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parking lot. This was too good to be true, but he didn’t care. After tonight, he was determined that Brenda would never have another thought about Riley Thayer.
He struggled to keep it under the speed limit all the way across town to her apartment, but each time he noticed her squirming in the passenger seat, his desire for her ratcheted up another notch. “Sit still,” he commanded. “I can’t stop looking at your legs.”
She giggled. “Sorry. I’m…anxious.”
“God, stop that. You’re killing me. Why couldn’t you live closer to the river? We should be there by now.”
“Anticipation is everything,” she purred.
He refused to look at her anymore. If he did, he’d pull over and yank her into the back seat, and his car wasn’t big enough for any finesse in lovemaking. Besides, she deserved better than a sweaty romp in the back of a car.
That thought stopped him. A hotel. He should take her to a hotel. That would be closer than her apartment.
And impersonal and sort of slutty, which might offend her. She’d asked him to take her home and take her to bed, and he was damn sure going to do whatever she asked, for as long as she wanted.
The car screeched to a halt in front of her building , and Chase leapt out. He wanted to impress her by sliding across the hood rather than walking around the front bumper, but an image of him landing on his ass on the sidewalk nixed that idea. He’d save his smartass moves for later. Right now, be a gentleman. He opened the car door for her and offered his hand.
Her fingers were cold, and her palm was dry. What did that mean? Oh, he’d cranked up the air in the car to keep himself from succumbing to the heat she was giving off.
She pulled out her keys , and he followed her up the steps and into her apartment where she demurely closed the door behind him and then fell into his arms. She was warm and soft and curvy in all the right places, a woman of substance and sensual dimensions. Blinded by the passion he’d been trying to deny for months, he let his hands explore her.
When he slipped his fingers under the damp hem of her T-shirt, she moaned. When he tugged open the zipper fly of her shorts, she gasped. The bit of flesh he revealed tantalized him, and he dropped to his knees in front of her and tasted the skin above her navel.
So she had the slight flavor of river water. They could always get some antibiotics later. Right now, he didn’t care if she was sweaty, muddy , or wet; he wanted her in every way.
In a fluid movement, she pulled her shirt up over her head , revealing the cups of a pale pink bra. Still on his knees, he pulled her shorts down over her thighs, licking his lips as each inch of flesh was revealed. She kicked off her shoes and tangled her fingers in his hair, groaning when he took the waistband of her pink panties in his teeth and tugged them down.
“Oh, God, you’re beautiful,” he whispered as he rose, trailing kisses up her naked body to the only garment she still wore.
As he reached around behind her to unfasten her bra, a serious thought stabbed through the haze of lust that had taken him over. “Condoms!”
She lowered her mile-long lashes over those shimmering green eyes and purred, “Got that covered.”
He swallowed hard, his mouth dry as the Sahara as she flicked the clasp of her bra and let it drop to the floor. He’d never tried to imagine heaven before, but if he had, any vision he could have come up with would have paled in comparison to the woman who stood before him in the dimming light coming through the curtains of her living room.
Her pale skin was luminescent, her large dark nipples like berries waiting to be sucked into his mouth. She turned slowly, letting him feast on every rich curve and motioned for him to follow her into the bedroom.
“Do you want me to help you get your clothes off?” she asked.
His mind blanked. He heard the words but didn’t understand them. Was he still dressed? God, yes, in damp,
He struggled to keep it under the speed limit all the way across town to her apartment, but each time he noticed her squirming in the passenger seat, his desire for her ratcheted up another notch. “Sit still,” he commanded. “I can’t stop looking at your legs.”
She giggled. “Sorry. I’m…anxious.”
“God, stop that. You’re killing me. Why couldn’t you live closer to the river? We should be there by now.”
“Anticipation is everything,” she purred.
He refused to look at her anymore. If he did, he’d pull over and yank her into the back seat, and his car wasn’t big enough for any finesse in lovemaking. Besides, she deserved better than a sweaty romp in the back of a car.
That thought stopped him. A hotel. He should take her to a hotel. That would be closer than her apartment.
And impersonal and sort of slutty, which might offend her. She’d asked him to take her home and take her to bed, and he was damn sure going to do whatever she asked, for as long as she wanted.
The car screeched to a halt in front of her building , and Chase leapt out. He wanted to impress her by sliding across the hood rather than walking around the front bumper, but an image of him landing on his ass on the sidewalk nixed that idea. He’d save his smartass moves for later. Right now, be a gentleman. He opened the car door for her and offered his hand.
Her fingers were cold, and her palm was dry. What did that mean? Oh, he’d cranked up the air in the car to keep himself from succumbing to the heat she was giving off.
She pulled out her keys , and he followed her up the steps and into her apartment where she demurely closed the door behind him and then fell into his arms. She was warm and soft and curvy in all the right places, a woman of substance and sensual dimensions. Blinded by the passion he’d been trying to deny for months, he let his hands explore her.
When he slipped his fingers under the damp hem of her T-shirt, she moaned. When he tugged open the zipper fly of her shorts, she gasped. The bit of flesh he revealed tantalized him, and he dropped to his knees in front of her and tasted the skin above her navel.
So she had the slight flavor of river water. They could always get some antibiotics later. Right now, he didn’t care if she was sweaty, muddy , or wet; he wanted her in every way.
In a fluid movement, she pulled her shirt up over her head , revealing the cups of a pale pink bra. Still on his knees, he pulled her shorts down over her thighs, licking his lips as each inch of flesh was revealed. She kicked off her shoes and tangled her fingers in his hair, groaning when he took the waistband of her pink panties in his teeth and tugged them down.
“Oh, God, you’re beautiful,” he whispered as he rose, trailing kisses up her naked body to the only garment she still wore.
As he reached around behind her to unfasten her bra, a serious thought stabbed through the haze of lust that had taken him over. “Condoms!”
She lowered her mile-long lashes over those shimmering green eyes and purred, “Got that covered.”
He swallowed hard, his mouth dry as the Sahara as she flicked the clasp of her bra and let it drop to the floor. He’d never tried to imagine heaven before, but if he had, any vision he could have come up with would have paled in comparison to the woman who stood before him in the dimming light coming through the curtains of her living room.
Her pale skin was luminescent, her large dark nipples like berries waiting to be sucked into his mouth. She turned slowly, letting him feast on every rich curve and motioned for him to follow her into the bedroom.
“Do you want me to help you get your clothes off?” she asked.
His mind blanked. He heard the words but didn’t understand them. Was he still dressed? God, yes, in damp,
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