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“Sexy. You don’t even have to try like other girls do. You just are.”

  “Screw that. Your bullshit lines won’t work on me. I’m about as sexy as the damn coffee table.”

  Chase laughed. “Shit, you’re wound up tight.” He’d managed to inch close enough so that his leg was against my leg. He tugged on a curly strand of my hair. I could have risen from the couch, kicked him in the shin and ordered him out of my apartment. Instead I let him touch my thigh and move higher.

  “So you liked it, huh?”

  “I lied. I didn’t like it at all.”

  He moved his hand under my chin and turned my head in his direction. His expression was serious. “Stephanie, do you have any idea how fucking hard I am right now?”

  Every word in the English language flew out of my head. Chase’s other hand was all the way up my thigh. I felt my legs open slightly and he nudged them apart further, cupping me with such sudden surety that my breathing shuddered to a halt. He massaged, his thumb pushing.

  “Do you want to find out?” he said quietly. “I’ll show you, honey. I’ll show you over and over.”

  My body had completely betrayed me. My hips were thrusting slightly to meet the touch of his hand and the ache between my legs silenced every thought in my head. I felt myself nodding.

  Chase kissed me. He teased when he kissed, running his lips over mine gently, barely skimming me with his tongue. Then he suddenly moved his hand behind my neck and pulled me against him with brute force. I knew I was kissing him back just as urgently. I wanted it just as much as he did, maybe more. Chase stopped long enough to rise from the couch and lift me into his arms. I fit there nicely.

  “Which one’s yours?” he asked, stopping in the hallway beyond the kitchen.

  I pointed to my bedroom and Chase kicked the door closed behind us. He set me down and immediately pulled off his shirt. I stared. He was a god. An absolute fucking god. He knew it too, pulling down his pants without hesitation so that he stood there in only his underwear. He reached for me and there was nothing mocking about his manner anymore.

  “Take it off,” he demanded, yanking on the bottom of my shirt.

  I held back, crossing my arms in front of me. Chase was looking at me oddly.

  Why couldn’t I do this right? Why couldn’t I just strip my clothes off, open my legs and enjoy the hell out of this? I wanted to.

  “Hey,” Chase said softly, pulling me close. “There’s no rush here. We can take it slow.” He held me against his body, his strong arms around my back. I could feel him between my legs, hard and ready.

  He watched my face as his hands crept slowly underneath my shirt. When he started to lift it I slowly raised my arms so it would go neatly over my head. Chase groaned.

  “Damn, you’re pretty.” He pushed me gently back on the bed. I was still wearing my plain cotton bra. “Now,” he smiled, pulling down the straps. “You need to finally let me see the rest of you.”

  I bit my lip, sitting up on my elbows. “Not much there, I’m afraid.”

  He unhooked my bra and groaned again. “Bullshit, baby. I’m gonna suck the hell out of those sweet little tits.” He went to one breast and then the other, playing his tongue over the nipples until they were both at attention. My hands went tentatively to his head and then down his back. Chase was just about perfect looking. The sight of his broad, muscled shoulders under my hands, not to mention his mouth on my breasts, made the ache between my legs pulse almost unbearably. I’d never wanted anyone this bad. He moved to my mouth and kissed me for a long time while he positioned himself between my legs, sliding my jeans down and pushing against the flimsy barrier of my underpants, lightly, and then more firmly. He had shed his boxers and my panties were the only thing between us at this point. He was getting more aggressive, pinning me down, losing himself to his own lust.

  “You’re so goddamn gorgeous,” he said, pushing against me harder. “And I already know how wet I make you. Fuck, it’s gonna feel so good.”

  “Yes,” I whispered, barely able to breathe.

  His hot breath was on my neck. His voice was raw and impossibly seductive. “Yes what, sweetheart? You want me to fuck you?”

  I wrapped my legs all the way around his waist, trying to pull him closer. “Yes!”

  “I’m gonna, Steph. I’m gonna make you come until you can’t remember what year it is.” I felt his hands easing my panties down and I bucked underneath him. I couldn’t help it. In a minute I would start begging.

  “Chase,” I moaned, “now.”

  “In a second, honey.”

  I was ready to force him inside me if that’s what it took for some relief. I glanced down and saw he was rolling on a condom. He smiled when he saw me looking. Then he pushed his hands underneath me, lifting my hips. He paused, the huge length of him pressed teasingly against me until I whimpered with frustration. He slid inside slowly and deliberately as I spread my legs wider to take all of him in.

  Chase moved his hands to brace himself on the bed as he got inside of me. He started slow, pushing all the way in and then nearly withdrawing. I’d been staring at his chest, his broad, beautiful chest with Latin words tattooed across it.

  “Look at me, Stephanie,” he said and it wasn’t a request. The sheer command in his voice sent a shudder rolling through me and I wanted him to push hard again. I wanted him to push so hard that I screamed from the shock of it.

  “That’s a girl,” he whispered and his blue eyes were no longer playful. Chase Gentry wanted something bad and he wanted it from me. “You’ve been thinking about it, huh?”

  “What?” I gasped, wishing he would just hurry and move faster.

  He didn’t smile. The cheerful clown who grabbed girls’ asses and made filthy jokes was gone. I’d seen this intensity in Chase once before, the last time I was underneath him.

  “Me, Steph. You’ve been thinking about me.” He suddenly grabbed my arms and held them on either side of me, encircling my wrists with his large hands. Chase was strong. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me but it was an intentional show of force. It was Chase letting me know he was in control. He pushed himself in another inch and I arched my back, trying to get him to reach the place that desperately wanted to be satisfied. He wasn’t done hearing what he wanted to hear though. “I want you to say it. Admit it right now, Stephanie, and I’ll give you what you want.”

  That stopped me. No matter how badly I wanted to feel the same crashing ecstasy I’d found with him before, Chase was dead wrong if he thought he could rule me so easily. No fucking way.

  His eyes flickered with surprise at my sudden glare and he pulled back a little.

  “You want to stop?” he asked and looked confused. He was still halfway inside me. I wanted him so much.

  “No,” I said, trying to loosen my arms from his grip. “I don’t want to stop. But I’m not a damn game, Chase.”

  His face softened and he kissed me. “I know you’re not, Steph.”

  Then he moved his hands underneath me again and lifted my body. His next thrust was all the way in and I cried out, my hands clutching his shoulders and my legs tightening around him.

  Chase kissed my neck. “Just tell me how good it feels, sweetheart.” He was pumping hard, keeping up a steady rhythm that pushed me higher and higher. “Come on, tell me.”

  “Dammit Chase, yes it feels good!”

  “And no one’s ever fucked you like this.”

  “No, never.”

  “Say it. No one’s ever made you come before.”

  “No! Only you’ve ever made me come. Chase! Oh god, I think I’m coming now.”

  “Yeah you are. I can feel you. Let it go, baby. Fuck, you don’t know how hot you look.”

  I was shattering. My eyes were closed and I bit down sharply on my lip when I heard the noise I was making. Chase quickened to a frenetic pace and stopped talking. He let out an intense groan and held me so tightly I was sure we wouldn’t ever be able to separate. I could feel the involuntary spasms wracking
his body and I wrapped my limbs around him, trying to squeeze every ounce of pleasure out of it. He gave one final, fierce thrust and then lowered his head to my shoulder.

  “Steph,” he whispered, finally rolling off. I was aware that he was doing something with the condom but I kept my head turned away. He reached over to the garbage pail next to my desk before falling on top of me again. He laughed.

  I tried to shove him but he wouldn’t budge. “What the hell is so funny? And shit, you’re heavy!”

  “All muscle, baby,” he boasted, flexing.

  “Jerk.”

  “Ah, but a jerk who can make you come. The only jerk who can make you come.”

  “Damn you! Would you stop saying that?”

  “Why? It’s true.”

  He was too disgustingly proud of himself. That shit-eating wiseass grin was back on his face as he loomed over me.

  “Let me up,” I grumbled.

  He acted like he didn’t even hear me. “Let’s take a shower.”

  “What?”

  “Yeah,” he nodded. “A shower. Come on, we’re all sweaty and I want to look at you some more. Then we’ll come back in here and you’ll come and I’ll come or maybe we’ll come together.”

  I grabbed at the blankets. I wanted to cover myself but he wouldn’t let me.

  “Or we can have nasty, filthy shower sex.” He propped himself up on one elbow and idly ran his hand over my bare chest. “You ever fuck in the shower?” He shook his head and answered his own question. “Nah, you haven’t. Hell, I can’t wait to get all creative with you. I have a pretty vivid imagination and there’s not a lot I haven’t tried. Just think of me as your teacher.”

  “Shut up.”

  He was instantly solemn. “I was only messing with you, Steph.”

  “No,” I hissed. “I mean you need to shut up! Truly’s home.”

  It sounded like she was in the kitchen. I could hear her talking to Dolly.

  “What’s the matter, sweet girl? You just need a little love?”

  “I need a little love,” grumbled a low, cranky voice. When Chase heard it he started shaking with silent laughter. The voice in question belonged to Creed.

  “I gave you some love not an hour ago,” Truly answered but I could hear the smile in her tone.

  “Then just flash your tits and I’ll let you off the hook.”

  The naked idiot next to me was laughing so hard he was turning purple.

  “Well, maybe I don’t want to be off the hook,” Truly purred and I figured they were only seconds away from having at each other again. The apartment wasn’t big and the walls weren’t thick so this was the point I would usually turn on some music and listen to something less X-rated.

  Chase, however, was delighted. He pulled at my arm. “Let’s go watch.”

  “What?” I half whispered, half screamed. “You’re a sick son of a bitch.”

  “Think of it as free porn.” He started to climb out of bed. I hadn’t said a word to Truly about what happened in Vegas and I didn’t want to answer questions about it now. I certainly didn’t want to awkwardly explain the presence of Chase Gentry in my bedroom in the middle of the afternoon. Chase winked at me and acted like he was going to roll off the bed and stroll through my bedroom door in his birthday suit. I pulled him back but he seemed to like that too much. He laughed harder and wrestled with me even though it wasn’t much of a contest since it would likely take four of me to defeat one of him. I didn’t notice how close to the edge of the bed I was until I rolled right off it, taking him with me. We landed with a loud thud and my hand hit the floor hard when I tried to break my fall. I grimaced as a flash of pain shot through my left wrist.

  “Steph?” Truly called. She was right on the other side of the door.

  “It’s fine!” I shouted. “I mean, I’m fine. I was just moving furniture.”

  Chase decided to use this opportunity to fasten his mouth to my breasts.

  “Let’s go,” Creed suddenly spoke up in a gruff voice.

  I put my hands on Chase’s shoulders and tried to half-heartedly push him away. That only made him suck harder.

  Truly was confused. “Go? We just got here.”

  “Your damn cat’s staring at me again. Let’s go to my place.”

  “We just came from your place.”

  “I want to go back.”

  “Creedence, what in the hell are you going on about?”

  Creed must have grown tired of arguing and decided to use another form of persuasion. I heard soft noises and no further protests from Truly.

  “All right,” she said, a little breathlessly. She knocked on the door once more. “You want to come out tonight?”

  “No,” I called.

  “Yes,” Chase whispered, taking his mouth off my breasts and covering me with his body. “You want to come tonight.”

  I waited until I was sure Truly and Creed had left the apartment before I cursed and shoved Chase.

  “Seriously, get the fuck off!”

  “Sure, I could get off again,” he joked but after I threw him a murderous look he rolled his eyes and eased his weight off me.

  I grabbed a blanket from the bed and wrapped it around myself.

  Chase was staring at me. “What’s wrong?”

  I snapped at him. “For a smart guy you’re denser than shit. Can you really not understand why I don’t want to advertise what we just did?”

  Chase pulled on his jeans. “Quit screaming at me, lady. I meant what the hell is wrong with your hand?”

  I was holding my left wrist with my right hand. It was already swelling. “Nothing. I have fat wrists.”

  He smiled vaguely. “Let me see.” Before I could consent he was gently pulling my arm and examining my wrist. I gritted my teeth as he lightly pressed the joint and bent it carefully. “It’s not broken,” he said with confidence.

  “Thank you, Dr. Chase.”

  Then, just when I was obscenely irritated with him, he did something a little bit sweet to make me think he might not be a complete douchebag. Chase held my eye as he lightly brushed my swollen wrist with his lips.

  “I’ll get you some ice,” he said and wandered off to the kitchen. I heard him opening the freezer and making a lot of noise. I felt really stupid with nothing but a sheet around me so I started frantically pulling on my clothes. Chase walked back into the room just as I was trying to shimmy back into my shirt. I thought he was going to say something rude and dirty but he just held up an ice pack he’d made out of a dishtowel. He grinned.

  “Sorry. Sex with me doesn’t usually end with bodily injury.”

  “No?” I winced, carefully pressing the ice pack against my wrist.

  Chase shrugged and sat down on the bed. “Unless you count a sore pussy. How’s yours feeling by the way?”

  “Why the hell do you have to do that?”

  “What?”

  “Be all vulgar and shit.”

  He laughed for a long time. “Who are you kidding? You’re twice as vulgar without breaking a sweat.”

  “I’m not vulgar. I just curse a lot. You’re downright offensive.”

  Chase was enjoying this. “Did I offend you? When?”

  “Never mind. You didn’t. I love hearing about all the vaginas you’ve conquered with your battering ram.”

  “I wasn’t talking about all of them, sweetheart. I was only talking about yours.”

  How the hell do you manage to get me so hot and so mortified all in the same goddamn hour?

  Chase followed me when I stalked into the living room.

  “What do you want to do tonight?” he yawned, stretching.

  I flopped on the couch and held the ice against my wrist. “Are we going steady or something?”

  He sat down next to me. “No. But I like you.” His hand went confidently to my knee. “I want to take you out, Steph. It’s time.”

  I stared at his hand as it rested on my knee. I couldn’t picture it, couldn’t imagine getting dressed up and
sitting across a table from Chase Gentry, eating breadsticks and discussing local politics or whatever the hell people did when they went out.

  “I can’t,” I said. “I’ve got too much studying.”

  Chase took his hand off my knee. He stared at me. The look on his face was almost hurt but I figured he could fake that pretty easily. I knew damn well how many girls he had swarming around him. If he was lonely he could go snatch one of them by the hair and drag her off to his cave.

  He tried to smile. “Look, I won’t give you anymore shit. Won’t even try to fuck you again. We can talk about psychology or sports or the economic instability of the global market.” Chase gently reached under my chin. “I swear I can be a nice guy.”

  I remembered this afternoon and the way that girl had been holding him close, smiling up at him. “No you can’t,” I shot back and was immediately sorry. He turned away, but not before I saw that I’d wounded him. I still didn’t know why. What did it matter to Chase Gentry what I thought? He was a dirty dog if there ever was one.

  No, it was only his pride that was wounded. He was too damn used to getting what he wanted.

  “Have it your way,” he said shortly and got to his feet. He shouldered his backpack and left without looking back.

  I sat there for a long time in silence and felt like shit. My hand throbbed, melting ice was leaking all over my lap, and I couldn’t shake the memory of Chase’s body, his mouth, his hands.

  But none of that mattered. What mattered was the persistent thought in my head.

  What if I’m wrong about him?

  CHAPTER TEN

  Chase

  Goddamn that girl.

  I almost flipped my shit when Stephanie said out loud that I’d given her the best sex of her life. Of course, she’d only admitted that right after she’d scared the crap out of me when she hinted that I’d been the first to break her in. I nearly shouted with relief when she said otherwise. I hadn’t been anyone’s first in quite a while and I wouldn’t have done her like that in Vegas if I’d thought she was a virgin.

  Fuck yeah I would have.

  No. I stopped in my tracks and forced the thought away. I may have enough trashy Gentry in me to lose complete track of the notches in my belt but getting clean this past month had made me reevaluate a few things. I didn’t want to be the kind of dipshit who plowed through the barrier and then took off. And I sure as hell didn’t want to wrong a girl I grudgingly liked, even if I was baffled about why the hell I liked her.