My eyes flutter in surprise. “Have you seen the first episode?”
“No.” He shakes his head. “You want to come over to my room and watch it with me?”
“Is that code for sex?”
“No.” He laughs. “But, if sex happens, you know, organically, well….”
“I’ll be at your place at five.”
I know it’s close to three thirty now. It gives me time to prepare.
“I’ll grab something for dinner.” He winks. “For after.”
I feel my body come alive. It’s charged, anticipating more time with Chase. Let me rephrase that, more naked time with Chase. “Great.” My voice cracks but I clear it and step off the porch on my way to my truck.
“See you later.” I wave as he gets into his SUV.
He turns to look at me, then pats the top above the driver’s side door right before he slides inside.
I watch him back out, turn, and drive off in the opposite direction of the bed-and-breakfast. That’s when it hits me. He wants me to go up to his room? At the bed-and-breakfast? It’ll be all over town before we even leave for the high school.
Does that matter?
Pulling my phone out, I hit the first number on my contacts list. Time to get some feedback from the smartest person I know. The minute she answers, I tell her everything. Even about the night in the hotel.
* * *
Smoothing down my top,I raise my hand and, before I can knock, his door flies open; a hand reaches out, pulling me inside. The door shuts loudly and, before I can even protest, his lips are on mine. His tongue sweeps into my mouth and that’s when I get into it. Pulling away, he does that thing again, where he kisses me on the cheek and down to my neck. “God. It’s about time you got here.”
“Sorry. It was my turn to cook. Had to feed my dad.” The blue box of macaroni and cheese and some hotdogs, but he likes it.
Pulling back, he blinks. “Right. How is your father?”
“Let’s not talk about that.” I reach for his Aries T-shirt. He’s still wearing the same clothes. He steps back and yanks it off himself. His jeans and boxers come off in one fell swoop until he’s left in only socks. Black socks. Black socks that I can’t keep staring at because… why is that hot?
It’s not, probably, on most men, but a completely naked, absolutely erect Chase Ryder? It’s hot. Trust me.
“Your turn.” He reaches for my top and I wave him off. I refuse to leave here in wrinkled clothing. That was Bella’s only bit of advice. Be sure I don’t look like I’ve just been fucked even though everyone will know. If I look put-together, it’ll put doubt in some people’s minds and that’s all I need.
I’m not sure I agree with her theory, but she’s super happy that I’m getting some. In her words, “Girl, you need to knock those cobwebs out from between your legs.” And she said that even after I told her we’d already knocked everything out of there.
I snicker thinking about it, which makes Chase ask, “What’s so funny?”
“You’re still wearing your socks.”
He’s got them off before I’ve had a chance to fold up my top into a neat square. I do the same with my jeans until I’m left in my underthings.
“Love your plain bra and panties. They’re hot as fuck.”
I look down at my baby-blue undies and white bra. “Glad you like them.”
“Now, take them off.” Once I do, he takes my hand in his and leads me further into the room. Turning me until my back is to the bed, he nudges me until I’m seated. Standing in front of me, he runs his hands through my hair. It’s gentle and sweet. Until he grasps hold of the length and tugs my face until I’m looking up at him.
“What would you like to do?”
“You mean, sexually speaking?”
Because I’m starving. Enough that I could murder a burger. But I suspect he’s talking about sex.
