Page 20 of The Wrangler Takes a Wife

“How long?”

“I noticed after we had been driving for thirty minutes.”

“Sorry. I had an early morning.”

“On your day off?”

Amara wrinkled her nose. “I really should get inside.”

“I’ll walk you to your door and make sure you get inside safely.”

Chase took her hand as he helped her out of the truck and didn’t let go until they stood on her doorstep. By then, the sleep had faded, and Amara was back to being her charming self.

“Can I have my hand back so I can open the door, please?”

He was in a good mood and didn’t mention she could have asked as they walked, but he let her have her moment. She unlocked the door but stopped short of opening it when he pressed his hand to the small of her back. The moment she turned her head, his attention was immediately drawn to her heart-shaped lips with their full, pouty bottom. Temptation seized him. God, was he tempted. However, Chase knew kissing was far too much temptation. “Get inside,” he instructed as he opened the door for her.

To his surprise, she did what she was told, without so much as a glib comment. She stepped through the threshold and turned and flicked on the light.

“Go—”

Amara cut him off. “Wait,” she said, pressing her hand to his chest. He could feel the heat through his shirt. “Thank you for tonight. It was nice.” Standing straighter, she asked, “would you like to come in?”

“Nope. It isn’t a good idea.” Minutes ago, she was fast asleep in his truck. She was tuckered out. If she let him in, the last thing she’d be doing was getting rest.

Amara inclined her head. “Why isn’t it a good idea?” she challenged.

“You slept the entire way back. You’re tired.” Chase was giving her an out. Why? He couldn’t say because all he wanted to do was bury himself inside her.

Nibbling her bottom lip, she asked, “then wouldn’t that mean I’m well rested?”

“Well, you have a point,” he said, entering her home and closing the door behind him. Despite the need he felt strumming inside, he took a moment to lock the door. Then worked his boots off. Barefoot, she headed to the kitchen.

“Can I get you something to drink?”

“No.” He shook his head, although her back was to him. Chase didn’t want to waste time with a drink he didn’t want. Not when all he wanted was to get his hands on her. “Come here,” he ordered. She stopped in her tracks, then spun on her heel.

“Say, please.” Amara arched her eyebrow and placed her hands on her hips. Her stance was no-nonsense, challenging him.

“Now.” Chase took a few steps forward. “See, I’m making it easier for you.”

She gave a saccharine smile. Then took equal steps back. “You didn’t say please.”

Chase knew what battles to concede. The primary objective was to get her in his arms. “Now… please.”

As she sauntered towards him, her hips swayed, mesmerisingly. He shortened her arrival. Once she was in arm’s reach, hesnaked out his hands and pulled her flush against him. Amara smiled at him.

“What the hell? Did you think I was taking too long?”

“Yeah. I’ve been waiting to have you back in my arms since we were interrupted early.” It was the only warning he gave as he lowered his head and kissed her. The kiss was primal. It was passionate and intense, and the surrounding air seemed to crackle with electricity. It wasn’t enough. One hand grasped her nape. The sound of her moan turned his cock to granite. His hand slipped beneath her dress, squeezing her ass. She ground against his length.

It was all he could take. Pulling away from the kiss, he requested she take him to her room. His voice was gruff and needy. Amara grabbed his hands and led him down a long hallway. The door to her room was open. Amara walked in and stood beside the bed. The moonlight filtering in wasn’t enough for Chase; he wanted to see the woman he was about to worship. He felt around for the light switch and flicked it on.

She squinted as the light bathed the room. “Um, do we need the light?”

“I do…” Chase answered as he walked towards her. “…I want to see all of you.”

They locked eyes as he methodically unbuttoned her dress. When he reached her waist, he slipped the dress off her shoulders. Then his eyes drifted to her chest. Black lace covered her full breast. As beautiful a picture as it presented, he wanted the bra gone. On autopilot, he reached behind her, then he released the hooks. He discarded the bra, allowing it to cascade to the floor. His mouth watered for a taste of her tear dropshaped breasts adorned with berry-coloured nipples. Dipping his head, he cupped her breast. Amara moaned as Chase flicked his tongue over each nipple before suckling one. Her hands gripped his shoulders. He eased his hand down her side, tracing her curves with his fingertips, then followed the path with his lips, trailing kisses along her skin until he reached her belly. Gently, he nuzzled her waist, savoring the warmth and softness beneath his touch.

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