Page 15 of Things Good Girls Don't Do

“You make me sound boring,” she said, losing her smile.

His face split into a grin. “Not trying to. I just mean most guys want to marry a girl who acts like a lady, but when the doors close ...”

“I get your point,” she said quickly. “How do you know I’ll be like that? Behind closed doors, I mean.”

His voice went dark and smoky. “Just a feeling I get.”

She shivered at his suggestive tone and was nervous about disappointing him. It would have been better if he had just walked away, but deep down, she was glad he hadn’t.

She wanted him bad. She wanted to live and have fun and just be ... wanted. And she could just tell that Chase wanted her. Simplistically, maybe, but he wantedher.

“Well, I hope I live up to you expectations,” she said softly. Clearing her throat, she added, “I think that’s it for boundaries on our arrangement. No PDA and no romance. I mean, it’s not like either one of us is looking for something serious, right?” Seeing him shake his head in agreement, she asked, “So should we do something to seal the deal?”

Moving closer, he reached up and trailed his fingers over her temple as he pushed some of her long bangs back behind her ears, making her knees turn to jelly. Just when she thought he was going to give her another heart-stopping kiss, he said, “Sure. What did you have in mind?”

“A handshake?” she said, holding her hand out between them.

His amusement reached up to those gorgeous eyes and she wanted to take it back. Why was she being such a dork?

“A bit formal considering what we’re talking about, but okay,” he said, taking her hand in his, squeezing it gently. “We have a deal.”

Disappointed that he still hadn’t tried for a kiss, she said, “Deal.”

“So do we start now or ...” Chase started.

“No!” she said loudly. Clearing her throat, she added, “I just mean I’m not ready yet. I would like to get to know you a little better before we ...”

“You do know that casual works better when we don’t know each other, right?” he said.

“I know, but I just can’t hop into bed with some strange guy, okay? I have to at least know a little bit about you,” she said.

“I hate peas, don’t enjoy long walks on the beach, eat my burgers with mayo, and I wear boxers, not briefs,” he said, grinning.

Great, now I’m picturing him in nothing but a pair of boxers.“That’s not what I meant ...” Taking a deep breath for strength, she said, “Look, can you just take me back to my car? I think I’m sober enough to drive and I have a lot to do tomorrow. Plus, I need a night to process.”

“Whatever you say, Firecracker,” Chase said, walking toward the door with a slow amble that would have done John Wayne proud.

Still in shock over what she had agreed to, Katie followed him out the door and down the steps to the dreaded beast of metal and mechanisms. He climbed on first and she swung up behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist again as if her life depended on it. Squeezing her fingers, he started up the motorcycle and headed back toward town. She liked the feel of his muscles bunching under his T-shirt and caught herself rubbing her cheek against his back, shivering. Whether it was from the wind as they sped down the street or Chase’s proximity, she wasn’t sure.

It took only a few minutes to make the trip back to her car, and she was surprised by the depth of her disappointment when they arrived. He parked the motorcycle across from her 4Runner and she climbed off a bit more gracefully than the last time. This ride hadn’t been as terrifying, although she still didn’t like the feeling of vulnerability she experienced with nothing between her and rough, deadly asphalt.

Walking across the street, she unlocked the 4Runner and was just about to escape inside when she heard his heavy boots behind her.

“Wow, that eager to get away from me, huh?”

She turned to him and smiled nervously. “No, it’s just, it’s getting late, and I have a lot to do tomorrow, so I just figured we’d start our little ... experiment ... tomorrow.”

He put his hand against the side of her car and leaned over to kiss her, teasing her lips with his. “I think whatever you have going can wait a few more minutes. And who says we can’t start our little experiment tonight?”

Trying not to lean into him, to stand firm when her body wanted desperately to melt into his kisses, she said, “Because if I’d wanted to do anything more than sleep, I could have asked you to stay at my place. Remember the rules: sex on my terms.”

Chuckling, he said, “But you didn’t say we couldn’t do other things. And at my place, no one would see your car, whereas everyone has probably already seen and heard my baby.”

“Seriously? You’re one of those guys who gives his toys pet names likebaby?” she said, groaning with disgust. Were all guys the same?

Without warning, he kissed her again until her eyes crossed and she leaned back against the car for support. “Again, you are trivializing my motorcycle, but it’s okay. By the time I’m done with you, you will be one hot motorcycle loving woman and if you’re really sweet to me, maybe I’ll even let you drive it.” He slid his leg between hers and rocked against her as he nibbled his way across her throat. She sucked in her breath and tried to control the urge to press down on his hard thigh to ease her throbbing arousal.

She realized her jeans were still unbuttoned when he moved his other hand down her body and slipped one finger down along the opening, leaving blazes of heat where his skin touched hers. Struggling to keep her eyes open, she lost the battle when he laid his palm against her lower stomach and started to slip down, a breathy moan escaping her at the sensation.

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