Page 12 of The Wrangler Takes a Wife

“Sure. Thanks.”

Amara returned and placed a glass in front of him and then headed back to the kitchen. She looked over at him with concern, etching her brow, and tilted her head. “Thought you were hungry.”

“I am but was waiting for you.”

“I ate earlier. Go ahead. I have to finish packing things for Jo.”

Chase ate the most delicious chicken salad while he studied her as she moved around her kitchen. She was in her element. What he liked most was she didn’t feel the need to fill the silence. Once he finished his food, he took his plate into the kitchen. She hadn’t heard him approach and gasped, pressing her hand to her chest. He walked past her and placed the plate in the sink.

“I could have done that.” She told him.

“It’s the least I could do. Thank you for lunch. Best chicken salad I ever had.” It wasn’t just idle words he offered her. There was something special about her food.

“You’re welcome.”

Chase wasn’t in a hurry to leave the kitchen and be away from her. “Can I help you with something, Sweet Darling?”

Amara had packed containers and just placed a reusable bag on her counter. He was certain she had everything under control.

“No, thank you.” She pointedly looked at his chair at the table across the room. Chase ignored the hint. Instead, he backed her up against the counter until she was pressed against it.

“Are you certain?”

She raised her eyebrow in response.

“That there isn’t anything I can help you with?” He placed his hands on the counter, bracketing her in. She shook her head as she exhaled. “Mm. Well, there is something you can help me with.” As he spoke, his eyes dipped to her mouth. Her lips were slightly parted. Something shiny coated them, and all he wanted to do was lick it off.

Chase lowered his head slowly. Giving her enough time to stop him. When she didn’t, he pressed his lips to hers. The kiss was gentle at first, but quickly deepened as his tongue stroked against hers in a slow, deliberate dance. He moved one hand to grasp her nape. His thumb brushed against her pulse. Her moan reverberated against his tongue. Chase closed the small gap between them. The swell of her breast pressed against his body. God, she felt good. He wanted more. His hands caressed her curves… her hips. Then dipped beneath her skirt, caressing her velvety smooth thighs. He groaned as she whimpered at his touch.

It was difficult enough trying to hold on to his control when it was just him touching her. However, the moment he felt her hands grip his shoulders, it snapped. His hardened length jumped. Amara squeaked in response. Things were going further than he intended. Chase needed to check in with her before hegot too caught up. He ended the kiss. As he stared into her eyes, he saw everything he needed to know. Amara wanted him as much as he wanted her.

She squealed in surprise as he lifted her onto the counter. His hands remained on her hips. He stepped in between her parted legs, filling the space. She looked down, hiding his view of her dark orbs. To get her attention, he squeezed her hips. “Tell me you want this.”

She nodded. “No.” He lifted her chin. “I want to hear you say it.”

“Yes.”

Almost before she could finish the word, he kissed her fiercely. Chase couldn’t remember the last time he wanted someone as badly as he wanted Amara. She melted into the kiss, her arms wrapping around his neck as she pulled him closer. He fed off her passion.

The heat of her thighs surrounded his legs. He could feel the warmth radiating between them, creating an intimate cocoon. Seeking more. In a gentle motion, his hand moved upward between her inner thighs until he reached the apex. He explored her covered mound. She was wet. Wet for him. Pleasure strummed inside him. The sweetest sounds emanated from her as he teased her protruding pearl. Her moan traveled through his body, straight to his cock.

Their connection was intense, an undeniable force that seemed to draw them closer with every touch. The power of their chemistry was palpable, leaving him breathless and craving even more of her. She rocked forward into his touch.

Chase needed to see her face. Seeing her face contorted from passion made stopping the kiss worthwhile. God, she wasbeautiful. His touch concentrated on her hardened pearl. She was drawing closer to climax. There was such soft panting from her as her lips parted.

A loud peel sliced the air.

“What the fuck was that?” Chase’s head snapped up.

“The doorbell. Oh, shit.” Amara pushed at him. He didn’t budge.

“Move,” she whispered with venom. He had barely gotten out of the way when she slid off the counter.

“Coming!” she called out as she headed to the door.

Chapter Six

Chase

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