AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Time to pay her back for that hard slap to his cheek. He smacked her ass every bit as hard, making her gasp as he surged forward, impaling her on his cock. God, he’d tried to tell himself that she had never felt this good, that they hadn’t been this good together. He’d been lying. Pleasure and passion flooded his system as he began to pound into her.
Fletch pulled on her hips as he drove himself into her, picking up the pace as he rocked his hips back and forth, his cock getting deeper and deeper with each forward stroke. She tried to move, but he wouldn’t let her. He held fast. He hammered her pussy with ruthless abandon and could feel her body responding and building to an orgasm. Claire grasped the bedclothes beneath her, holding her own against his relentless pursuit of her passion.
Claire’s breathing became ragged, and then her back bowed as she cried out his name. Wrapping one arm around her waist, he hauled her up onto her knees so he could cup her breast and pinch her nipple as he fucked her harder and faster until holding her close, his body shuddered, and he pumped her full of his cum.
He moved his hand from her breast up to wrap around her throat, lodging his thumb and forefinger under her chin to tilt her head back in order to fuse his mouth to hers. He needed to feel his connection to her and wanted her to feel it too. Residual pleasure coursed through his body.
He let go of her and immediately she moved away, dropping down onto all fours before crawling away and rolling off the bed and backing away from him. What the hell was wrong with her? How could she act as if what had happened when they were pressed together hadn’t happened? He’d held her close, never wanting to let her go, and she was acting as if she couldn’t get away from him fast enough.
“Get out, Fletch,” she said with her back to the door that opened onto the balcony.
“I don’t think I will,” he said, moving off the bed and buttoning his fly.
She started to say something and then seemed to catch herself. “Suit yourself.”
She turned and walked outside, moving to the railing and looking out to sea. His shirt was a loose and long fit on her, the shirttail buffeted by the ocean breeze. This wasn’t supposed to happen. He’d been sure once he’d made love to her, she would understand they were meant to be together. Even angry he still wanted her, wanted to pleasure her. He needed her to believe that as long as they were together, everything would be fine.
“What’s wrong, Claire?”
“Nothing. We had sex, and now we’re done. I told you; I have things to do.”
“You told me you loved me.”
“I lied. Get out, Fletch.”
They weren’t done. Not by a long shot. He moved into the other room and called Carter.
“Claire and I are going to need a little longer. We need to work some things out.”
“Regardless of what she’s said or done, Mia says she’s been miserable without you; she cries herself to sleep every night.”
“She told you that, did she?”
“Yeah—right after I told her you’d been a miserable bastard ever since she left that note, and things got worse after you realized she’d taken the Grenadine necklace. Remember you were going to be patient and remind her that she loved you.”
“She told me that was a lie.”
“It wasn’t,” said a quiet voice behind him.
He turned to see her standing in the doorway from the terrace into the main room. She looked, for lack of a better word, fragile. He could think of a lot of words that could describe Claire—bold, gorgeous, sexy, fearless—but fragile had never been one of them, until now.
He held out his hand to her, beckoning her to him. She ran into his arms, head tilted up as his mouth swooped down, his tongue sliding between her lips to dance with hers. What moments before had seemed impossible now seemed right again. She clung to him, her lips surrendering to his dominance as heat and desire became something so much more.
“You’re mine, Claire, do you understand? You’re going to behave. Your days as a jewel thief, however righteous, are over. I need you to choose me over your vow to your grandfather. Choose me over your need to set right what was made so wrong so long ago. We’ll find a way to get the other pieces back when we can, as we can, legally. Trust me, Claire. I love you.”
She nodded, her eyes locking with his. “I choose you.”
CHAPTER3
CLAIRE
At the end of the day, it was all about love and trust, and the two were inexplicably intertwined. How could you truly love someone if you didn’t trust them? He needed to be the one thing that came before her vow to Poppi—in essence the one person who meant more to her than her grandfather. It might seem strange to others that she could make that choice for a man she hadn’t been with all that long, but she knew Poppi would have understood. He would have told her that Fletch was worth putting before her vow.
Claire leaned into his strength, her head resting on his chest. His body might be still, but his heart was beating wildly out of control. “I love you, too.”
Fletch rested his head on top of hers. “You are everything to me. I’m working on a deal to make this right and keep you and Mia out of jail. I have to tell you that you not doing time is more of a sticking point than Mia not doing time. If I can’t work it out, we’ll run. I won’t let them take you from me. Not now; not ever.”
He unbuttoned the shirt, running his hands over her skin and letting the ocean breeze skim over it as well. Her nipples pebbled up like ripe raspberries and the trailing kisses he whispered down her throat and across the slope of her shoulder drifted down to envelop them. Claire’s head fell back, leaving her torso naked and vulnerable to his exploration. He tongued, sucked, and nipped at her skin as she moaned.
