Page 93 of Lead Me On
Ouch. “I have something important to tell you.”
She glanced past him before nodding. “Okay. Come in.”
Chase looked over his shoulder as he stepped inside. “Is everything all right?”
“Everything’s fine. I’m glad you’re here, actually. I wanted to talk to you, too.”
That was more like it. “About what?”
She hesitated, lips parting for a moment before she shook her head. Her ponytail bounced, distracting him into thinking about how soft her hair felt when he made love to her.
“You go first,” she said, waving him toward the couch.
“All right.” He dropped onto the couch and she sat down next to him. “My father heard something yesterday, but I didn’t want to say anything until he’d confirmed it. The police have another suspect.”
“Who is it?”
“I don’t know his name. They’re keeping it quiet because they haven’t brought him in yet.”
Jane looked down at her hands. “All right. It’s great to hear, though. I’ll let Jessie know.”
“Yeah, hopefully they won’t be looking in your brother’s direction again. But don’t say anything that might tip off the suspect.”
“I’ll wait a few days.”
Chase took her hand and rubbed his thumb over her knuckles. “Are you okay? You look tired.”
She shrugged.
“What did you want to talk about?”
“I…” Frowning, she looked down to their hands. “I need to…”
Jane was worried about their relationship again. It was easy to see. But he’d meant what he’d said about falling for her, and he wasn’t going to let her go easily. He’d made that mistake with his ex-girlfriend. This time he wasn’t letting go without a fight.
Chase leaned close, and when Jane looked up, he kissed her. He knew how to work her. He knew when her neuroses were about to overwhelm her real feelings. And he knew full well that he was her weakness, and he was pretty damn thrilled about that.
Though she didn’t pull back, her lips were cool against his for a moment. And then they weren’t. Then they were soft and hot and opening for him.
She kissed him back and let him keep it slow, which was unusual for her. They tasted each other for a long minute, and then he pulled away. “What’s wrong, Jane?”
Her fingers dug into his hand, she took a deep breath…but then she shook her head, denying she was upset. “Do you want to watch a movie?”
“A movie?” It was nine o’clock and he had to prep a site at 6:00 a.m…. “A movie sounds perfect.”
Jane got him a Coke—a real Coke, as if she’d gone shopping for him—and poured herself a glass of red wine. Then she turned on a romantic comedy, snuggled close to him, and Chase was back in heaven.
At first he thought they’d re-create Saturday night when they’d watched a movie in platonic relaxation. But he’d already seen this movie, and he hadn’t touched her in so long, and her lips looked rosy and red from sipping the wine.
Soon enough, he found himself stroking her knee, then the inside of her thigh. It felt like years since he’d touched her there, and he was rock hard and aching within minutes. Jane sipped her wine and laughed at the movie while Chase closed his eyes and thought of the way he’d licked her last time. The way she’d screamed in pleasure.
Shit. He forced his eyes open and tried to watch the show, but there were other scenes playing behind his eyes.
Holding his breath, Chase slid his hand higher, and Jane’s thighs eased apart.
Thank God. He gave up any pretense of looking at the TV and turned to her. She kissed him and tugged him close. He laid her on the couch or she pulled him down, but somehow he ended up over her, kissing her, pressing his whole body into hers.
God, he’d missed the taste and feel and sound of her. Her sweet mouth and soft hair and greedy sighs. Jane’s hands ran up his chest, stealing the breath from his lungs. She shoved off his shirt and he knew then that she was as hungry as he was.
