sexual lust was instant and bad. Real bad. “Why are you doing this?”
His gaze dropped over her like a caress. “Doing what?”
Shelley hid behind the kitchen island and crossed her arms. “Doing that. That look. Your comments. I said no sex.”
“You said no sex in the office. We’re not in the office anymore. Besides, I’m not even touching you.”
Growling with frustration would just show how much he was getting to her. “Chase. Stop it.”
He shrugged. “If you’re positive you don’t want to have sex, I’ll stop.”
“Really?” And why did she feel more disappointed in that comment than she should?
“Really. But if you wanted to fool around a little, I’m game for that.”
Sheesh . “You are persistent.”
He rose smoothly, and again all the images in her brain were of exotic hunters taking sight of their prey and never letting up the hunt. “I’m not some kind of asshole who will hound you until I get what I want.”
Laughing seemed inappropriate, but she did it anyway. “You’re not hounding me? Definitions are different where you come from.”
“I’m reacting to what your body is telling me. That’s why I’m now suggesting alternatives.” Chase slid his fingers along her cheek, his thumb stroking her lower lip. “You like me. You’re attracted to me.”
She couldn’t speak. Not without drooling, his touch was so addictive. Shelley nodded.
“But for some reason you don’t want to let out the side of us that enjoys sex.” He shrugged. “I’m not going to push you to find out why, but damn if I won’t suggest we can do other things without sex. If it’s only the big bad deed making you hesitate.”
“You sure you’re not a politician?”
“Hell, no. They eat politicians where I’m from.”
Shelley discovered her hands stroking him. Bad hands, to take control like that. “You’re very reasonable. Far more reasonable than most men. Or shifters.”
“I’m not typical.”
He said it so dryly Shelley lost control and snorted in amusement. “No. No, you certainly aren’t.”
Chase brought them closer. His fingers in her hair, smoothing the strands away from her face. “So does that option interest you at all?”
“The no-sex sex?”
“Fooling around. As far as you want to go. I’ll follow your lead, but I want to touch you. Make you feel good.”
A shiver of temptation struck. And when he brought their mouths together again, part of the decision was made.
Damn, the man could kiss. He was so sneaky she didn’t even register when he picked her up and carried her across the room. He must have, though, because suddenly she was sitting on his lap on her couch, straddling him in fact. That wicked tongue of his brushed along the rim of her ear before he dipped inside, and she shivered.
Goose bumps, check. Body aching for a touch, check. He kissed the hollow of her throat, and she was lost.
No-sex sex was awesome. This? This she could totally do.
She grabbed her T-shirt and stripped it off, pleased to see his eyes widen.
“Sweet mercy, woman.”
Being small enough to go braless had its moments. “You too. I promise not to scratch your injury.”
“I like nails. Don’t worry about it.” He tore off his shirt, and a second later she was crushed against that oh-so-warm and furry chest. Fingers irresistibly drawn to stroke and weave through the thick tangle.
Then their lips were back together, giving her time to explore his mouth with her tongue. To trace his teeth, to nibble on his lips.
She clutched his forearms to make sure she stayed away from the cuts on his back. He grabbed her hips and tugged her in tighter, her open legs making her ride along the thick seam of his jeans. The thick ridge of him under that seam.
He lifted her as if she weighed nothing and licked his way to her nipple.
Shelley arched against his mouth. “Yes. Perfect.”
If she’d expected the same slow tease she’d gotten in his kiss, she’d have been more surprised. But
His gaze dropped over her like a caress. “Doing what?”
Shelley hid behind the kitchen island and crossed her arms. “Doing that. That look. Your comments. I said no sex.”
“You said no sex in the office. We’re not in the office anymore. Besides, I’m not even touching you.”
Growling with frustration would just show how much he was getting to her. “Chase. Stop it.”
He shrugged. “If you’re positive you don’t want to have sex, I’ll stop.”
“Really?” And why did she feel more disappointed in that comment than she should?
“Really. But if you wanted to fool around a little, I’m game for that.”
Sheesh . “You are persistent.”
He rose smoothly, and again all the images in her brain were of exotic hunters taking sight of their prey and never letting up the hunt. “I’m not some kind of asshole who will hound you until I get what I want.”
Laughing seemed inappropriate, but she did it anyway. “You’re not hounding me? Definitions are different where you come from.”
“I’m reacting to what your body is telling me. That’s why I’m now suggesting alternatives.” Chase slid his fingers along her cheek, his thumb stroking her lower lip. “You like me. You’re attracted to me.”
She couldn’t speak. Not without drooling, his touch was so addictive. Shelley nodded.
“But for some reason you don’t want to let out the side of us that enjoys sex.” He shrugged. “I’m not going to push you to find out why, but damn if I won’t suggest we can do other things without sex. If it’s only the big bad deed making you hesitate.”
“You sure you’re not a politician?”
“Hell, no. They eat politicians where I’m from.”
Shelley discovered her hands stroking him. Bad hands, to take control like that. “You’re very reasonable. Far more reasonable than most men. Or shifters.”
“I’m not typical.”
He said it so dryly Shelley lost control and snorted in amusement. “No. No, you certainly aren’t.”
Chase brought them closer. His fingers in her hair, smoothing the strands away from her face. “So does that option interest you at all?”
“The no-sex sex?”
“Fooling around. As far as you want to go. I’ll follow your lead, but I want to touch you. Make you feel good.”
A shiver of temptation struck. And when he brought their mouths together again, part of the decision was made.
Damn, the man could kiss. He was so sneaky she didn’t even register when he picked her up and carried her across the room. He must have, though, because suddenly she was sitting on his lap on her couch, straddling him in fact. That wicked tongue of his brushed along the rim of her ear before he dipped inside, and she shivered.
Goose bumps, check. Body aching for a touch, check. He kissed the hollow of her throat, and she was lost.
No-sex sex was awesome. This? This she could totally do.
She grabbed her T-shirt and stripped it off, pleased to see his eyes widen.
“Sweet mercy, woman.”
Being small enough to go braless had its moments. “You too. I promise not to scratch your injury.”
“I like nails. Don’t worry about it.” He tore off his shirt, and a second later she was crushed against that oh-so-warm and furry chest. Fingers irresistibly drawn to stroke and weave through the thick tangle.
Then their lips were back together, giving her time to explore his mouth with her tongue. To trace his teeth, to nibble on his lips.
She clutched his forearms to make sure she stayed away from the cuts on his back. He grabbed her hips and tugged her in tighter, her open legs making her ride along the thick seam of his jeans. The thick ridge of him under that seam.
He lifted her as if she weighed nothing and licked his way to her nipple.
Shelley arched against his mouth. “Yes. Perfect.”
If she’d expected the same slow tease she’d gotten in his kiss, she’d have been more surprised. But
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