He gyrated his hips against her, hitting her clit through her clothes. “Yeah, I thought about this. Every time we talked, every time I saw you across a room.” He took her nipple between his finger and thumb again and caressed it. “And a hundred times a day when I could only see you in my mind.”
The ecstasy streaking from her breast to her pussy was outrageous. Sweet, heavenly contractions began, and she tipped up her hips to better feel his cock against her clit. The increased pressure flooded her pussy with heat as her climax neared.
“Reno.” He captured her mouth with his, demanding and driving, his need becoming frantic. He moved his hand from her breast to the waistband of her shorts and slid his fingers in, catching her lacy underwear with it.
Wanting to prolong her ecstasy, she pulled away from his kiss and caught her breath while she unbuttoned his shirt and yanked it open. Seeing his muscular pecs and abs, she lost all control and ran her hands over his hot, satiny skin, making circles with her fingers in the auburn hair lightly covering his chest. She leaned forward and bit him on the collarbone.
He cried out. “Oh yeah, baby, I like a little pain.”
She kissed the spot she’d just bitten. “And a little pleasure?” She’d never been so bold with a man. All her inhibitions had packed up and left.
He yanked her shorts and underwear down to the floor then stood and cupped her pussy with his big hand. “A lot of pleasure.”
Her thigh muscles tightened, pushing his hand in closer, his calluses softly abrading her swollen flesh, kicking up her desire and sending her spinning.
His finger eased inside her slick folds then deeper, up into her cunt. “Baby, you’re wet for me, aren’t you?”
The demanding penetration against her over-sensitized flesh started quivers in her core, squeezing against his finger.
His voice rolled deep and thick. “You’re so tight, I can only fit one—”
“More. Please.” Her body shook, so close to orgasm it made her woozy.
He pulled his finger out. “Aw goddamn, woman.” He eased a second finger in, stretching her opening.
Looking into his eyes, everything faded but the sensation of his fingers pumping into her, slowly pushing upward, touching her so intimately her heart double thumped. When he’d fit them completely inside and his hand bumped against her swollen pussy lips, he growled, his teeth bared, his breath heavy.
“Reno.” He pulled his fingers out then sunk them deep into her, again and again.
She shuddered with each plunge and spasmed at each withdrawal until she couldn’t wait another second. Couldn’t hold herself back. “Now, Chase. Please.”
His thumb found her clit, rubbing, circling, bringing her higher, his other hand went to her breast and tweaked her nipple. He looked into her eyes. “Please what, Reno?”
“Please.” She could smell her own musky scent. “I’m close.”
His nostrils flared as he breathed in and out quickly. “I know you are. You’re so wet, my mouth is watering for a taste.” He flicked his tongue over her bottom lip, demonstrating what he intended to do to her clit.
“Later. Now, I need you to keep doing this.” Greedy for release, she pressed her hand on his, over her mound, and rubbed her clit shamelessly against his thumb.
“You want to come, baby? Say it. Say, ‘Make me come, Chase’.”
She loved how he dominated her, freeing her to just feel. “Make me come, Chase.” The words ground out and the instant she said his name, all hell broke loose inside her. She spun into the stars, a cry leaving her throat as she shook uncontrollably. Powerful contractions squeezed deep in her core. A fast but amazing orgasm sent chills through her body while every inch of her skin tingled.
Rolling gently back to awareness, she opened her eyes and smiled at the astonished look on his face. “Chase. You are…” What was he? Talented? Amazing? Was her extreme orgasm the result of finally making love to the man she’d been fantasizing about for two years? Or was it just the tequila? “You are sinful.”
He grinned and eased his fingers from her pussy. Bringing them to his mouth, he stuck his middle finger in and sucked. “Mmm.”
A wave of desire swamped her. She whimpered, and her knees gave out.
He caught her, his hands on her ass. “And you, Reno, are mighty tasty.” He lifted her against him, she flung her arms over his shoulders, and he carried her toward the back room. “Now it’s my turn, baby, and after that, we’re gonna take turns. All night.”
She melted against him, loving the feeling of being completely overpowered by this strong, sexy man. Her shorts and panties caught on her flip-flops, and she fluttered her legs to let everything drop to the floor. Then they were in the bedroom and he set her down, eased her to sit on the bed. She flopped back, completely boneless, her eyes closing in total euphoria.
“Baby, I’ve waited so long to get you in my bed.” He leaned over her and put his hands on the mattress on each side of her breasts. “I may never let you leave.” He kissed her, his lips brushing gently. “Reno,” he whispered against her mouth. “Can you stay awake for a couple more minutes?”
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she took the kiss higher, lapping his tongue with hers then sucking his into her mouth, showing him what she wanted to do to his hard cock. Smiling, she pulled back and looked into his eyes as she skimmed her bare legs up along his thighs to his hips. “Is this awake enough for you?”
He growled. “Reno, I’m gonna fuck you so goddamn hard, you’re gonna feel me all the way up to your tonsils.” He straightened, standing over her. “Get your clothes off, I’m gonna lock the door.” He strode out into the other room.
Her eyes narrowed. Get your clothes off? I’m going to f…She couldn’t even repeat the word. What happened to romantic and passionate and gentle? A chill coursed through her, this time caused by a sickening feeling she may have misjudged him. Crap, she’d just said the words, “making love,” and now he treated her like a hooker? She sat up, her head spun, and a sense of surreal paranoia took hold.
He came back in, tugging his shirt from his arms and threw it on the floor.
His trademark vee chest and narrow abs made her mouth water, but was this just a hookup? Had she fallen into the oldest delusion in the world? Was she the woman who thought the man cared for her, but he only wanted a fast, hot night of sex?
“Baby, you’re still dressed? Come on, let’s get the party started.” He opened the drawer on his nightstand and pulled out a pack of condoms.
She looked into the drawer and was struck nauseous. Boxes and boxes of condoms—at least six different varieties from what she could see—filled the drawer. They were the big boxes too, giant economy size. Oh God, what had she done? She glanced up at him, tears filling her eyes, but he was busy ripping apart a six-pack of extra sensitive. “No, please tell me this isn’t happening.”
Chapter Three
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CHASE FROZE HALFWAY through tearing apart a pack of condoms. Seated on his bed, naked from the waist down, Reno stared up at him, her sweet, amber eyes watering. Was she crying?
She covered her face with her hands and moaned the most heartbreaking sound he’d ever heard.
Dragging himself out of the sexual frenzy he’d worked himself into, he tossed the condoms into the drawer and sat on his heels at her feet. “Baby, what’s wrong?” He put his hands on her bare thighs but she flinched, so he set them beside her on the bed. “What’s going on? Talk to me.”
She dragged her hands down her face and covered her lips with her fingers. “This was a mistake.”
“C’mon Reno, relax. We’ll take it slow.” He was a fucking idiot. He was drunk, as horny as he’d ever been, and he’d turned from seducing her to talking dirty without realizing what he was doing—and who he was doing. His perfect Reno. Shit. He probably scared her half to death. “Baby, we’ll just—”
“We’re done!” Jumping up so fast, she knocked him back on his ass. She wobbled and her head bobbled l
ike she was going to faint, then she stumbled out of the room.
He scrambled to his feet and followed her. “Aw wait, baby—”
She glared at him over her shoulder. “Stop calling me ‘baby’ as if you don’t remember my name.” She stopped and bent over, trying to get her feet into her underwear. Sexy pink undies he hadn’t had time to appreciate. She looked up at him and sucked in a ragged breath. “As if I’m one of your groupies!”
“Groupies? What the hell are you talking about? I don’t have…” He’d really screwed up this time. He took his volume down a few notches. “Reno, you’ve had some to drink, and it’s making you overreact.” He put his hands on her arms. “Let’s sit down for a minute and talk—”
“Don’t!” She jerked away from his touch. “Don’t tell me I’m overreacting.” She tugged up her shorts and jammed her feet into her sandals. “I saw your impressive stock of condoms.” Her voice raised an octave, her face twisting into panic. “Is that enough for the month? Or would that only last you a week?”
Okay, her tantrum came from seeing the boxes that his drummer stuffed in his drawer as a joke months ago. He grinned. “Yeah, it’s not what you think. Just let me explain where—”
His smile seemed to set her off. “Don’t patronize me. I know the kind of life you lead. I read the tabloids.” She heaved out a shaky sigh.
He lost his breath and his heart felt heavy. She read the tabloids? That was what she based her estimate of him on? All these months of talking to her, getting to know her, letting her into his thoughts, and instead of trusting him, she believed a fucking tabloid?
She stumbled to the door and unsuccessfully twisted the latch.
He couldn’t let her go like this. “Don’t leave, Reno. Let’s talk.” He gestured to the bedroom. “At least let me explain about the condoms—”
“Unlock the damn door.” Her voice cracked as she barely held herself together. “Please?” Her voice softened.
The pain radiating through him felt like he’d been gut-punched. She wouldn’t listen to him, she thought he was just another horny musician. Hadn’t he done enough over the last four months to show her who he was? Or was this just her way of keeping herself from getting involved; retreating back to her lonely life in South Dakota. He reached around her and unlocked the door, turned the handle, and swung it open. He wouldn’t force her to listen to his explanation but he’d give it one last try. “Stay with me.”
She looked at him, confusion showing in her eyes at his quiet plea. “Chase, I…” She turned and ran down the stairs and across the sound stage then out the door into the rain.
His chest hurt when he took a full breath. He stepped back and plopped into his chair. “What the hell?” How did he keep everything else in his life running smooth but completely fuck up the most important thing? Reno.
He stuck the cigar in his mouth, picked up his butane lighter, flipped open the cover, and spun the flint. The flame burned hot and he sat watching it. Reno. Sexy woman. He looked down. Still hard as a rock for her. His body ached, his gut still tight and throbbing with desire.
The curly hair hiding her mound had come as an incredible surprise. All the women he knew were trimmed up or bare. The lips of her pussy were hot as lava and slick as cream. She’d come so fast, he was startled. Damn amazed. And her taste, goddamn, it was sweet and a little salty. He wanted to eat her for hours. Then fuck her for hours then let her get a mouthful of him then sleep and start it all over again. He’d planned on the whole weekend with her, but he’d screwed up in a major way.
“Fuck.” He relit the cigar and reached into the cabinet next to him for a glass and his bottle of bourbon. Booze. The only way to forget this shitty night. He grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. Another night alone. He might as well get used to it.
She’d been in his trailer, what, fifteen minutes? Yeah, it didn’t take long for a woman of Reno’s quality to see the kind of a man he was. Smart women figured him out quick. Didn’t he learn his lesson two years ago with Jorjia? Intelligent, gorgeous, showing him off to her friends. Then slamming him down hard, making him feel like shit for having no college degree and worse, no pedigree.
He didn’t think Reno was like that. Smart? Hell yeah. But not a snob. He poured the bourbon, picked up his glass, and swirled it, smelling the woody, caramel liquor, anticipating the oblivion it would bring.
He stared at the bottle. His dad was a drinker, back home in Kentucky. When money had been tight, Chase dropped out of high school and got a job working with his old man as a hand at a horse farm. They’d go out after work and drink their home state’s pride; oak-barrel aged bourbon. And they’d keep drinking until his mom called the bartender and told him to send them home for supper.
That’s when his dad would tell him the story of the woman who got away. She was from blue blood, blue grass, and Thoroughbred horses. He was a laborer, building an addition on her parents’ horse barn. They fell in love anyway. She wanted to give it all up for him, and he wouldn’t let her. He left her and married the first woman who caught his eye.
Chase always said he’d never end up like his dad, married to a woman he didn’t love because he didn’t feel worthy of the woman he did love. Drinking to forget the past that haunted him.
He brought the glass to his lips and stopped. Reno. She was the best thing that ever happened to him. All their long talks at lunch, and while they were sitting around the set. He’d trailed after her like a puppy. Everybody noticed and made smartass comments, but he didn’t give a damn. He liked her, maybe too much, but wasn’t that the way a man should find the one? Liking the girl first?
Now he’d gone and fucked it all up. Treated her bad and made her run. And she wouldn’t come back. Not the way he was. Nothing would change her mind. Unless… He sat up. If he could prove he was a gentleman? Could he convince her to give him another try?
Beautiful, intelligent, sexy Reno. She was worth fighting for.
He took a sip and the bourbon scorched his throat. The scent of it brought his dad’s angry words back to him. The liquor had been strong on the old man’s breath when he’d ordered Chase to stop wasting time plucking at his guitar.
Fuck that shit. He’d proven his dad wrong, and he’d prove Reno wrong, too. He’d show her he was a good guy.
Chase set down his glass and re-corked the bottle. Picking up the cigar, he headed to the bedroom, reached under his bed, and hauled out his old acoustic guitar. He dug a cola out of the fridge, and stepped out onto the “patio.” His old lawn chair creaked as he sat on it.
He tuned up and played the song he wrote for her. When him and the band played it tonight at the wrap party, she didn’t even look his way. “Hmm.” Maybe she didn’t know it was for her. Yeah, well, he would tell her. He’d tell her a hell of a lot more than that, too. Shit, to get another chance with her, he’d rip open his chest and show her his heart, figuratively.
“Miss Reno,” he said around the cigar between his teeth. “Run all you want, but you’re not gettin’ away from me that easy.”
*
CLOSE TO SIX the next evening, Reno dragged herself through the hotel lobby, up the elevator, and down the hall toward her suite. It had been a long day. Even though she’d slept through most of her spa treatments, mentally she still hovered on shaky ground.
Chase had been on the guest list at the studio’s cocktail reception, but he didn’t show up. She was about eighty percent relieved and twenty percent disappointed. She wanted to talk to him, needed to apologize for her behavior.
She bit her lip. The burn of embarrassment gripped her belly again. He may not want to see her, and she couldn’t blame him. Crazy yelling woman, crying and spinning out of control. It had weighed heavily on her and distracted her from the party. People asked if she was all right, and Tracy stuck close to her, picking up the slack in the conversation. Eventually, her friend pulled her into the bathroom and grilled her while voicing concern. Reno just wasn’t ready to talk about it. She might
never be. It was all so depressing.
She dug in her purse for her access card, pulled it out, and glanced down the hall. A man stood in a doorway about ten rooms away. Her breath squeezed out, and her heart beat double-time. Someone in a cowboy hat, jeans, and a black muscle shirt. It was her someone.
Her hands trembled, and she nearly dropped the room card.
Chase stepped out of his suite and the door closed behind him. He strolled along the hallway and stopped close in front of her. “Will you take a drive with me?”
*
CHASE WATCHED RENO slip her room card into her purse. She looked at him for a couple seconds before opening her mouth. “I’d like to talk to you about—”
“Uh uh.” He took her hand, tugging her along with him. “When we get back. I promise.”
“Where are we going? Am I dressed appropriately?” She opened her black coat.
He looked at her slinky red dress, down her long, naked legs to the black fuck-me pumps on her feet, and smiled. “Mmm hmm.”
“Chase. You’re wearing jeans and a muscle shirt.”
“This is LA. No one will bat an eye.”
Her brow lifted and she glared at him as she re-buttoned her coat.
“No, really.” He fought to keep from smiling. “You look fine.”
The evening sun warmed his bare arms as they stepped out of the front door of the hotel. The valet pulled up in the black convertible and Chase helped Reno in, just as he had the few times he’d convinced her to let him drive her from the studio back to the hotel. No stopping for drinks, no cruising along the ocean. Not even an ice cream cone. It had been straight to the hotel, like she was afraid of him or something. He slung into the red leather driver’s seat.
“Will you tell me where we’re going?” She shouted over the roar of the engine as he sprang into traffic.
He smiled at her as he shifted. “One of my favorite places.”
She waited, and when he didn’t say more, she sat back in the seat, quiet.
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