Page 75 of Lead Me On
She seemed to weigh her options, then put a hand on her hip as if she’d decided to argue. “You can’t—”
Jane took a step forward, jaw jutting out. “Do you really want all these men to see you without your weave? Because you’re about to lose it.”
“Oh, Jesus.” Chase laughed. The redhead made her decision and flounced away.
Arms crossed, Jane watched until she was at least ten feet away before turning her glare on Chase. “You want me to leave so you can get a closer look at those?”
“No!” He held up his hands in complete surrender. “I couldn’t get away from her.”
“Funny, because you look awfully big and strong. Almost like a full-grown man.”
Chase gave her his best puppy-dog eyes, silently begging for forgiveness.
“Oh, come on,” she snapped. “They haven’t seen Jessie. He’s not here.”
Chase studied the faces as they made their way to the door, but there was no sign of Jane’s brother. They both took a deep breath when they reached the relative peace of the dark parking lot.
He let her stalk to the truck without a word, but when she reached for the handle, Chase wrapped his fingers around her wrist and turned her toward him. “What was all that about?”
“All what?”
“Potty-mouthed Jane.”
Chin inching higher, she shrugged.
“You were jealous.”
“I was irritated with Jessie’s friends.”
“No.” He felt his mouth twitch into a smile. “You were jealous. Because you like me.”
“I was stressed,” she insisted, turning back toward the truck. “And I was in my fair share of fights during my misspent youth. I know how to handle myself.”
Chase wasn’t about to let her blow that off. Her little tantrum in there had been pretty damn sexy. He snuck his arm around her shoulders and turned her back, dipping down to nuzzle her neck at the same time.
“Chase!” she complained, but half a second later her head was bowing away, giving him better access to the tender skin of her neck.
“You like me,” he murmured against her pulse. “Just admit it.” He pressed his tongue there, sucking lightly.
“Oh…” Jane sighed. Her hands reached up to clutch his jacket. Snowflakes touched the back of his skull, like tiny bites of ice.
“I think I’m falling for you, Jane.” He dragged his mouth up to hers and kissed her before she could protest. She would, he knew that, but he didn’t plan on paying attention to her arguments.
She tried to shake her head, but he wouldn’t move his mouth. A tense moment passed, and then she was kissing him back, rubbing her tongue hard against his. The taste of her was a drug, wrapping around his nerves, dulling the feel of the snow on his neck.
He could kiss her forever. Just kiss her and nothing else. But Jane wouldn’t allow that. She’d want more, and he’d give in without any fight at all.
Ending the kiss with a faint taste of her bottom lip, Chase framed her face in his hands so she’d have to meet his gaze. “I’m falling for you,” he repeated.
“No.”
He let her go. “You have no say in it. Sorry.” Reaching past her, he opened the truck door. “Where to?”
“Chase, we can’t… There’s no future for us. None!”
“You want to go to your grandma’s house?”
She put her hand flat to his chest and pushed him. He took a step back so she’d feel some satisfaction. “Listen to me!”
