Full Disclosure (Homefront: The Sheridans Book 2) (18 page)

I smile. “They’re great, aren’t they? Hannah’s
felt so much more at home now that she’s got a dog sleeping in her bed. Her
teacher says she’s doing better in school. She seems more confident. It was
hard on her, basically being cast aside by her mom like that. But I think
Lollipop was the perfect match for her because that dog went through pretty
much the same thing. Now, I can’t imagine what it would be like without Lollipop
in the house.”

Her eyes meet mine, full of whimsy again.
“Yeah, I go to the pound with Allie and I can’t help feeling like there’s a
person out there who is perfect for every one of them. They just need time to
find each other. The shelter JLS is building for Allie will give them time. It
feels so good to be a part of it as a foster mom. And I guess it would be
pretty incredible to make it my life’s work. But it just seems—”

“—impractical to leave a perfectly
good job to chase something that might bring you more fulfillment?”

“Yeah.”

“You wouldn’t be taking a risk. JLS will
always take you back.”

Her eyes pull themselves away from mine.
“That’s very generous of you. To say that, I mean,” she says, almost as though
I’m just saying it and not really meaning it.

“It’s the truth, Kim.”

“You can’t exactly hold a job open for
me. It’s unethical.”

“Kim, you work in our HR department. You
know how many jobs we have open all the time. It might not be the same job
you’re in now, but there will always be someplace we can use a sharp mind like
yours.”

She looks up at me, bewildered, seeming
completely uncomfortable with the idea that someone actually sees her as a
value to a company like JLS.

My thoughts are interrupted when she
drops her fork suddenly, and smacks a mosquito against her leg.

“Damn. Hadn’t thought about the
mosquitoes. Must be this warm October we’ve been having. We’ll end up with West
Nile Virus if this keeps up,” I say as I see another one land on her bare legs.

She narrows her eyes on me. “Don’t joke
about that. You know I freak out about disease talk. I’ll be punching West Nile
virus into Google tonight and probably feeling symptomatic because of you,” she
jokes. Or at least I hope she’s joking.

“Sorry,” I say with a laugh. “How about
we finish inside?”

“That might be a good idea.”

I grab our plates and she blows out the
candles before stepping into the RV.

“I’ve never been in one of these before.”
Her eyes travel around as I set down our dishes on the table.

“I’ll give you the grand tour, if you like.
It will take all of fifteen seconds.” I touch the small of her back. “We’ve got
two bunk beds here,” I point out. “I imagine Hannah will be sleeping on the top
bunk and Lolli on the bottom one now that we have a dog. Bathroom’s behind this
door. And here’s the master suite,” I open the door to a room just large enough
to hold a king size bed.

“So cool. I love all the built-in
cabinets and drawers,”

“Yeah, storage is a little rough in an RV,
but they really seemed to pack a lot into this little one.”

“It’s hardly little.”

“Oh, it is compared to some we looked at.
Hannah had a blast that day, going in and out of all of them. But the big
ones—I can’t even imagine trying to park one of them. This one seemed a
little more practical.” I move to exit the tiny master bedroom, but she’s
blocking me and doesn’t seem inspired to move.

I clear my throat as her body presses
against mine, and I’m certain that she can tell just how much I want her right
now.

“Are you finished with your shrimp?” I
ask, my voice weak from the pressure of my groin against her.

“With my shrimp, yes,” she says, pressing
her lips against mine.

Feeling the smile curve up her lips
against my mouth, I savor her warmth, remembering the heat of feeling her
beneath me, joined with me.

My hands clasp her upper arms, pulling
her closer. I love the way she fits with me when we’re like this, going nearly
limp in my embrace, encouraging me to hold her more firmly. She’s snug against
me as she leans forward, pushing me onto the bed, and then smiling as we find
ourselves horizontal, limbs entangled.

Gazing into my eyes , her eyes dance. “I
have a little confession to make.”

“What’s that?”

“I told my supervisor that I had some
errands to run after lunch. She gave me an extra hour.” As she reclines on top
of me, she traces her hands against my chest. “You won’t tell, will you, Mr.
Sheridan?”

Damn
. Her hand strokes my shaft beneath the material of my pants
and I nearly growl in response.

“Your secret’s safe with me.” I stretch
out beneath her, letting her move her lithe body over me, pressing up against
my aching cock. I hadn’t expected to end our lunch like this… seriously, I
hadn’t. Though I’ll admit to myself I had my hopes.

Enthralled by her boldness as she unzips
my pants, her hand digs past the elastic on my boxers and her fingers wrap
themselves around my cock. I growl in response, the feel of her grip on me
making me rock-hard. My blood simmers in my veins as her eyes take me in while
she strokes me from my base up to my tip.

“God, I’ve missed this, Kim,” I say, my
voice harsh as I savor her hold on me.

“Really?” Her eyes tease me. “I hope
you’re going to show me how much.”

Her other hand slips beneath my shirt,
pressing against my abs, sliding along the ripples as an appreciative smile
eases up to her cheeks. I unbutton my shirt to give her more access and am
rewarded by the feel of her lips just above my navel. Her mouth is so wet and
warm, I can’t resist hoping for… more of this, I’m thinking. More, my brain demands,
silently willing her to taste me.

Moaning against my muscles, I feel her
body vibrate as her mouth moves lower. Damn, I’m desperate for her now, my dick
so hard it’s painful. It’s been only days, yet too long since I’ve felt the ecstasy
of her body against me, exploring me. My fingers scrape against her scalp as I
tunnel them through her soft locks, and I feel her tongue slip past her lips
and moisten my skin. Drawing a wet path with her tongue downward, my body
seizes up beneath her, every muscle inside of me drawn tight.

All the money and power in the world I’d
give up readily to have her lips take me in right now. Then I feel her soft
lips encompass me, and I’m ready to scream with gratitude. I moan in response,
nearly shattering at that very moment from the feel of her mouth on my cock. Her
tongue moves in playful circles just beneath the tip of my crown as she sucks.

Eyelids slamming shut, I summon what
little control I have left to not end this right now. I’m alone with her so
rarely, able to share the sensation of our skin pressed against each other, that
I want to prolong this feeling of gratification.

She’s tentative with me, almost as though
this is the first time she’s tasted a man. Yet as gentle as she is with me in
her mouth, her exploration of me is wildly erotic, like a sweet, sensual
torture. My neck arches and my head presses hard into the firm mattress beneath
me.

I move my hands from her head to her
shoulders, digging into her skin possessively, and pulling her off me.

“Baby, if you keep that up, I won’t make
the best use of your extended lunch hour,” I tell her, bringing her face up to
mine and rolling her onto her back. I feast on her mouth, growing even harder
when I taste myself on her.

Silently cursing the tiny buttons of her
shirt as I start stripping her bare, my eyes are met with a white lace bra, and
the rosiness of her taut nipples showing through. Impatient suddenly, and
feeling mildly barbaric, I push the bra upward, releasing her breasts into my awaiting
mouth.

Indulging on the honeyed sweetness of her
skin against my tongue, I push her skirt up to her waist and my hands tug at
her panties till I can feel her dark curls brushing against my chest.

Urgently, I pull a condom from my pocket
before I free myself from my already unfastened pants. I slip on the condom and
move my hand between her open legs, massaging her, readying her, even though
she is already so moist. I need to taste her first, I realize—almost like
an epiphany—the feel of the moisture on my fingertips making my mouth
water. I’m hungry for her, starved to the point of insanity.

I push her legs bent and she opens to me.
I hear the whisper of her sharp intake of breath just as my tongue dips into
her, in and out of her until she begs shamelessly.

My fingers slip inside her as my tongue
moves back and forth from her clit to her wet slit, and back again. Moaning
against her, the vibration of my mouth makes her whimper. Just before she is
ready to shatter, I pull my mouth from her. Selfishly, I want to feel her first
climax of the day squeeze around me as our bodies become one. Wasting no time,
I slide deep into her and feel the glory of her release. Her back arches
forward, her body rocking and shuddering, the spasms consuming her.

“Ohh…” she murmurs, her expression dreamy
and lips full from my plundering. She has no idea what a sight she is to me
now, how completely gorgeous she looks, sleepy-eyed and satiated, hair unruly
against the mattress. I let my mind take a picture of her this way, filing away
the image so that I can always remember this moment when I feel perfectly
bonded, completely consumed, by her very presence.

With my shaft still rock-hard inside of
her, I move slowly to allow her body time to recover. Her breasts rise and fall
as her breathing normalizes, seeming to be soothed by the rocking motion.

The fires of her passion are building
again. I can see them, bright and hot in her eyes as she digs her fingers into
my back, pulling me deeper into her core. The intensity of her gaze on me
suddenly softens.

“Can I try being on top?” Her tone is so
innocent when she says it, I almost chuckle in response. She says it the same
way she might say, “Can I try a sip of your beer?”

“Baby, you can try anything you want with
me. I’m yours.” As the words slip out of my mouth, I hope I’m masking my own
surprise at the truth of them. I am hers. Completely.

Grinning as I ease her from beneath me, I
roll onto my back and exult in the sight of her riding me, almost cautiously,
the expression on her face seeming to relish the feeling of control over me as
she uses me for her pleasure.

She moves slowly at first, stopping
completely when I’m at her very depths. I can feel her throb inside, the first
traces of a climax starting to build as I touch her innermost core. I watch
her, mesmerized, and she slowly lifts her body upward, stopping just short of
my tip, and then lowering, slowly consuming me again. Reaching up, I rake my
knuckles against her belly, upward to the curve of her breasts, and grip them,
kneading softly. I arch my back and neck so that my mouth can reach her,
sucking in the pink pearl at the tip of her nipple and feeling her purr in
response. My hand reaches downward to make tiny circles around the center of
her desire, and the purr turns to a moan.

I’m throbbing, desperate, as I grasp her
hips, guiding her movements faster in a silent plea. She answers me by
quickening her pace, riding me up and down, till she seems breathless. I can
feel the swell of an orgasm wrap itself around her as the muscles in her
channel grip me harder.

I’m not going to last much longer, so I ease
her onto her back again, my body taking over, demanding I finish this. Our lips
glide against each other again, stealing each other’s fast, hot breaths. Tongues
tangle desperately as I massage her, both inside and out, fast and hard, till
every nerve ending in my body is firing sharply from the sensation of being
joined with her.

Higher and higher, my needs push me to
the limits of what I can take, one side of me desperately wanting to extend
this, and the other, begging for release. I feel my muscles coil tightly and my
skin smolder with heat as her velvet entry tightens. I can see the rush of heat
building in her eyes as her breathing quickens. Until finally, unable to wait
another moment, I give in to the climax just as she cries out my name, her body
quivering beneath me.

My lungs gasp for air as I move to my
side. It takes the last ounce of energy I have to offer her a supremely
grateful smile.

She offers me the same, easing herself
over a couple inches till her head is resting on my chest, and her hand traces
the contours of my abs.

“My assumptions have been proven wrong,”
she says. “I always thought people bought RVs for camping.”

Stroking her hair lightly, I laugh in
response. “I assure you when I bought this, those were my sole intentions for
its use.” I kiss her on the forehead, wondering how this woman can attract me
on so many different levels. She is a mother devoted to giving her son the life
he deserves. She is a friend, whose wit and warmth seem to endear people to
her. She is a fundraising talent, her sharp mind and tongue able to force store
managers to bend to her will. She is a siren, luring me out of my
nose-to-the-grindstone workday and offering me pleasures that I doubt I’ll ever
be able to live without again.