Home Is Where the Heat Is by Amelia James Page B

few short trees lining the fence and light coming from the neighbor’s dining room. They’d have plenty of privacy with the blinds closed… or open. He laid his hand on the cold glass. Wonder how she’d like her bare ass mashed up against that?
    A closet door slammed shut, and he heard something zip as he hurried back to the living room. Claire strolled down the hall wearing badass boots buckled up to her knees, a short-short skirt and a tight top he could see straight through, revealing a black bra that barely contained her awesome breasts. A low whistle slipped through his teeth. “You think I’m gonna let you out of the house in that ?”
    She stood up straight and steady on her mile-high heels. “You don’t have a choice.”
    “Hmm….” JT moved close and traced the top of her bra with his finger. “We could stay in and….” He let his hand slip under her skirt and finish that thought.
    She shivered. “I bought this top months ago, but I’ve never had a chance to wear it. I want to be seen in it.”
    He stepped back and surveyed her. “There’s plenty to see.”
    “I know.”
    He fondled the cup. “Plenty to feel.”
    “Mmm… you’ll get to feel all you want, especially after we go out and I get to show off a little.” Her breast caressed his palm as her breathing deepened and her eyes sparkled.
    “You want an audience.” That little fact had been obvious from the moment she walked into the courtroom in her flaming red blouse.
    She bit her lip and nodded.
    “You like to be shared and appreciated, the center of attention.” He could easily give her what she wanted, or he could keep her all to himself. For once, the choice made itself easy.
    “Oh yes.” The words escaped her in a sigh, and her body heated as she pressed close to him.
    He slid his hand into her hair and caressed the back of her neck. “All right. I’ll indulge you.”
    She arched and purred. “And I’ll return the favor.”
    A furious tingle uncurled in his pants and sought satisfaction between her thighs. “Mmm… yeah.” He nudged his stiff crotch against her skirt and slipped his tongue into her hot mouth.
    Claire moaned and wobbled, clinging to him as their tongues tangled. He stumbled and crushed her against the wall, hitching her up to ride his hips. The top of her head hit a picture frame and knocked it down.
    “Shit, sorry.” He set her feet on the floor.
    She adjusted her skirt and bent over to pick up the photo. “That’s okay.”
    He jammed his hands in his pockets to keep from fondling her fine ass. “We should go before I yank that skirt off.”
    She laughed and wiggled her butt against his straining zipper as she hung the picture back on the wall.
    “Unless you want to go out in your underwear. I’m sure that would get lots of attention.”
    “Come on.” She grabbed his hand and led him back to the garage.
    But he changed direction and dragged her out the front door. “Let’s take my truck. We don’t need to drive separate vehicles.”
    “Oh. Right. No one will see us at night.”
    He rolled his eyes and opened the door for her. “Scoot all the way over.” He watched her slide across, then got into the driver’s side and started it up. “I want to grope you at stop lights.”
    Claire giggled and slipped her hand down his thigh.
    “Where are we going?” JT asked at the top of the street.
    “Downtown. There’s a club I like that has different rooms for 70s music, 80s music, and current stuff.”
    He gritted his teeth and shifted gears. “I hate 70s music.”
    “But it’s easy to dance to. I’m not a natural so I need all the help I can get.”
    “If I get you drunk enough, you won’t care.”
    “That helps, too.”
    He slowed for a yellow light, and as soon as it turned red, he stepped on the brakes and kissed her. She squeezed his thigh, and he rubbed hers until the light changed and the idiot behind them honked.
    “Just wait, asshole,” she hissed out the back window.
    Hmm…