His erection, strong and sure, poked at her through the thin material of their clothing.
She wedged her hands against his chest. “You’re squishing me. Let’s trade places.”
In a single movement, he wrapped his hands around her waist, turned and lifted her, taking her place on the couch.
She straddled his hips and pressed a kiss against his mouth. “Much better.”
Tugging the undershirt over her head, he said, “Much, much better.”
He cupped one pert breast with his palm and teased her nipple with the tip of his tongue.
She gasped and threw back her head. “That’s wicked good.”
“I don’t want the other one to suffer.” He dipped his head and swirled his tongue around the other nipple while pinching the one he’d already tantalized to a rosy peak.
She rocked in his lap, chafing against his erection, driving him crazy with desire and need.
He’d always needed April. It had gone beyond love. She’d percolated in his blood for years like some kind of addiction. He could almost pity the poor bastards dependent on drugs because April was his drug.
“Why are you still wearing this?” She clawed at his T-shirt, dragging it up his chest.
He yanked it over his head, and she immediately pressed her bare skin against his. “I love this feeling.”
Her soft breasts brushed against the flat planes of muscle across his chest, and he soaked in the sensation. He traced one knuckle over the beads of her spine and slipped his hands into her shorts, splaying his hands against the curve of her buttocks.
He growled in her ear. “I love this feeling.”
She wriggled against his erection, driving him crazy, and then dipped her head to his chest and grazed one of his nipples with her teeth.
Leaning against the cushions, he tipped his head back and concentrated on a little water stain in the corner. “You’re going to take your time, aren’t you? You’re going to do all kinds of little things to my body to tease me.”
“I have an ulterior motive.” She shoved her hand down his shorts and grabbed the length of him. “I’m going to make you so hard you’re gonna go all night. You’re going to please me like only you know how.”
He dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her derriere and flipped her on her back, stretching out beside her.
As she started to roll off the edge, he grabbed her. “I don’t think this couch is big enough for what I want to do to you—all night long.”
She pressed a finger against his lips. “Let’s continue this romp in my boudoir.”
“Romp.” He scooped her up again and staggered to his feet. “I like the sound of that.”
He ignored the alarm bells in his head, determined to get his fill of this woman once and for all—as if he could ever get enough of April Hart.
Clay took two steps away from the couch with April clinging to his body, and then nearly dropped her when he heard the handle of the front door rattle.
Her arms tightened around his neck, and he brushed her ear with his lips. “Shh.”
The door handle twisted again, and April slid from his body, stumbling backward.
The lock clicked, and Clay lunged for his weapon on the kitchen counter. He shoved April behind him and said, “Get back. He’s coming.”
Chapter Twelve
April crouched to the floor and peered between his legs at the front door, now easing open.
Clay shouted, “Stop! I have a gun.”
“Clay?” The door opened wider, and Adam stepped over the threshold, brushing his dishwater-blond hair from his eyes. “Don’t shoot, man.”
April blew out a breath and pulled her discarded camisole over her head before jumping to her feet and rushing her brother. She threw her arms around his neck, momentarily forgetting that he’d set her up to marry a drug dealer.
“Oh my God. I’m so glad to see you safe.”
Adam patted her back. “I’m all right, but we need to get out of here.”
“Why?” Clay shoved his weapon in the back of his waistband, his jaw a hard line.
April stepped back from Adam. Now Clay would really hate her brother. Adam had just interrupted their reunion sex.
Adam glanced at Clay and then shifted his blue eyes back to April. “What does he know?”
“He knows everything, of course, and I think we even know more than you do.” April tugged on the hem of her camisole. Adam wouldn’t even notice their state of undress, Clay in gym shorts with his shirt off and she in skimpy pj’s. Adam didn’t notice much if it didn’t concern him.
“What are you talking about? What could you possibly know that I don’t? Jimmy abducted me. He thinks I have something that belongs to him.”
April opened her mouth, but Clay crossed the room and stepped between her and Adam. “If Jimmy snatched you, why are you here? How’d you get away from Jimmy?”
“He was distracted. The cops are looking for Gilbert and it led them to Jimmy.” Adam hunched his thin shoulders. “Let’s just say, Jimmy had other problems besides me.”
“You can say that again.” Clay crossed his arms over his bare chest. “Jimmy’s dead.”
Adam’s eyes bugged out of his head. “That’s impossible. The guy had me captive as late as this afternoon.”
April said, “We saw him, Adam. Saw his dead body.”
Adam smacked his hand against his forehead and jerked his head toward Clay. “Y-you didn’t kill him, did you?”
“I did not kill him, and you’re lucky I’m not gonna kill you, either.” Clay leveled a finger at Adam. “You set up April with this lowlife, manipulated her into marrying him for your own selfish reasons, not giving a damn about her or her feelings.”
April pressed a hand against her fluttering heart. Clay had always stood up for her, always would.
Adam backed up against the wall. “Jimmy wouldn’t have hurt April. He just wanted an in with our father, one that I couldn’t give him.”
“Cut it, Adam.” Clay sliced his hand through the air. “Your father is not El Gringo Viejo.
