the thong from her body, and his hand rubbed her mound of curls until she writhed beneath him. But he wanted more of her breasts first.
His hands cupped them again, bringing first one and then the other to his mouth. He laved and suckled and nipped at her turgid nipples. She tasted delicious, and he feasted until she pulled him up and away, securing his mouth to hers in a kiss filled with rapture.
“Make love with me, Jack.”
“Oh, yeah,” he managed to say. Then he remembered protection. “Just give me a sec.” He reached over the side of the bed and grabbed his jeans off the floor, extracting his wallet from which he removed a small foil packet. He tore it open, and she reached for it.
Oh boy. He should have said no. Her gentle hands made long, slow smoothing motions as she worked the condom over the swollen tip and down his hardened length. He wanted to lie back and enjoy the sensation. He wanted to tell her to hurry. But most of all, he wanted to be inside her.
Jack got his wish, only not in the way he’d thought. She straddled him and impaled herself in one fell swoop. He gasped in pleasure.
“I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?” she asked.
“Allison, the only way you could hurt me right now is to stop. Now move.” He thrust upward and she moved with him, riding him, thrust for thrust, and taking him to the limit much too fast. “Whoa, girl, slow down or this’ll be over before we’ve properly begun.”
“No worries. We have all night.”
He groaned as she rotated her hips and pressed down on him. Surely, he couldn’t get in any deeper, but he did. Her inner core was like a warm velvet glove, silky soft and tight as she encased him. He was on fire. On fire for Allison.
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Lorraine Nelson is a multi-published, award-winning, bestselling author who lives in rural New Brunswick, on the east coast of Canada. Always a bookworm, she’s read many novels of romance and mystery over the years, finally deciding to put her pen to work at writing one. At time of publication, Lorraine has 33 titles available.
“To write romance and romantic suspense is my dream come true, although my mom says I was born with an avid imagination and pencil in hand, crafting stories from an early age. Now my children have grown and have lives of their own, I have time to indulge my passion for writing.”
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