Cowboy Take Me Away (19 page)

Hope dug her nails into Chase's shoulders, her back arching as he continued to pleasure her. But as much as she wanted him to keep going, she also wanted his skin beneath her fingers, to be exploring him at the same time.

“Chase…”

“Hmmm,” he murmured, switching his attention to her other breast.

She tangled her fingers in his hair, loving that it was long enough for her to grip. Hope let him continue, toes curled, pleasure building in her belly like a fast burning fire until it was almost too much to bear. She yanked him up, his hot mouth closing over hers the second his back was straight.

Hope kissed him back, her lips as urgent as his, her body desperate. She hadn't been with a man since her marriage had broken up, hadn't even thought about how deprived she'd been of sex, but now that she was with Chase, the desire within her was impossible to fight. She couldn't end this even if she wanted to—she wanted Chase, and she wanted him right here and now.

“Don't push me,” Chase murmured against her skin, his mouth moving so fast she could hardly keep up with him. One minute he was kissing her lips, the next his tongue was trailing a hot, wet path down her neck.

“Or what?” she asked, tugging him up by his hair again and forcing his mouth to hers.

“Or I'll stop trying to be a gentleman and lose all goddamn control.”

She laughed, reaching down for his belt buckle and pulling it across, freeing him of the belt and then working on the top button of his jeans. Hope was frantic, she couldn't help it—years of pent-up desire and sexual frustration were coming to a head.

Chase matched her every step of the way, fiddling with the zipper on her jeans at the same time as he tried to struggle out of his own jeans. She laughed when he stumbled, suddenly self-conscious when he moved away from her, the night air cool against her breasts without Chase warming them.

“Fuck!” he cursed, tripping over and slamming his arm against the timber frame beside him. “Damn boots.”

Hope watched as Chase kicked off his boots, discarding her own shoes before unzipping her jeans. When she looked back up, Chase was immobile, staring at her as he stood in his boxers. She stifled a smirk at his hard-on, loving that he was clearly as excited as she was. Her heart was beating hard, erratic, but she was determined to give him a show now that she had his full attention.

Her breathing was hard as she leaned farther forward, tossing her long hair over one shoulder so Chase could see her breasts as she finished peeling her jeans off. Then she straightened, stretched, sliding her fingers into the edge of her panties and slowly,
slowly
, pushing them down an inch.

“Fuck slow,” Chase cursed, closing the distance between them and slamming her back against the wall.

Her back protested, the timber hard against her skin, but it barely registered. It was nothing compared to the buzz consuming her body, the excitement of knowing what was coming, what was about to happen between them.

Chase kissed her—one hot, searing kiss that had her begging for more, her hands frantic around his neck as she tried to force him back again. But Chase was on his way down lower, his tongue never leaving her skin until he reached her navel. Hope's breath was sharp, her body quivering as he finally took his mouth off her only to slip his fingers inside of her panties and take them down ever so slowly. He pulled them down, his breath against her belly still as she stepped out of them, leaving them on the ground at her feet. And just as she was about to pull Chase up, to wrap a leg around him so he could enter her, his mouth closed over her sex.

Her moan was loud, guttural, but she couldn't help it. Not when his lips covered her, his tongue so gentle she could barely feel it one second, then firmer, more intense the next. His kiss was so intimate, his touch so right, and even though she wanted him inside her she …

“Chase,” she whispered his name as her body flooded with heat, her pleasure building, fast. “Chase.”

He didn't reply with words. Chase kept up the intensity, cupped her ass to hold her still, not letting her move. His mouth was relentless as she strained against him, finally giving in to the waves of ecstasy. Chase only slowed when her fingers went slack against him; she'd been gripping his hair with one hand, the other set of fingers dug into his shoulder, and now she was ready to fall into a puddle at his feet her body was so relaxed.

She looked down, her eyelids heavy. “That was amazing.”

Chase gave her a long, smoldering look, his dimple as sexy as the wink he gave her. “Darlin', that was just for starters.”

Heat rose through Hope's body, and it had nothing to do with embarrassment and everything to do with desire. Her body was still tingling with the high of her orgasm as Chase slowly rose, pressing barely there kisses to her skin as he straightened.

Hope leaned back, shut her eyes, and felt up and down his big body as he rose.

“I think I'm having my unfair share of the fun here,” she murmured.

“Bullshit,” he said with a laugh, grabbing her hands and pinning them above her head. “If this isn't fun, then I don't know what is.”

Chase pressed into her, his cock hard against her thigh. She gasped when he roughly cuffed her hands with one of his own, his other stroking between her legs, feeling how slick she was for him.

Hope went to open her mouth but Chase took charge, his lips closing over hers, rough now where before he'd been more gentle. She struggled to move her hands but there was no way she could get out of his grasp unless he let her, and he was more interested in shedding his boxer shorts than letting her move. Chase was in charge, and instead of wanting to fight him, she damn well loved it.

“What a way to christen my new place,” he said into her ear as he finally released her, letting go of her hands and placing his hands on her ass instead, scooping her up into the air.

“Cha…” His name died in her mouth when he thrust her back against the wall, her legs locking around his waist as he pushed inside of her. His eyes were on hers, his gaze open as he took her hard and fast, right there in the entrance to his new house, the cool air snaking around their hot, slick bodies. Chase pumped into her, over and over, her legs tightening around his waist, not wanting him to slow or stop.

“Fuck, Hope,” he muttered against her mouth as she bit down on his lip, her arms looped around his neck.

“Don't stop,” she ordered. “Don't you dare,” she moaned as he shifted position slightly, “stop. Ever.”

A familiar, delicious warmth spread through her as her climax began to build. Chase was pushing her so close to the edge, his body strong and hard beneath her hands as she felt him all over. He was everything she'd remembered and more.

Just as she was almost there, so close, he stopped, his breathing ragged against her cheek as he pressed a rough kiss to her lips.

“No!” she begged.

He didn't say anything, just spun her around so she was facing the wall, entering her fast from behind, thrusting back into her. His hand reached around, pleasuring her at the same time as he drove harder and harder, until she couldn't hold back any longer.

“Damn,” he muttered as she clenched her muscles around him, his mouth hard against her neck, her back slammed hard against his damp chest as they both climaxed at the same time.

She smiled, eyes shut, reaching behind to cup his head as he sucked on her neck.

“That was worth waiting for,” she told him, leaning back into him as he wrapped both arms protectively around her. His cheek was pressed to hers now, his touch soft where only moments before he had been rough and determined.

“You have no damn idea how long I've been waiting.” His whisper was deep, an octave lower than she'd heard from him before.

 

Chapter 10

Chase ran his hands down Hope's body, frowning when her skin broke out in goose pimples. The last thing he wanted was to see her dressed again when he'd finally gotten her naked, but being in an under-construction house at night wasn't exactly tropical. Besides, it had gotten so dark now he could hardly see her.

“As much as I'm loath to say it,” he said, keeping her wrapped in his arms as he turned her, “I think you need some clothes on.”

“Maybe,” she said with a laugh, “but how about we keep you bare?”

Hope ran her hands down his back, nails digging into his butt before scraping the back of his thighs.

“Watch it,” he growled, grabbing hold of her hands, “otherwise there'll be a round two.”

Hope tipped her head back, eyes trained on his. Even though it was dark he could still make out her face; his eyes had long adjusted and he could just see the fullness of her beautiful lips, her hair messy around her high cheekbones as she stared up at him.

“Shit,” she muttered.

“What?”

“We, um, we didn't use protection.”

Chase stared into eyes that had always been able to see straight through him. “Do you trust me when I say I never go without? This was a very, very rare moment of weakness.”

“It's fine,” she said, leaning in to kiss him. “I'm on the pill and I haven't been with anyone since that night with you except my…”

“Husband,” he finished for her. “It's okay.”

“And I do trust you,” she said. “It just doesn't make up for the fact that I didn't even think about it before now.”

“You're one of the only people I've ever trusted, Hope,” Chase told her, bending for her panties and holding them up, grinning as he flicked them at her. He rose once he'd located her bra and top in the dark.

She put her underwear back on as he watched her. Chase ground his teeth together—it went against his natural instincts to stand by and let Hope cover up, but it wasn't like he could drag her into a warm comfortable bed.

“I've missed you, Hope.” It also went against his instincts to talk about his feelings, but he'd fucked up with Hope once and he didn't want to do it again.

“It's funny how things work out, huh?”

She was dressed in her underwear now. Chase stepped into her space, unable to help himself—he didn't like the distance between them. He stroked the top of her breast, drawing her back into his arms and holding her close. Chase dropped a kiss into her hair, trying to ignore how damn hard he was getting again. There was something more fragile about Hope now than there had been years ago, something different about her that he couldn't quite put his finger on.

“Maybe things worked out just the way they were supposed to,” he said.

She wrapped her arms around him, shivering as she tucked closer to his frame. Her breasts were pushed to his chest as she leaned back a little to look up at his face.

“Maybe you're right.”

He kissed her, forcing himself to keep his touch light. He felt differently about Hope, wanted her to know how damn special she was.

“I know I'm right. Imagine if you didn't have your little guy?”

Her body stiffened, enough for him to notice, and she released her hold on him.

“I think it's time we went back. You know, just in case he's awake or something.”

Chase nodded and turned to pick up her jeans, grabbing his boxers at the same time.

“Want to have a quick look-through with me first?” he asked. His brothers gave him shit about the house all the time; it'd be nice showing it to a woman to see what she thought. “If he'd so much as stirred I bet Chloe would have called.”

“Yeah, a look around would be nice,” Hope said, wriggling into her jeans and smoothing down her hair. It still looked untamed, but he wasn't going to tell her; there was something sexy about how tousled she looked.

Chase dressed quickly and took a few steps backward, remembering the temporary lights the builders had rigged up now that the roof was on. “So you've seen the entrance,” he joked, gesturing to where he'd had her pressed against the wall as he flicked a switch. “Not sure if I'll ever be able to come through my front door without thinking of you naked.”

“Ha-ha,” she said dryly.

“Hey, it'll make the place. Best housewarming gift a guy could ask for.” Chase grinned and grabbed her hand, pulling her through to the next room.

“And this is…?”

“The living room and kitchen. All open plan, with big doors that open out to the view.” It wasn't easy to see with shadows everywhere from the floodlights positioned on the ground, but he could still show her around.

“Wow. This place is going to be amazing, Chase. You must be so proud.”

He pushed his shoulders up, shrugging. “Yeah, it will. The guesthouse I used to live in wasn't half-bad, but I'm looking forward to moving in.”

“Nate wasn't kidding when he said it was a family home.” Hope looked sideways at him. “You'll make some lucky girl a great husband one day, Chase.”

He was about to laugh when he noticed her tears, just moist enough to make her eyes swim. Chase pulled her closer, didn't like seeing her upset.

“I can't say I've thought about it,” he told her. It was the truth. It might be a big house but he'd built it all for himself—an awesome bachelor pad and nothing else.

“And through here?”

He walked a few steps to the right. “The lounge. I've got plans for a big, kick-ass screen for watching football.”

“Sounds heavenly.”

“Hey, your place isn't half-bad,” Chase told her.

Hope gave him a wry look. “I don't want to sound like a spoiled bitch, but it's hard coming to terms with it. I know I should be grateful to be living in a nice house, but when I think about my ranch house it kind of pales in comparison.”

“You want to tell me about it yet?” Chase asked.

Hope shook her head. “Do you have all the bedrooms upstairs?”

Chase took the hint. “Most of them. I have a big one downstairs with its own bathroom, just in case I'm ever some old invalid and I can't make it up.”