Chasin' Eight (Rough Riders #11)(95)

Humbled, Chase kissed her. Kept it light. Breezy. Not the passionate show of possession his head urged him to demonstrate.
Ava broke the kiss with a heartfelt sigh. “So what’s on the agenda today before the rodeo starts?”

He grinned. “I’m definitely thinking I need another ride.”

Chapter Nineteen

“Done. You really needed a trim.” Ava set the clippers on the table.
After she brushed the remnants of his hair off his shirt, Chase’s hands circled her hipbones. Then he tugged her onto his lap. “Put your hands back on my head.”

“Why? Did I hurt you?”

“God no. It feels so damn good when you’re touching me there.”

The deep, raspy timbre of his voice rolled over her. Through her. She placed her palms on his cheeks and slowly slid them up the planes of his chiseled face. Once she reached his hairline, she let her nails scrape over his scalp. Slowly. Thoroughly. Losing herself in touching him at his invitation, without restriction. Loving how the stubbly hair felt beneath her palms and fingertips. Remembering how it felt gently scraping the inside of her thighs. Her belly. Her breasts.
Chase expelled a groaning sigh and pressed his soft, warm lips to the base of her throat. His mouth wandered south to the upper swell of her cleavage. He dragged his goatee across that tender flesh, adding in a lingering kiss here and there.
Ava’s thighs tightened around his hips. She allowed her head to fall back, stroking his head as she pleased, wishing her hands could wander. But since Chase’s touches never veered out of control, she followed his lead. One of these days she’d step over the line and push him to unleash the wild man he attempted to control. For now, she’d lose herself in his sweet need.
“Ava,” he whispered thickly against her neck, below her ear.
“I know you’re going to warn me we don’t have time for this. But I don’t want to stop.”

“I wasn’t gonna tell you to stop. I was gonna ask you pretty please to go get a condom.”

She laughed and kissed his smirk. “Be right back.”

“Hurry.”

Sweaty and sore, Chase paced in front of the motel room. The pains and twinges in odd places served as a reminder he’d gotten spoiled in the PBR. There was a world of difference in getting on one, two or three bulls over a three-day period, as opposed to PRCA riders, who climbed on one or two bulls each night. Sometimes for several nights running. This time of year shouldn’t be called Cowboy Christmas, but Cowboy Hell.
He mopped his face with the bottom of his tank top and used his key card to open the door. The sight that greeted him? Ava, half-nekkid, her flexible body bent backward over her exercise ball, that mouth-watering * tempting him from between her toned thighs.
His aches and pains were forgotten. A new ache arose—his cock instantly went hard.
Ava’s strong, sexy abdominal muscles rippled as she elevated her torso. “Hey. Great timing. I just finished.”

“Perfect timing.” Chase dropped to his knees on the yoga mat between her feet. “Take off your bottoms.”

“What? Why?” Recognition lit her eyes and a secretive smile appeared. “Really, Chase? Right now?”

“Yep.”

“But I’m all sweaty. Can’t I take a shower first?”

He growled, “No. Seeing your hot, bendy body stretched out over that ball does it for me in a bad way.” Using a single rough-edged fingertip, he leisurely traced the waistband of her yoga pants, low on her hips. But not nearly low enough. “Take. Them. Off.”

She stood and peeled the stretchy black fabric down her legs. She began to remove her bra, but he said, “Leave it. Same position you were just in. Arched over the ball, hands on the floor behind you, feet on the floor, legs spread.”