More Than Lust (Courthouse Connections Book 1) by Ann Jacobs

wanted her to take him in her mouth and suck his aching flesh. Damn it, Gray didn’t know what he wanted, until she reached out her tongue and tasted the lubrication at the tip of his cock. “Oh, yeah, it feels good. But you don’t have to . . .”
    “I want to touch you . . . taste you . . . do everything you do to me that feels so incredible.” She licked him again, this time sliding her tongue along his entire length, stopping to kiss his scrotum. “I want to make memories for when you have to go.”
    Memories of us . They’d danced to that song last night, making love as much as two people could do fully clothed, in a public place. As Gray recalled that dance, he grew harder, desperate to roll over and claim her again, in the morning light, the way he’d made love to her last night . . . and the night before.
    Surprising him, she moved, straddling him, taking him inside her warm, wet sheath. “Oh yeah, sweetheart, fuck me. I love the feeling, being inside you this way.”
    She pulled back, and when she did he remembered too. Being inside her felt so incredible because they’d forgotten protection. “In the night stand drawer. Grab a condom and put it on me.”
    She did, grinning as she sheathed his erection. “We wouldn’t want any lasting results from our weekend fling, would we?” she asked teasingly as she lowered herself on him once more.
    Part of Gray—the alpha male that sometimes took over for his brain—wanted nothing more at that moment than to make her pregnant. The saner voice in his head urged caution. “Not now, when I’m on assignment and wouldn’t have the fun of watching you have morning sickness. Someday, though, after I get back and quit the DEA . . .”
    He didn’t finish that statement because it was flat-out insane to be thinking of a future with a woman he just met. Even though it felt as if he’d known Andi all her life.
    The way she moved on him was making it impossible to think at all, of anything except the hot, tight sheath that fit him like no other. Of the pressure building in his balls and the need to roll her over and fuck her until they both achieved nirvana.
    He’d promised, though, so he endured her pace, savoring the sight of her flushed face, her tousled auburn curls as she made love to him. The sheen of sweat on her breasts and belly aroused him beyond measure, and when they came together and she stretched out on top of him, their bodies still joined, a peaceful, satisfied feeling practically overwhelmed him.
    Much later, after packing up her things and grabbing the bag he’d put together for his assignment, Gray and Andi mapped out the rest of their time together.
     
     
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    After checking out a craft exhibition in downtown Tampa, Gray surprised Andi by suggesting that they drop in on her parents.
    What she’d expected would be a quick visit ended up including a picnic lunch in her folks’ backyard, with her brother and his family joining them. He seemed interested in everything, even anecdotes from her childhood that should have embarrassed Gray as well as Andi herself.
    “I like your folks,” Gray told her after they left and headed back toward a shopping center in Ybor City, where he said he wanted to get a few toys for them to play with. When he led her into a store market “For Adults Only”, she realized just what kinds of toys he meant and felt her cheeks grow hot.
    She imagined they were getting beet-red, even redder than her hair, and it got no less embarrassing when she watched him pick out something called a mushroom that the store clerk snickered as he placed into Gray’s basket. “What’s that for?” she whispered once they’d moved away from the pimple-faced clerk who had her thoroughly unnerved.
    “You just wait and I’ll show you.” Gray grinned as Andi looked in the basket at the clear plastic device that looked sort of like the vibrator she had at home—but not quite.
    Judging from the items on display in the