Chasin' Eight (Rough Riders #11)(84)



Chase’s stance gave Ava additional height advantage. He didn’t seem to mind, which was another big change in his attitude since they’d started sleeping together. “And what do you have in mind?”

He pressed a hot kiss on the center of her chest. Then those oh so talented lips traveled up the arc of her throat to her ear. “Guess.”

“A blowjob.”

Chase’s chuckle against her neck caused goose flesh to break out. “Tempting, but no.”

“You wanna bend me over a hay bale and spank my ass?”

“Wrong again. But you are givin’ me some great ideas.” His wet tongue flicked her earlobe like he was working her clit, which sent a spike of heat straight to her core. “I want a kiss.”

“In public?”

“Yep. Right now.”

She lowered her lips to his in a slow slide of mouth on mouth. Gradually shifting the kiss from sweet to fiery. Kissing him with passion, tempering it with tenderness. A languorous meeting of tongues, a communion of need.
He placed soft smooches on her mouth. “Thanks for caring about me, Ava.”

“You sound surprised I do.”

“Maybe I am. I’m not used to it because I’ve kept relationships casual. I wasn’t joking about my threshold being two weeks.” He twirled a piece of her hair around his finger. “I haven’t answered to anyone for years. I find I like answering to you.”

“I’m glad. I don’t like to see you hurting. You don’t have to be tough in front of me, Chase.”

“It’s a hard habit to break.” He quickly changed the subject. “Are you taping me tonight?”

“Yeah. Unless you don’t want me to.”

“I want you to. I just hope it’s not the same as last night.”

His injury was causing him more pain than he’d let on. She’d be surprised if he rode any bulls tonight. “Good luck. I’ll see you after.”

Chase stuck it out on both bulls. But he wasn’t in top form and finished in fourth place, out of the money.
First thing he did at the motel was shower. For thirty minutes. When they’d first started traveling on the road, she hadn’t understood why it took him so long to shower. But now she knew he needed that long to get rid of the aches and pains from riding.
He dropped his towel and crawled in bed, twining himself around her like her own personal anaconda. “I’m not up for sex games tonight.”

“So much for my nefarious plan to play nekkid Parcheesi with you.”

Chase laughed softly.
“Seriously. Can I give you a massage or rub some ointment on the sore spots?”

“Thanks. But this is good. Your warm body is like a magic heating pad. Makes all my aches and pains go away. Makes me all tingly.”

“Ooh. You’re good.”

“Mmm. You know it, but I’m at my best when I’m with you.”

Ava melted just a little.
“Now, we done talking so we can see who gets tossed off America’s Next Top Model, or what?”

Chapter Seventeen

Chase wasn’t claustrophobic. But if he had to spend another f*cking minute in the truck cab with Ava, surrounded by the scent of her lotion, the sight of her pink-tipped toes tapping on his dashboard and the porn queen way she sucked on licorice, he’d go insane.
In fact, he figured he deserved a medal for his ability to withstand the temptation of pulling off on the closest dirt road so he could f*ck her inside the truck cab, or against the truck door, or in the truck bed. He’d been so lost in fantasies of the many, many ways he intended to take her, he’d missed the damn turn off.

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