Page 36 of Lead Me On
His head cocked to the side. “I already know your secret, and you clearly need to bounce ideas off someone. I can be the person who says, ‘Maybe going half-dressed to a biker bar isn’t the best way to help your brother.’”
She reached out her hand to give him a scolding little shove, but he didn’t move. Chase was solid, in more ways than one. And Jane was tempted in more than one way, too. “I don’t want to be accused of leading you on….”
“You mean if you reach out to me I might think you’re my special gal and make a pest of myself?”
She smiled. “Something like that.”
“I’ll try to control myself.”
Hard music leaked out of the bar, offsetting the romance of the starry sky above her. The night might be beautiful, but the setting was dark and seedy.
She thought of the way Chase had confronted Mac, with bared teeth and clenched fists. The threats he’d snarled as he’d tried to protect her, a woman he barely had a connection to.
“Is your ear all right?” she murmured, reaching toward his head. She ran a finger down his temple, afraid to touch the injury itself.
His voice dropped a notch. “I think I’ll be okay.”
His stubble rasped against her fingertips, and the feel of it sent shivers deep into her skin. It was dark and he was big and rough. She didn’t even need to think of what he’d done to her last Friday night; she was wet already just from the sight of his wide body looming over her in the faint neon glare of the bar.
Curving her hand around the back of his neck, Jane pulled him down, happy to note he didn’t need much pulling.
His hands spread over her shoulders as if he’d been thinking of touching her for a while. His lips pressed hot and hungry against her mouth. The taste of him was a shot of adrenaline. Every nerve in her body sprang to life, and now she wasdefinitelyremembering what they’d done on Friday.
When his tongue plunged into her in a familiar rhythm, Jane knew she had to have him again. Had to. It wasn’t desire, it wasneed.
Everywhere he touched was naked skin. Her shoulders, arms, back. His hands moved restlessly over her, calluses adding just the right friction. Jane snuck her hand beneath his T-shirt to feel his skin, too, and in the dark it was as if they were naked already, clasped together, arching and sighing.
His groan rumbled into her as his mouth angled deeper. She moaned her own encouragement when one of his hands slipped down the front of her shirt. He cradled the weight of her breast, thumb stroking over her nipple. Oh, yes. Oh,man.He deserved a reward for his initiative.
Jane rubbed her hand over the front of his jeans, pressing against the bulge there. Apparently he was surprised, because Chase jumped in shock, bumping his nose into hers.
Laughing, she stroked him, then snuck her other hand down the back of his jeans to press her nails to his tight ass.
“Christ,” he hissed, fingers tightening on her breast. His free hand swept up her thigh. The skirt was too short to provide any barrier at all, and Jane didn’t even have time to draw a breath before he plunged his hand into her panties and slipped his fingers along her wetness.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Yes.”
He pushed one finger in, the pressure arching her back along the curve of the steel behind her. She fumbled blindly for the button of his jeans.
“Not here,” he rumbled.
“Yes, here.”
“I’ll take you home.”
“No.” The button finally gave in to her clumsy hands. “I can’t wait. Please.”
“Nothere”he insisted, but she wanted it here. She wanted it in a parking lot, in public, against a car with the background music of a trashy bar as the soundtrack. She wanted to be used, wanted to feel that cheap rush of need and desperation.
“Jane,” he said, “Anyone could—”
She stopped his stupid argument by wrapping her hand around his naked cock. The words died a rough death in his throat. “Fuck me, Chase. Right here.”
“Goddamn it,” he groaned as she stroked him. Despite his curse, he plunged another finger into her and kissed her to stop her sharp cry.
The truck next to her suddenly chirped, its lights flashing briefly. Jane gasped, but Chase didn’t react. “Get in my truck,” he growled.
“I don’t want to go—”
