Burning For Claire (The O'Connell Family Book 2)

Burning For Claire (The O'Connell Family Book 2) by C.M. Steele

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seemed so fragile underneath me.
    She smiled up at me and pleaded in a soft, raspy, sex-filled voice. “Travis, it feels so good and so full.”
    She may have been a virgin, but she was a natural seductress. I rose up and ground into her hips with mine, slowly lengthening each thrust. I watched her face as she took me fully in her over and over again. She sighed and moaned with a sensuous smile and her eyes closed.
    Our movements weren’t rushed, but our slowed pace added to the sensations. Our bodies pressed against each other as I took her mouth again. Her hands rubbed all over my back and caressed my muscles. Her movements were getting rougher as she tried to find the motion she needed to get off. Every thrust of her hips and every squeeze of her walls had me mentally pleading for her to come or I’d finish before her. She gave me the cutest little moan before orgasming hard and crying out my name in reverence. “Travis.”
    My release rode the tail of hers as I felt my come shoot out and fill her. My body dropped to the side and on the mattress as I tried to get the blood to go back to my brain. I wanted her to know how special her gift was to me.
    “Thank you for saving yourself for me.”
    “Thanks for making it worth the wait,” she purred with her eyes still closed. 
    “Claire, I know you’re only twenty, but how come you were still a virgin?” I asked, curious why she waited.
    “I always wanted to be successful like my father and brothers, so I focused on my business and my skills.”
    “You didn’t date?” I was feeling irrationally jealous at the prospect of her seeing other men.
    “Actually, I just broke up with my last boyfriend a few days ago because he was trying to get me to give it up,” she replied nonchalantly.
    “A few days ago?” I asked angrily.
    “Yes, the day after Sam and Rick met, and we’d seen each other.”
    After I shook off my jealousy, I thought about the fact that it could have been him to set the fire. “Was he angry about the breakup?”
    She immediately registered where I was going with my question and in disbelief stammered, “You don’t think…no he isn’t like that. He wouldn’t.”
    “Baby, I just wanted to know who your enemies are,” I stated.
    She shook her head and rejected my theory. “Jake isn’t like that. He’s a really nice guy. I just didn’t want to do it yet.”
    “But you did it with me,” I gloated. How could I not? It wasn’t something she could give away to more than one person.
    “So. Your point being?” 
    I gave her a grin and shrugged as I responded to her. “Nothing, sweetheart. I’m just gloating.”
    “Ass,” she said as she whacked me with a pillow
    I nodded and devilishly remarked, “Yes, you have a very nice ass.”
    “Do I?”
    “Yes, you do. I don’t want you to get dressed yet. Thankfully it’s bed time.”
    “So from now on you want me to sleep naked?” she asked playfully.
    “Hell yeah,” I crowed.
    She looked over at her alarm clock before she asked, “Do we have time for one more or are you too tired?”
    “I’m not too tired for you. We do have time, Claire. We do.” That was the last thing I said before I pushed back into her.

Chapter 11—Travis
    We woke up after our last round of hot sex, and it was still only nine thirty. Everyone should be up in the house. I heard some movement, but no one seemed to be looking for us. Eli said he would be here already, but knowing them they’d be late.
    She was sitting up in bed trying to wake up when something dawned on her. “I need to get a new phone. I just thought about it. It was in the fire, and I probably missed so many important calls.”
    Any time the fire was mentioned my blood would boil. “Yes, we need to see if any of those broads called you. We could get clues to what happened and if they were involved,” I muttered.
    “I haven’t talked to Tad. He’s probably worried about me.”
    “Why hasn’t he been here to see you? I’m sure he

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