Five Alarm Lust Elise Whyles (most life changing books .txt) 📖

room. There was no changing the past, but it didn’t mean she had to let it control her. She slipped her hand into his, smiling at him as they left the jail.

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“I couldn’t eat another bite.” Gillian pushed her plate away and leaned back. “I say it’s a tossup between Don’s and here.”

“Oh that’s easy.” Jack leaned over, his shoulder brushing hers as his hand slid under the tablecloth along her thigh. “Here.”

Giggling, she bent her head to his. “Oh, and why is that?”

“’Cause the best dessert is at this table.” Jack pressed a kiss to her neck. “Hidden by denim and lace.” She gasped as he palmed her crotch, the heel of his hand pressing against her clit. Already she could feel herself growing wet.

Heavy, full, her breasts pressed against the slinky lace of her bra. Each breath pulled on the material, rasping over her nipples until they’d hardened into aching peaks. Catching his eye, she licked her top lip, a smile tugging on one side of her mouth. “Mm, delicious.”

“Yeah.” Jack switched hands, one going around her shoulders to dangle against the top of her right breast. With each subtle move of his body, his fingertips brushed against her, teasing until she was panting. The rasp of the zipper on her jeans drew a gasp. Grabbing his hand, she caught his smirk.

“Get the check,” she whispered into his ear, her palm cupping his cock. Rolling her palm, she caught the strangled groan that escaped him and giggled. “Turnabout is fair play and tonight it’s mine.”

Jack nodded and eased away, a pained look crossing his face as his jeans brushed against his shaft. He slid from the booth and leaned toward her. “And just what do you have in mind, my dearest?”

“You’ll just have to wait and see.” Gillian giggled as he slipped away in the semi-darkness to take care of the bill. She adjusted her zipper, gathered her coat, and slid across the bench. Straightening, she turned, almost bumping into a tall, statuesque blonde.

“Excuse me.”

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing.” The blonde snarled and her eyes narrowed. Scarlet-tipped nails tapped an ugly beat on her upper arm.

“Pardon me?” Gillian eyed the woman before her with care. It wasn’t the first time the woman had popped up, and she wasn’t in the mood to listen to her venomous ranting.

“You think he wants you? Acting all coy and schmoozy. Makes me sick. Soon as he’s done with you he’ll be back with—”

“Shelli, what a surprise.” Jack’s hard voice drew the blonde’s attention.

“Darlin’, I was just admiring your friend’s coat.” Shelli batted her lashes at him. She curled her fingers through his arm, affecting a perfect pout. “I haven’t heard from you in a while. Is everything okay?”

“Everything’s perfect.” Jack disentangled his arm and smiled as he tugged Gillian toward him. “I take it you met Gillian?”

“Uh, not really. We hadn’t introduced ourselves.”

“Let me do the honors.” Gillian shivered as Jack’s hand slid down her side to rest on her hip, his fingers dangerously close to her zipper. “Shelli, this is my soon-to-be fiancée, Gillian Hilliard. Gillian, this is Shelli.”

Gillian’s heart stuttered. She shot a quick assessing glance at his face, her eyes wide, hope clawing at her chest. The love in his eyes fanned the flames and she snuggled into him.

“Fiancée?” Shelli’s face fell, any hint of warmth vanishing into thin air.

“Yes. You’ll understand we’re waiting to do a big reveal. We want to have some time to just enjoy each other before we have to spend time with others.” Gillian inched closer to Jack, her hand reaching over to caress his chest as she smiled. “You won’t tell, will you?”

“Uh, no, congratulations.” Shelli shot her a dark look before vanishing into the crowded restaurant.

“Wow, she’s…”

“In the past.” Jack nipped at her ear. “Now, where were we?”

“I believe we were getting ready to head for home.” Gillian stared through the crowd in the direction Shelli had gone. Like shards of glass falling from a window pane, the faint hints of doubt and fear fell away. Whether he knew it or not, Jack had erased the fears she’d harbored up until now.

With his hand on her hip, they hurried out the door toward his truck. Jack stopped at the truck door and pressed her back against the cool steel. Fingers tangled in her hair, he leaned forward, his lips scant inches away from her.

“You going to kiss me or just stare at me?” Gillian flicked her tongue out to lick at his lips. She wallowed in the shudder that raced over him and did it again.

Heat flooded her body as he slid his thigh between her legs, pressing against her clit. Muscles flexed and moved, arousal built within her body. Her fingers locked into his belt loops she pulled, moaning in dismay when he moved, inserting inches between them. She licked her lip and arched, her hips rolling against his leg.

“God you make me hot.” The words slipped free of her control. A tiny flare of embarrassment was washed away by his low growl. Unsteady fingers slid down her temple, pausing at her lips. She opened her lips, her tongue wrapping around his finger, guiding the digit into her mouth. Eyes locked together, she sucked slowly, her tongue laving his finger again and again.

Lust darkened his gaze. She whimpered when he pulled his hand free. His hot breath fanned over her face, a physical touch that burned deeper. Her head dropped back against the doorframe, eyes drifting to half-mast as his hand slid down her body. Playing with her breast, he pinched the nipple beneath her shirt to hardness before his thumb drew circles.

Each swipe sent a bolt of sensation to her throbbing clit. Needing friction, wanting more, she ground her hips forward, rubbing against his leg. “Home. We, uh, need to get home.” Gasping, pleading, she wiggled against him.

Her body on fire, she whined when he pulled away, jerked open the door, and lifted her