Chasin' Eight (Rough Riders #11)(62)

Mistake. She’d eaten down to the middle of the Twinkie and she’d dip her tongue inside before licking the outside rim. Her eyes danced with pure mischief. “Something wrong with your Twinkie, Chase?”

Time for a little payback. “Not at all. Just waiting for it to cool down. See, my favorite part is the warm, juicy center. I like to taste it slow, licking from bottom to top a few times before I bury my tongue deep.”

She froze.
Chase held up his Twinkie and traced it from top to bottom with the tip of his index finger, creating a small crack in the batter. Then he spread the two sections apart, bent his head and licked straight up the slit and back down. Three times. Stopping at the center to suck with gusto. He lifted his mouth and growled, “God I love this. Love having my face covered with stickiness. Love to feel that sweetness sliding down my throat.”

Ava drew in a sharp breath.
“So warm. So soft. So tasty.” He locked his gaze to hers as he lapped up every bit of the filling.
Oh yeah. With the way her body shifted from side to side, look who was all hot and bothered now. “You all right? You stopped eating.”

“Umm. I’m full.” She walked to the garbage and tossed away the last half of her Twinkie.
Chase ate the rest of his quickly because he really did love the damn things.
When Ava sauntered back to him, his eyes zeroed in on a white dot by her mouth.
“You’re staring at me. Do I have something on my face?”

“Yeah. You missed a spot.”

Ava rubbed her fingers across her lips.
“Come here. I’ll get it.” Chase should’ve used his thumb to wipe it clean. But some primal instinct urged him to use his mouth. He curled his hand around the side of her face, letting his tongue follow the bottom arc of her lip. He nibbled at the corner of her smile, tasting the sweet cream filling and the sweetness of her mouth.
This woman turned him inside out. Everything about her tempted him in ways he’d never been tempted.
They stayed like that for several long moments, neither willing to break the tenuous connection.
“Thanks,” Ava said softly. “It would’ve been embarrassing to walk around with a white spot on my face.”

He murmured, “Especially when we both know what it looked like.”

“Think people would’ve checked to see if I had dirty knees too?”

“Probably discreetly. Then they’d be checking me out to see if I was wearing a big ol’ grin.”

“But you probably wouldn’t have been so eager to lick that spot away if it was…?”

Seen-it-all, done-it-all, kinky California chick couldn’t even say the words? Interesting. Chase whispered, “Would I lick my come from your mouth after you finished blowing me? In a f*ckin’ heartbeat. I’d love to taste myself on your tongue, Ava. It’d be hot as hell.”

Her breath caught.
“I shouldn’t have said that. I didn’t mean—”

“Don’t lie to me and tell me you didn’t mean it,” she sniped, “when I know damn well you did.”

Enough. This had gotten way out of hand. He stepped back. “Look. We’re both tired. A little punchy. Let’s just forget it and head to the motel.”

Chapter Fourteen

Ava parked in front of the orange door of room 116 at the Westward Ho Motor Inn. Schlepping her duffel bag, Chase’s bag and her assorted electronic bags made her long for a bellhop.
Inside the clean, small room, she picked the bed by the wall just to be ornery, because she knew Chase didn’t like sleeping by the window. Which served him right. He’d been standoffish the last day, insisting she leave him at the Scottsbluff rodeo grounds, even when no official bull riding events were scheduled.