A relationship with Chase would be a distraction she didn't need. Somehow she was going to have avoid him for the next week, and find a place to live fast. Or at least avoid being alone with him. Because Jenny knew with one smile the man could have her panting for more. If he turned on the charm, she was a goner for sure.
Pulling on the clothes at the foot of the bed, Jenny walked to the dresser and put her hair up in a ponytail, then opened the bedroom door. The sight that greeted her had her mouth watering for more than breakfast.
Chase stood at the stove in red swim trunks, with a white barbecue apron tied around his waist, the only thing blocking her view of his fabulous body. His hair was wet and slicked back and he had a day's growth of beard on his jaw. He looked like a male dancer who's character was that of a bad boy chef.
Glancing back over his shoulder, he gave her one of those smiles, and her knees wobbled. He definitely wasn't playing fair.
"Morning, beautiful," he said in that sexy drawl and heat, not from the stove, made beads of sweat break out on her forehead.
Jenny blinked and swallowed a couple of times, then found her voice. "Been swimming?"
He picked up the pan from the stove and slid fluffy scrambled eggs onto a platter. "Yeah, I've been up a while. I swim every morning," he told her with another lopsided grin and a shrug.
No damned wonder he looked like something out of a male fitness magazine, she thought.
Led by her nose, Jenny stumbled forward and told him, "Um, that smells delicious..."
She sounded like an airhead she knew, but she couldn't help it. Between having another demonstration of his cooking abilities, and having him stand there in swim trunks cooking for her, her brain was as scrambled as those eggs.
"Sit down and let me spoil you," he told her and turned to put plates and silverware on the table. Definitely not playing fair.
"Chase, really, you didn't have to do this...I usually just do a bagel or toast in the morning. Coffee is my mainstay." she said and slid into a chair.
"The way to a woman's heart is through her stomach, or so Maria tells me," he replied with a chuckle. "She insisted on teaching me to cook, so I didn't starve out here."
He reached up into the cabinet beside the sink and Jenny's eyes were magnetically drawn to his world class butt. It was amazingly displayed in the tight swim trunks, as were the back of his magnificent long legs. His defined back muscles flexed enticingly when he leaned in to pull down a coffee mug. Jenny curled her fingers into her hands, because they itched to explore both. A few beads of water still remained on the smooth skin at his shoulders and she wanted nothing more than to walk over there and lick them off.
Beau had a beautiful body, fit and strong, but Chase took that to an entirely different level. She'd never been around anyone so physically perfect, and it was kind of intimidating. He had sex appeal in spades and she was digging herself a deep hole by appreciating it.
To distract herself, she told him, "You're only a quarter mile from the main house, it's not like the wilds of Texas or anything."
"Yeah, but she thinks it is...I don't venture up there very often. I like my own space." His smile faded a little as he poured a cup of coffee and handed it to her. "Coffee or sugar?" Jenny shook her head and took a sip of the strong brew.
She imagined he was thinking of the drama yesterday and his decision to move. He didn't say anything though, he just reached for the platter of eggs and bacon on the counter and put it in the center of the heavy wooden breakfast table.
"Biscuits are in the oven...they're canned, so don't expect anything special."
"This is special," Jenny waved her hand around and told him with a soft smile. "Thanks for breakfast...nobody cooked for me before you came along. It's kind of sexy," she told him with a grin, then picked up the serving spoon and filled her plate.
"Oh, yeah?" he said seemingly surprised. His beautiful smile reappeared, then he told her, "Well, I like to cook, so get used to it." He sat down in the seat across from her and filled his own plate.
That was the trouble here, she could definitely get used to being with Chase Rhodes.
"Did Terri and Joel leave?" she asked curiously then forked up a bite of the delicious, fluffy eggs into her mouth. "Mmm...these are heavenly," she complimented as her taste buds found peppery and cheesy nirvana.
Heat filled his eyes and he studied her intently, then cleared his throat. "Yeah, they left right after I got up..." His eyes sparkled curiously then his lips kicked up in a wry smile, before he finished, "Funny thing, though...they both came out of the same bedroom this morning, and they left real quick."
Jenny's fork halted midway to her mouth and she groaned. She would have to call Terri and get the scoop, make sure she was okay.
Jenny glanced up at him and asked hopefully, "You short on beds over there?"
"Nope, have four of them..." Chase replied and popped a piece of bacon into his mouth, before standing to walk to the oven. He put on an oven mitt and opened the oven door then pulled out a tray of perfectly browned biscuits, which he brought back to the table.
"Think maybe they were up all night talking?" she suggested with a lifted brow.
He stopped beside the table then smirked and said, "If they were talking, it's definitely the kind of conversation I want to have with you..."
Heat surged up her neck and baked her face as need shot through her. She needed to get the hell away from this sexually frustrating man--fast.
"So, can I borrow a truck to go house hunting today?" she asked abruptly and picked up a biscuit to butter it.
He watched her movements then his gaze locked on her lips and he said, "No, we're going together. I made an appointment with a Realtor later this afternoon."
His eyes moved to hers and slowly, he walked around the table until he stood beside her chair. The palpable electricity, which was always there between them, sizzled through her body.
"Feel it?" he asked in a low intimate tone. She nodded, because the heady sexual current was undeniable. Moisture flowed down her body and settled south, and the biscuit fell from her fingers and landed on the plate. Gently, he tugged her out of the chair then pulled her to him as his mouth descended toward hers.
A sigh of surrender escaped her lips and her hands moved to his shoulders right before his mouth closed over hers. Running her palms over the smooth skin she'd craved touching again for a week, Jenny wound her arms around his neck and tilted her head to deepen the kiss. His hands moved to her hips, and his long fingers squeezed her before he pulled her firmly against him and moaned.
Chase licked, sucked and worshipped her mouth, inciting a response in her body she couldn't control. Her heart was pounding, her nipples were aching and at attention and her blood felt like it was fire in her veins.
With a moan, Jenny pressed herself against him. It wasn't a good idea to do this again, but her body disagreed, so she kissed him back just fiercely as he was kissing her. Circling her hips against his, she felt him harden, long and thick at her lower abdomen. She wanted to feel him inside of her, ached for it. Her tongue found his and demonstrated to him what she wanted in an erotic dance that ramped up the throbbing at her center. If she crawled inside of him, she didn't think it would be close enough to satisfy her.
There was no getting around it, she was going to sleep with Chase Rhodes again, and she was going to like it. Love it. Just so she didn't let herself fall into the trap of loving him, which would be too easy to do if she wasn't careful, maybe they could just get this crazy thing they had out of their system and move on. So far denying it hadn't worked, maybe indulging it was the better answer, as he'd suggested.
Chase slid his hands up her sides and underneath her t-shirt, and Jenny felt his touch all the way to her toes. When he moved his hands higher, up toward her breasts, she mewled her pleasure and leaned into his touch. He dragged his lips from hers and kissed down her cheek to her throat, then along her collarbone, as his thumbs swept over her nipples, once, twic
e, then again before he pinched them. Jenny shouted her pleasure as darts of fire shot through her. He stood then pushed her t-shirt over her head and dropped it to the floor.
His eyes raked from her face, down her neck and across her chest until they locked onto her breasts. Leaning down, he kissed the top of each, then murmured against her skin, "You are so beautiful, darlin'," before he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth through her bra and nipped it.
Jenny gasped and grabbed his head in her hands then begged, "Please, Chase..." running her calf along his thigh.
Chase straightened then grabbed her leg, pulling her to him to place the head of his erection right where she needed him. "Please what, baby?" he drawled near her ear, his hot breath teasing her hair.
Instead of answering, she rubbed herself against his hardness and he sucked in a breath through his teeth, his fingers digging into her skin. The tension ramped up inside of Jenny and she moved faster against him, feeling herself heading for a peak. She was panting and so close to bliss, when Chase pushed her away from him, breathing hard. She stepped forward and caressed him through his swimsuit, and he groaned covering her hand with his. "If you don't stop that, I'm gonna finish before we get started," he told her gruffly.
Chase grabbed her hand and dragged her toward the bedroom. Right inside the door, he stopped and yanked on the thin straps at her hips and her panties floated to the floor. Excitement zipped through her and Jenny grabbed his swim trunks then shoved them down, kneeling as she pushed them to his ankles. He stepped out of them and she looked up at him licking her lips. With a groan, he threw his head back and shut his eyes, holding the sides of her head with his hands. A muscle worked at his jaw when she took him into her mouth and swirled her tongue around him.
As Jenny moved her mouth over him, working in time with her hand, he gently rocked his hips with her rhythm, until a tremor passed through his body. His fingers tightened in her hair and he pulled her up to him, then closed his mouth over hers.
When he pulled back, his breathing was as erratic as the pulse she saw beating at the side of his neck. "Enough, sugar..." he said in a gravelly voice then dragged her to the bed and with a gentle push she landed on the bed with a bounce.
A mischievous grin spread across his handsome face as he knelt between her legs. "Your turn, sweetheart," he told her then shoved her thighs wider and bent down to lick his way up her inner thigh, easing his arms beneath her thighs to lift her up to him.
The tender skin of her inner thighs connected with his beard-stubbled cheeks and she gasped as the strange sensation sent fire spiraling up to her core. The first lick of his tongue had her trying to scoot away from him, but he held her firmly and repeated the motion.
"Relax, baby..." he murmured, his hot breath teasing over her, as he rubbed his cheek against her inner thigh once more, before circling her with his tongue.
When Chase moved lower and his tongue darted inside of her, Jenny screamed, her hips lifting off of the bed. as a climax nearly took her. With a frantic mewl, she slammed back against bed gripping the sheets, and tossing her head from side, seized by pleasure so intense she felt like she might pass out.
His talented tongue moved upward in one stroke and then he sucked her bud into his mouth. An orgasm slammed into her and calling out his name, Jenny splintered into a million pieces. Her body vibrated violently and Chase anchored her continuing his sensual torture until the last tremor had left her.
Stunned, Jenny laid there a minute panting, trying to regain her senses. Her limbs felt like rubber, and her heart was beating so fast she felt like she'd run a marathon. When she settled, she whispered weakly, "Good god, are you trying to kill me?"
His chuckle rumbled against her thigh, before he kissed her there then rolled to lay beside her. "Helluva way to go, huh?"
Jenny huffed out a breath then tried to corral her stampeding heart.
"That was just an appetizer to take the edge off," he told her with a wink and a grin.
Jenny moaned and threw her arm over her eyes. He pulled it off and laid it up beside her ear, then his mouth closed over her nipple and he sucked hard then circled it with his tongue. He let it go with a pop then said, "You taste so damned good..."
Running his hand over her stomach, he moved toward the apex of her thighs, then slipped his fingers between her legs and inserted one long finger inside. Jenny gasped and lifted her hips toward his hand.
"Ahh, so wet and ready...I can't wait to feel you around me," he groaned then rolled away for her and reached for the top drawer of the bedside table.
When he rolled back over, Jenny sat up and jerked the packet from his fingers tearing it open with her teeth.
"Playtime is over," she told him and pushed him back to the bed and straddled him.
"Yes, ma'am..." he told her with a grin that made her wetter than she was. She rolled the condom onto his erection then scooted up and lifted herself on top of him.
Closing her eyes she eased herself down on him a few inches and moaned, closing her eyes to savor the stretching sensation of having him inside of her. Slowly, she eased down to take all of him, and he sucked in a sharp breath, then put his hands on her hips and squeezed.
In one swift motion, he flipped her on her back, lifted her leg then buried himself inside of her with a groan. His body trembled with the effort he was evidently exerting to go slowly.
"I don't think I can go slow this time, baby..." he said in a strained voice.
"So don't," she told him then dug her heels into the mattress and lifted up toward him. She wanted him fast and furious too, deep inside of her, the friction of their bodies driving her over the edge to oblivion.
With a growl, he put his hands under her and lifted her up then pulled out of her and eased back in slowly. "Amazing," he said in a harsh whisper and did it again.
"Faster," Jenny panted and rotated her hips to increase the friction and pace. Her inner muscles clutched him, and she felt another orgasm building.
His fingers gripped her butt and he increased his pace, driving deeper into her and harder, his breathing ragged and beads of sweat on his forehead. Jenny clamped her legs around him and met him stroke for stroke, wanting more and more of him.
"Oh, god yes, that's it," she screamed when he shortened his strokes and increased the speed, then angled down and hit a spot that sent her spiraling into another mind-blowing orgasm. Whimpering, she clutched his shoulders as every muscle in her body tensed and she rode out the ecstasy that seized her.
"That's it, baby," he told her gruffly, then when she heaved a long sigh, he increased his pace and buried himself inside of her over and over, until he roared his own release.
He opened his clear blue eyes and looked down into hers. "Jenny, you rocked my world, sweetheart...again," he told her then grinned and huffed a breath, before moving to her side and pulling her into his arms.
Jenny slid a thigh across his and put her arm over his chest, snuggling her face into his neck. When the sexual haze cleared from her brain though, a sudden realization hit her and Jenny's heart tweaked in her chest. "You have sex out here often?"
Chase looked down at her and frowned. "No, why?"
"You knew exactly where those condoms were in the drawer, so you either left them here from a previous, um, encounter, or you put them there because you knew I would be here," she said flatly.
The charming man who'd just blown the top off of her head with not one, but two explosive orgasms was a player. He'd learned those tricks of his somewhere, and he was so smooth it was real easy to forget that fact.
"Jenny, I'm not a virgin, or a monk, but that drawer is always stocked with condoms. I've known that since I was a teenager. Believe this or not, Maria puts them in there to make sure we're protected. Joel knows it too. Even though we're grown now, she still does it."
Maria must know he was a hound dog too, Jenny thought, and that's why she still kept it stocked. She pulled away from him and went to sit up. It wasn't the green monst
er that was making her queasy, it was the fact that she'd forgotten that Chase Rhodes had a harem.
The women who'd been calling him constantly, while he was at her apartment, including Jazzie Ramos, Beau's new girlfriend, were members. He'd probably brought her here...maybe even cooked her breakfast too. The thought increased the swirling in her stomach. Those women might be married now, but they weren't always married. And obviously, they still cared about him.
"I think you better leave," she said and tried to scoot away from him. "We need to get ready to go meet the Realtor." Jenny wanted to get out of this house, and get Chase out of her personal life as soon as possible. Until she found a place of her own, that would be impossible. He was a weakness for her, she knew that now....there'd be no resisting him as long as he was in close proximity.
Chase grabbed her arm and pulled her back down, then wrapped his arms around her tightly, and growled near her ear, "I told you I'm not a player, Jenny. What will it take for you to believe me? A sworn statement from my mother?"
Jenny groaned, because that was another thing she'd forgotten...he was a mama's boy. He still lived here because it would upset his mother if he moved. Yeah he said he was going to move, had stood up to her about her interference in his life, but the proof was in the doing.
Those two traits weren't very desirable in someone she was having a relationship with. Hell, who was she kidding? There was no relationship, it was sex--incredible sex--nothing more. And although both times, her world had tilted on its axis, Jenny wasn't going to let it happen again if she could help herself. She had no desire to be one of a number, or stand in line for a man's attention.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Chase was still trying to figure out where it had all gone to shit. He and Jenny had been hotter than coals in a campfire for each other one minute, then the next she was accusing him of being a man whore. Nothing could be farther from the truth. Truth be told, Chase hadn't had sex in six months, before her. He hadn't had a relationship in twice that long, not for the lack of trying for sure. But it didn't look like she was going to believe that.
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