Surprise Seduction (31 page)

Chase allowed the bellhop standing guard next to his car to store Adrienne’s suitcase in the flashy red car.
 
He tipped the man generously for preventing his car from being towed.
 
Opening the passenger door, he helped Adrienne into the low-slung Ferrari.

When he sat in the driver’s seat, he turned to her.
 
Would she think him a jerk if he told her he couldn’t get her clothes off her fast enough?

Lord, he was a jerk.

Every womanizing slur that had ever been tossed his way must have been true.
 
He wanted Adrienne bad.
 
More than he’d ever wanted any woman.
 
He needed to be inside her, to feel her body clamped around his, to look into her eyes and see her desire for him, her pleasure at his touch.

“Where to?” he asked, praying she’d say ‘bed’.
 
His bed.
Jerk.

“My place?
 
Your place?
 
Does it matter?”
 
Her eyes echoed the message she wanted the same thing he did.
 
He loved her eyes.
 
So beautiful.
 
So responsive.
 
So should never be hidden behind a pair of thick framed glasses.

He grinned.
 
A happy jerk grin.
 
A thank-God-she-wants-me-too grin.
 
“I like how you think.”

He planned to spend the rest of this long Monday tasting every last inch of her addictive body.

Then, he planned to strangle her for not telling him about her trip out of town and causing his heart to stop when George told him she’d gone.

Adrienne looked at her luggage Chase had sat by his apartment door, and she gave a nervous laugh.
 
“You didn’t have to bring that up.”

He shrugged, the movement stretching the crisp dress shirt he wore over his broad shoulders.
 
“Thought you might need something later.
 
Or in the morning.”

He’d seemed in a hurry to get back to his apartment, but instead of immediately taking her into his arms as she’d expected, he lingered by the door as if he were unsure about something.

Her gaze lifted to his.
 
“Just you.”

The soft words seemed to catch him off guard, although why she couldn’t fathom.
 
They both knew why she was here, and it wasn’t for the grand tour.
 
She’d had that on Saturday morning.
 
After they’d satisfied more pressing needs.

Why weren’t they satisfying more pressing needs right now?

His lips curled in the sexiest smile she’d ever seen, but he didn’t strip her naked like she wanted.
 
Maybe she should strip herself?
 
Should take her clothes off and wrap her body around his until he was spreading her thighs and pumping his hard cock inside her, making her come over and over again?

Heat suffused her body.
 
And dampness.
 
She was so wet between her legs.
 
How did he do that?
 
How did just the thought of him there, inside her, make her dripping wet?

“Would you like something to drink?”

Huh?
 
She shook her head.
 
No beverage could quench her thirst.
 
But he could and she was dying for a drink.

“Something to eat?”

She frowned.
 
She’d told him what she wanted, the only means to satisfy her hunger.
 
What hadn’t he understood?

“Just you,” she repeated her earlier answer, moving closer to him.
 
She began unbuttoning the hot pink suit.

His throat bobbed once as he watched her finger’s movements in apparent fascination.
 
She hadn’t planned to really strip but she wanted him and was tired of waiting for him to make a move.
 
What was wrong with him anyway?
 
He’d gone from hot and heavy in the car to hesitant?

Of course, they’d been inside his apartment less than a minute so maybe she was just being impatient.
 
Still, that was a minute without touching too long.

She wanted him.
 
Desperately.

“I’ve been thinking about you,” she whispered as she undid the last button of her top.

“Come to any conclusions?”
 
He stood perfectly still watching her every move with hawk-like eyes.
 
Every muscle in his body coiled with tension.
 
Easily, she saw the control he exerted to keep from touching her.
 
She liked it, liked it a lot that she was having such an affect on him.
 
She licked her lower lip in a manner meant to break his control, meant to have him touching her, kissing her, pushing her up against the wall and delving inside her with his powerful body.

“Hundreds,” she admitted, pulling the suit top from her shoulders.
 
The hot pink material dropped to the floor.
 
The bright puddle of color contrasting sharply with the muted shade of the carpet.

“And?”
 
His gaze rested on the visible swell of her breasts above her matching hot pink satin bra.

“I want you,” she paused, her hand playing provocatively with her bra strap.
 
“Inside me.
 
Now.”

He swallowed again.
 
Muscles in his neck flexed, the tendons pulling as tight as a string on a bow.

“What a coincidence,” he mumbled.
 
“I want the same thing.”

Bright pink shoes kicked from her feet landed near the sofa.
 
She slid her pants down her hips, tugging slowly, seductively at the material as it glided over her skin.

When she stood in front of him in only her skimpy pink undies, she put her hands on her hips, giving him a pointed look, “Your turn.”

His eyes narrowed to pin points, then dilated.
 
His hand went to his collar and unbuttoned his shirt.

One button at a time, the sliver of exposed chest spread longer and wider.
 
Her excitement grew in proportion.
 
When he tossed his shirt onto the floor next to hers, she raised her eyebrows in challenging demand.

“Off with your pants,” she ordered, enjoying her teasing command and his immediate compliance.
 
If only he’d follow all her instructions so readily.

The buckle of his belt gave way in record time.
 
He quickly shucked out of his slacks.
 
His underwear, if he’d been wearing any, had disappeared at the same time as his pants.
 
Now, she was the one gulping down nervous anticipation.

His hard length stood proud, preening at her wide-eyed gaze.
 
She’d forgotten how beautiful, how big, he was.

They stood in his living room with the fading light of the almost set sun coming in through the large windows as their backdrop.
 
Where they were made no difference.
 
Here, Sinbad, her apartment, anywhere as long as Chase entered her body soon.

“Chase.” She didn’t even try to stop staring at his amazing body.

“Adrienne,” his husky tone teased, but his eyes told her he barely restrained himself.

“Touch me.”

On cue his hands skimmed lightly over her body.
 
Starting at the tips of her fingers and sailing across her hands, elbows, shoulders.
 
When they reached where her neck and shoulders met, his touch deepened, massaging the feminine muscles knotted there.

“Tough day?”

“Hmmm, you’ve no idea,” she murmured.
 
His hands magical kneading stirred deeper longings, building the quickening of her inner thighs.

His touch lightened and his skimming over her flesh resumed.
 
At times his skin didn’t even meet hers, but his heat burned trails of fire in whatever direction his hands took.

When he’d thoroughly sensitized her entire upper body, his hands took her buttocks and molded them sensuously.
 
As if they were the finest things he’d ever palmed.

“How can you stand it?
 
If it were up to me, you’d have been buried inside me the second your apartment door shut.”

“Patience, lil one,” he teased, his hands moving lower, bordering along the edges of the elastic of her panties.
 
Lower still, down her thighs, ticking over the backs of her knees, then encircling her ankles and rubbing briskly up the long smooth expanse of her legs.
 
“Damn shame you used to hide these from me.”

“Never again,” she assured.

“Oh, I don’t think I’d mind your hiding them from the world, Adrienne.”
 
From his knelt position, his intense gaze met hers.
 
He leaned into her waist and kissed the flat planes of her abdomen.
 
“Just not from me.”

“I am so ready for you.”
 
Her finger’s threaded into his rich hair.

His eyes sparkled with desire and something more when he grinned.
 
“I’d better check.”

His teeth clamped down on the edges of hot pink satin and removed the material from her body.
 
Her eyes bugged out.
 
How had he done that?
 
And just how many times had he practiced the maneuver?

No, she didn’t want to know.
 
The past didn’t matter.
 
Only the future.
 
A future she hoped included this wonderful man.

And if not?

Well, she’d have the memories of the past week to sustain her as she grew old as Mrs. Roger Hillington.

Chapter Seventeen

A shudder rippled across Adrienne’s body.

“Cold?” Chase asked, his hands back on the sexiest rear-end he’d ever held.

“No.
 
Horny.”

His eyebrow rose at her crude term.
 
Never in a million years had he expected to hear that word cross her lips.

“Where did you hear that word?”

Adrienne smiled like a Cheshire cat.
 
“Well, I have lived with Sheila for the past two-and-a-half months.”

“Enough said.”
 
He chuckled deep in his throat.
 
He kissed her navel, letting his tongue snake into the crevice in a mimic of thrusting he planned to do elsewhere.
 
When he had her so hot for him, she’d explode.