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“Or alcohol,” I mutter. “I guess it’s a good thing they didn’t hurt anyone else.”
“That’s the silver lining,” he says with a sigh and glances my way. “Are you okay?”
“I’m totally fine.” I’m turned on, that’s what I am. I want to get my hands on him. I want to make him crazy, to feel the same things I feel. “How long until we’re home?”
“Maybe fifteen minutes. Do you need a bathroom or something? Shit, I’m sorry, babe. It didn’t occur to me?—”
“I’m fine,” I repeat and reach over to rest my hand on his hard thigh. “I just…I want to get you home. For stuff.”
“For stuff.” His eyes narrow on the road.
“Mm-hmm.”
He goes just a little faster, and that makes me grin in the darkness. I love that Chase has a hard time keeping his hands off me. That he’s not only affectionate, but our sex life is fun and not always missionary, in the dark, under the covers.
I have my knees pressed together on the seat by the time he pulls into his driveway, and I don’t wait for him to walk around to open my door before I hop out, meet him at the front of the truck, and take his hand before almost pulling him into the house.
“I hate to say it out loud, but maybe we should come up on accidents more often. But just fender benders.”
I spare him a grin, and as soon as the door is closed behind us, and we’re safely inside, I squat down before him and go to work, opening his jeans. He’s already rock-hard behind the zipper, and when I’ve pulled the tab down and tugged the button free, I nudge the denim and his boxers down his hips, and he springs free. He’s heavy, warm, and smooth, and I wrap both hands around him, pulling up and down twice before I lick the crown.
“I don’t know what the fuck got into you,” he says as he pushes his fingers into my hair and fists them there, “but, Jesus, remind me to do it every goddamn day.”
I chuckle and begin to lick and suck in earnest. I sink onto him and grip his tight, tender skin with my lips and pull up slowly, then my fingers journey over his balls to that sensitive spot underneath, where I rub firmly.
“Oh, God. I’m going to come, sweetheart.”
I don’t stop. There’s no way in hell I’m going to stop. I hum around him, moving a little faster, a little firmer, and feel him tense as he growls low in his throat and coats the back of my throat.
I swallow and then kiss his hip, in that sexy dip of muscle that I didn’t think was possible in real life and must have been photoshopped, but it’s true. It exists.
On this man.
On my man.
“Talk to me,” he says when he’s caught his breath. “What brought that on?”
I push up his T-shirt to continue kissing his abs. “Outdoorsy Chase is sexy.” Kiss his navel and he groans. “Family man Chase is hot.” I climb to my feet and kiss his neck. “Cowboy Chase? Yeah, irresistible.” I tug on his earlobe with my teeth. “But when you transformed into Cop Chase right before my very eyes and got all stern and bossy? Jesus, I was about to beg for you to fuck me.”
“You like the bossy stuff?”
“I had no idea that was a thing for me, but I guess I do. You’ve taught me all kinds of sexy things about myself.”
He hurries to pull his jeans up his hips, tosses me easily over his shoulder, and makes a beeline up the stairs for the bedroom, where he sets me on my feet and points to me.
“Get naked, but do not lie down.”
I blink at him, and he cocks an eyebrow, as if he’s asking, Did I stutter?
“No problem.” I whip my T-shirt off, and then I frown over at him. “Wait. We hiked all day and got a little sweaty, so maybe we should shower.”
“I don’t recall asking you to make any decisions.”
And with that, he strides out of the bedroom, his shoulders so broad, his ass so fucking sexy in those jeans, and I bite my lip, completely turned the hell on. He’s not being mean or abrasive, just bossy.
Like he was in the truck earlier, giving me orders because it was important. And I have a hunch that this is important, too.
So, I quickly shed my clothes, tossing them into the hamper, and I’ve just turned around when Chase returns. He takes my hand, kisses it, and leads me into the bathroom off of his bedroom.
