Page 58 of The Heartbreaker (Chandler Brothers 3)
He brushed her wayward curls out of her face. “Come on, sweetheart. Time to get you home.”
“So you can have your wicked way with me?” Catching him off guard, she splayed her body against his. Her breasts crushed into his chest and her lower body met his as she planted a full kiss on his lips.
Pulling her away was the last thing he wanted to do, but he had no choice. He peeled her off him and braced his arms around her so he could lead her outside.
“I’ll tell you what,” he said as they followed Rick and an equally drunk Kendall to the door. “Let’s get you into bed, and if you’re still in the mood, we’ll talk about my wicked ways.”
* * *
Chase carried Sloane into the house and up the stairs to his bedroom, a soft, willing female in his arms and he wanted to be with her more than anything else. His phone rang in his pocket, not the first time tonight and he ignored it. Sloane was compliant to the point of feeling boneless, leaving him completely aware of her sweet scent and the arousing way she nuzzled into him.
He laid her on the bed and she sprawled against the pillow, then crooked a finger his way. “I want to hear more about those wicked ways of yours,” she said in a husky voice.
“And I’m all too happy to show you. After you tell me what Earl and Ernie said about Samson.” He wanted her to talk before she forgot anything she might have learned.
“Earl said Samson’s ugly as sin,” she said. “Is he?”
He wondered if he imagined the lost-little-girl sound in her voice as she asked about the father she’d never met.
“He’s …” Chase had never given a thought to what Samson looked like and tried to paint an accurate picture now. “He’s got graying hair and he’s usually tan because he spends so much time outdoors. He likes the gardens across from Norman’s,” he said, thinking. “And one more thing.” Reaching out, he stroked Sloane’s cheek. “He’s not ugly as sin.”
A soft, grateful smile reached her lips and he couldn’t resist leaning forward to taste. As usual, one taste wasn’t enough and he slanted his mouth wider over hers.
She moaned and met his tongue with hers, crawling closer, never breaking contact. Taking control, he rolled to his back, pulling her on top of him. But she obviously wasn’t going to accept submission and she planted openmouthed kisses over his neck, pulling up his shirt so she could repeat the erotic licks and nibbles on his chest.
Without warning, she licked one nipple, then bit down with her teeth.
Hot sensation shot straight to his groin. “Good God.” His body bucked, nearly dislodging her from where she straddled his thighs.
“Someone’s looking for Samson,” she said, suddenly lifting her head.
“Hell of a time to focus, honey. What else do you remember?”
She shook her head. Disheveled strands curled around her face and her makeup had long since disappeared. She looked fresh and wholesome, and gazing at her, he felt emotion swamp him.
“Earl and Ernie didn’t remember what the guy looked like. But they did hear from Samson and he’s holed up somewhere safe. Thank goodness for small favors, right?”
“Right.”
“Isn’t there anyone in Yorkshire Falls who’d take him in?” she asked hopefully.
He spread his hands in front of him, knowing he had no answer to pull out of a hat that would ease her mind. “Raina would let him stay with her, but obviously we’d know if she’d heard from him. Same for Charlotte, and besides, she isn’t in town. I wish I could give you the answers you want to hear, but I can’t.”
“Then give me something else instead.”
He had no doubt what she was asking for and he was all too willing to give what she wanted. They made love twice, frenzied and fast the first time, slow and tender the next.
Chase fell asleep with Sloane in his arms and the sound of his phone ringing in his ear.
Chapter Twelve
Sloane tried to open her eyes but the pain was too great. Lifting her head was impossible. “Who hired the steel band?” she muttered, burying her face into the pillow.
“I think you did,” a familiar masculine voice answered.
“Do I know you?” she asked Chase wryly, barely able to think past the reverberating drums in her head.
She felt the bed dip with his weight as he sat down.
“You knew me last night.” His voice dripped with husky innuendo, and despite the hangover, a delicious warmth curled in her belly.
Still, she knew better than to attempt to laugh and groaned instead. “I can’t believe I drank so much.”
“It’s not like Earl gave you a choice. Here. Try this,” he said as he rolled her to her back and placed a cool cloth on her forehead.
