Page 63 of Under the Lights
“That wasn’t a shortcut,” Chase said from behind her as Kelly unlocked her door and walked in. “That was a cow path through the woods.”
“You have a truck.” She didn’t see the problem. A sports car wouldn’t have made it, but he had four-wheel drive.
“Yeah, but it’s anicetruck. And it’ll stay nice because I don’t drive it down glorified cow paths.”
“If your truck had been born with balls, it would be a gelding now. You know that, right?”
“But a nice gelding.”
She tossed her keys on the table, shaking her head. “I can’t believe you’re carrying on about going through a few mud puddles and splashing dirt on the outside when the inside of your truck looks like a garbage disposal that stopped disposing about two years ago.”
“Nobody sees the inside,” he said, as if it were all perfectly reasonable. Then he stepped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. She nestled against him, feeling the hard line of his erection through their jeans. “But I don’t want to talk about my truck anymore. Or geldings, to be honest with you.”
“What should we talk about?” she asked, although she already knew the answer. Conversation time was about to be over.
He pulled her shirt up and over her head and then slid his hands up to cup her breasts. “We can talk about how much I love touching you.”
When he pushed down her bra and ran his thumbs over her nipples, she shuddered and sucked in a breath. In the past, men hadn’t given her breasts a lot of attention because they were on the smaller side, but Chase didn’t seem to mind at all, and she liked that.
She liked it even more when she turned to face him and he bent his mouth first to one breast, then the other. Sliding her fingers into his hair, she held him there, wanting more.
She unclasped her bra so she could slide it off and then unfastened her jeans. Before she could push them down, he captured both of her wrists with one hand. The other, he slid over her stomach and under the waistband of her underwear. Then he stopped, just letting his hand rest there, so close and yet still so far away.
Kelly made a sound of desperation low in her throat, but Chase refused to be budged.
“Are you in a hurry?” he asked, his breath hot against her neck.
“I’m not very patient when it comes to getting what I want, and right now I want you.”
He pushed her back onto the bed so he could pull her jeans and underwear off and toss them aside. Then he made quick work of adding his to the pile.
Kelly heard him set a wrapped condom near the pillow, but apparently he wasn’t finished tormenting her yet. He teased her until her fingernails dug into his back hard enough to make him wince, his mouth alternating between her lips and her breasts while his hand slid between her legs.
He made her come for him with his hand and his mouth before she heard him tear open the condom wrapper. With her breath still ragged and her heart racing, she opened her legs and pulled him close.
He slid into her slowly, the friction so delicious that Kelly actually sighed. She lifted her hips as he moved in an easy rhythm, urging him deeper.
His thrusts picked up in pace, and he hooked his hands under her knees to pull her close. Each stroke came faster and went deeper, and she arched her back as the orgasm shook her. He groaned and she felt him pulsing inside her, before he dropped her knees and pushed deep as the last tremors shook them both.
Once they could breathe again and their hearts stopped racing, Chase tossed the condom in her trash can and pulled her into his arms.
“That was worth getting my truck dirty,” he admitted, and she laughed. “I’m a little disappointed you haven’t handcuffed me to anything yet, though.”
“I really don’t get the whole sex and handcuff thing. Sorry.”
“You don’t think they’re sexy?”
“They’re a tool of my job and, if I have to use them, I’m probably not having a very good day. So, no, I don’t think handcuffs are very sexy. You’re a builder. Would you think it was sexy if I wanted to bring a tape measure to bed?”
“The last thinganyman wants near him when he’s naked is a tape measure,” he said, wincing. When she was silent for a few seconds, he scowled at her. “This is the part where you assure me I have nothing to worry about.”
“Oh.” She widened her eyes and gave him a totally fake smile. “You have nothing to worry about.”
He reached down and pinched her ass, making her jump. “Smart-ass.”
She let her body relax into his and closed her eyes. It had been a nice day, she thought. Lunch with Chase in a restaurant and then a little afternoon dessert, so to speak, to top it off. And maybe there was still enough time for an actual nap before she had to get up.
“Okay, maybe youaresupposed to be abstinent before a big game,” Chase said after a few minutes. “All I want to do now is sleep.”
