Surprise Seduction (27 page)

What would she do if he had another woman with him?
 
Surely he wouldn't have called someone after dropping her off at her apartment last night?

But then again, he was Chase.
 
He could have walked into any club in Boston and had his pick from every female in the room.

He’d told her there hadn’t been anyone else since her.
 
Her heart swelled.
 
Had he told her the truth?
 
She wanted to believe he cared.

She’d decided he did.
 
And that was why she was here.

She heard the chain jingle on the other side of the door. She'd die if a woman answered.

The door opened.

"Adrienne?"
 
A sleepy eyed Chase asked, rubbing his eyes as if he didn’t quite believe what he was seeing.

Her eyes drank him in.
 
His sexy naked body was covered only in a pair of navy boxers.
 
She itched to run her hands over his muscular shoulders.
 
Down his chest to that washboard abdomen and lower.
 
Her gaze followed the sexy arrow of hair disappearing beneath navy cotton.

How she longed to touch what he hid in those boxers.
 
The man screamed sex appeal right down to his bare toes.

He blinked at her as if he still didn’t trust his vision.

"Can I come in?" she asked nervously.
 
Had she done the right thing by coming here?
 
She’d thought so in the darkness of the night as she’d lain awake in her apartment trying to figure Chase out.

But in the pink streaked morning light, she wasn’t so sure.

He stepped aside, motioning for her to enter.

Adrienne glanced around curiously at the stylish Boston apartment.
 
Clean, efficient, luxurious, but nothing of his personality.
 
Her gaze traveled over a non-cluttered living area with high ceilings, cream-colored carpet, and muted colored sofa with navy throw pillow.

The apartment smelled…clean.
 
Maybe the faint scent of pine made her think that.
 
Or maybe it was that everything seemed in place.
 
No stacks of magazines.
 
No empty pizza boxes.
 
No stray socks.
 
Nothing at all like her Hollywood derived vision of what a swinging bachelor’s apartment numbered Sixty-nine B would be like.

Certainly, the neutral tones of the room seemed understated for a man of Chase’s passion.
 
But then what had she expected?
 
Red satin drapes and a stripper pole in the corner?

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” she answered, smoothing the frown from her face.
 
“This is nice.”

“Yeah, I’ve been here a few years.
 
Bought the place when it came on the market.” He stifled a yawn.
 
"What are you doing here?"

"I made a mistake."

"A mistake?"

She pulled her coat tighter around her.

"Here, let me take your coat."

"No."
 
Had he guessed she wore nothing beneath?

His bushy brow arched high.
 
"The sun's barely up on a Saturday morning.
 
What’s going on?"

"I told you.
 
I made a mistake.
 
I should have spent the night with you.
 
I couldn't sleep for thinking about you.
 
I regretted not being able to wake up in your arms."
 
She shrugged.
 
"So here I am."

Chase took a step toward her.
 
He looked wide-awake now.

“You’re kidding?”

She shook her head.

“If I’m dreaming, don’t wake me.”

She held up her hand.
 
"Wait, there are a few things we have to discuss first."

"Such as?"

“Did you mean what you said last night?”

“About?”

“Other women.”

He raked a hand through sleep rumbled hair.

“I’ll do my best.
 
Scout’s honor.”
 
He held up Spock’s trademark sign, two fingers together on each side making a vee.

“Just what kind of scout were you?”

“An out-of-this-world one?”
 
His voice dropped to a husky tease.
 
“I am dreaming, aren’t I?
 
Get over here so I can pinch you and find out.”

She laughed softly, but didn’t step toward him.
 
Instead she put her hands on her belt and began untying it.

“Planning to stay awhile?”

She fumbled twice while trying to remove the belt in suave seductiveness.
 
When the knot gave way, she met his eyes and dropped the coat from her shoulders.

Her bare shoulders that topped her bare body.

"Adrienne.”
 
His breath sucked in.
 
“You’re going to give me a heart attack first thing this morning.”

“Did you say I was going to give you a hard attack?”
 
She stepped closer to him.
 
Inches separated their bodies.

“Oh, you gave me that the moment I saw you standing outside my door.”

“Really?”
 
Her finger laced through his sprinkling of wiry chest hair.
 
“If that’s all it took, you may not be able to handle what I have in mind.”

“Tell me.”
 
He stood very still, letting her initiate all physical contact.

Her fingers moved lower, taking the path her eyes had made earlier.
 
Down to his waistband.
 
There she played along the elastic, snaking her fingers inside in a teasing motion.

“I’ll just show you instead.”

He groaned.

Her hands left his waistband and explored his body.
 
Her palms mesmerized by the feel of his skin.
 
They journeyed over his chest, up his shoulder and neck.
 
Then back down his arms to his fingertips.

“I want to touch your entire body.”

He groaned again, but let her continue her discovery of his body.
 
Her hands kneaded and rubbed his upper body to her heart’s content before she dropped to her knees.

“Can I take these off?”
 
She gently tugged on his boxers.

“You’re kidding, right?”
 
His voice rasped.

Adrienne giggled and pulled the waistband down his narrow hips, taking care not to catch anything vital.
 
When the elastic stretched across his hard thighs, she couldn’t finish.
 
She had to touch.

Her gaze lifted to his.

“Don’t you dare ask if you can touch me.”
 
His command came out as a rough bark.
 
“Please, Adrienne, just do it.”

At his encouragement, her hands wrapped around his silken hardness.
 
“It’s so soft.”

“Not a good thing to tell a man about certain areas of his body, Adrienne,” his voice strained.

She snickered.
 
“Not that.
 
The skin, I mean.
 
So smooth.
 
Like velvet.”

He was rock hard and pulsating in her grasp.
 
She leaned forward and took his tip in her mouth.

“God, Adrienne, I’ve died and gone to heaven.”

Her hands moved, stroked as her mouth closed around him.

“You’ve got to stop!”

She jerked back as if he’d hit her.
 
Had she done something wrong?
 
She’d read about this in Sheila’s bathroom reading material.
 
Had she completely screwed it up?

“Did I hurt you?”

“You’re killing me.”
 
He sounded as if she’d done exactly that.

“I’m sorry.
 
I thought…” her voice trailed off.

“Ah, honey.
 
It’s not that I don’t want you to.
 
But you’re going to make me come, and I want to be inside you when that happens.
 
A few more seconds, it would’ve been too late.”

“Oh.”
 
Her mouth made a perfect ‘O’.
 
Unable to resist, she leaned back in and kissed his plum tip.

“Adrienne!”

She smiled and stood.
 
“A few more seconds is really all it would take?”

“If that,” he admitted.
 
“Your hot mouth felt too good.”

“I didn’t think there was such a thing as too good,” she ventured, eyeing his burgeoning length.

“Neither did I.
 
You just proved me wrong.”

Adrienne lay in Chase’s arms spoon-fashion.
 
In his bed.
 
She snuggled closer.
 
He couldn’t run off this time.
 
He lived here.

“You want to take a quick nap?” he murmured against her hair.

“I’m too hyped to sleep.”

“Still?
 
I thought I had taken care of that.”

“Oh, you did.
 
The first time and the second.”
 
She assured him.
 
“The day just seems too perfect to waste sleeping.”

He chuckled.
 
“What would you like to do?”

She twisted in his arms to smile at him.
 
“You mean I get more?”

“More?
 
You aren’t going to be able to walk if we don’t quit.
 
That
wasn’t what I meant.”

“You’re worth not being able to walk.”

Dimples dug into his cheeks.
 
Her tongue darted out into the indention.
 
“I’ve always wanted to do that,” she admitted when she’d thoroughly explored the tiny crevice framing each side of his face.

He laughed.
 
“All you had to do was ask.
 
I’d gladly have let you.
 
All in the name of your education, of course.”