The Sapphire Affair (Jewel #1)

She parted her thighs.

Killing any more resolve he had.

Not that he had much. It vanished when she’d jumped him on the street minutes ago. Now, it was far in the rearview mirror as he brushed the inside of her thigh. She quivered in his arms, and her reaction sent the temperature inside him soaring.

“Challenge accepted,” he said, and she smiled in that sexy-sweet way she had, then her eyes floated closed as he reached the damp panel of her bikini bottoms. He inhaled sharply as he brushed his index finger across that lovely wetness. His dick twitched against his shorts, wanting to find a temporary home inside her. He was so damn eager to bury himself inside her, to slide into her, to make her back arch and her toes curl as he took her to the edge.

But this moment wasn’t about him getting off. He wanted to watch her writhe in pleasure. To hear her cries. To see her lips form his name as she came undone. He slid a finger across her, gliding over her slick heat. Oh hell, she felt fucking fantastic, and lust crashed into all corners of his body as she shuddered and rocked into his hand.

He dropped his mouth to hers, claiming her lips in a hot kiss as he tugged her bikini lower, then returned to all that fantastic wetness that coated his fingers. She rocked into him as he stroked her and kissed her, and whatever resistance she’d had seemed so far gone, too.




She was supposed to be denying this.

She was supposed to be stronger.

But she wanted to forget what she’d just learned. She wanted a break from all this thinking about good guys and bad guys, cons and crimes. She wanted to turn off her mind and let her body take over.

Because this man knew what to do with her. Those talented fingers. That wicked mouth. He kissed like he was the reigning world champion in the sport of kissing, and she was his perfect partner. His lips were a dream, and his mouth tasted fantastic, and now he was touching her right where she wanted him.

He stroked faster, hitting her in all the right spots. She raised her hips, meeting his hand, needing his fingers. Craving so much more. Sparks raced through her bloodstream with every move he made, and soon she couldn’t concentrate on kissing him. She could only narrow in on the agonizingly exquisite ache between her legs.

“God, it feels so good, Jake.”

He thrust his fingers into her, sending her hips shooting up. “You’re so sexy all the time, but like this, when you’re all turned on, you’re out of this world,” he whispered in her ear, his voice low and dirty, the words heating her up even more.

“I thought about you last night,” she said, her breathing turning erratic. Hot, quick pulses spread through her with every touch, every stroke.

“Yeah? When you were all alone on that hotel bed, you were getting off to me?” he asked as he crooked a finger inside her, and she gasped, crying out loudly in pleasure. Wild sensations burst through her body in quick waves as he fucked her with his fingers, thrusting inside her, rubbing that swollen bundle of nerves where she ached for him. Fireworks popped in her brain. Bright colors flashed before her eyelids.

“You got me all worked up on the dance floor. You were all I pictured as I touched myself,” she said as the sensations whipped faster through her and wild sparks rained down on her.

“Was I doing this?” he asked as his fingers rained pleasure down on her. “Or was I fucking you? Was I taking you deep, bent over the bed, you screaming out in pleasure?”

A flip switched with his dirty words. His sexy, filthy words. No one had ever talked to her like this. It was addictive. It was orgasmic. Her belly tightened, and her climax crested into view.

She cried out as she rocked into his hand, hips bucking wildly, pleasure radiating through her. She grabbed his hair, clutched his skull, and pulled him back to her lips as she rode his hand shamelessly in the backseat of her car in the corner of a parking garage in the Caymans.

Coming undone.

Once the orgasm ebbed away, she brushed her palm along his hard-on. “Mmmm,” she murmured. “Let me take care of you.”

He didn’t have the chance to respond, because a car drove by, then another. Back to reality. Their momentary escape into a quiet parking garage bubble had ended.

“Don’t think for a second I don’t want that. But you need to know I’m also completely satisfied having made you feel good.”

The man was a giver.

Kill me now.





CHAPTER SEVENTEEN


Before the sun even cracked through his window, his phone rang with the Mission: Impossible theme song.

He blinked, grabbed it, and answered the call. “Hey, Andrew.”