Page 22 of Things Good Girls Don't Do

So much for not thinking about her naked.He grinned. “I could join you.”

When she laughed, he watched certain areas jiggle freely and he knew all his good intentions were going to fly out the window. No way was he going to be able to walk inside her home, with all those curves just waiting to be touched, tickled, and tasted, and not try something.

After a moment’s hesitation, Katie moved back and waved him in. “Just wait in the kitchen while I turn off the water and put some clothes on.”

“Hey, don’t bother on my account. I like what you’re wearing,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows as she closed the door.

“I’ll just bet you do.” She said, watching him through lowered eyelashes—it was a come-hither look if he’d ever seen one. Those purple streaks were sure giving her sass.

Setting the bag with the wine on the counter, he stuck his hand out, and pulled her against him. “I do.”

Putting her hands on his chest, she squeaked, “Chase ...”

He ran his fingertip over her bottom lip. “I can’t help it. Every time you come near me I have to touch you.” Feeling her melt against him, he continued, “Do you know you have the most expressive face? I can read every little thought behind those beautiful eyes.”

Her lips pursed. “Oh yeah? Then what am I thinking right now?”

Kissing her mouth before slipping his lips over her cheek and along her neck, he whispered, “You’re thinking how much you wish I’d just take you back to your room and have my way with you.”

He felt her soft sigh as she protested, “That’s not what I was thinking. I was think—”

Chase lowered his mouth to the V of her robe, nuzzling the fabric away to expose one beautiful, pale handful, and covered her sweet, pink nipple with his lips. Katie ran her hands through his hair, tugging the strands softly as he slid his own hand around and under her robe to grab her bare ass. Releasing her breast, he kissed her, slipping her tongue inside to tangle with hers as his other hand grabbed her other cheek under her robe. Lifting her onto the kitchen counter with ease, he wasn’t prepared when she ripped her mouth away, squealing, “Ahhh cold!”

“Sorry,” he mumbled and brought her down to her feet, dipping his head to kiss her again. When she put her hands against his chest, he stopped and asked, “What’s wrong?”

“The water. Bathwater,” she cried, jerking out of his embrace.

He let her go, watching as she ran out of the kitchen and out of sight.

“Oh no!”

Following her cry down the hallway to her bedroom, he saw what she was hollering about. Water was all over the floor of the bathroom, about to leak onto the bedroom’s hardwood floors.

“Shit. Where are your towels?”

“In here.” She reached up into the cupboard, pulling out the towels frantically and tossing him a stack. Chase knelt down and started mopping up the water, soaking through his first towel in seconds. He stood up to kick off his shoes and socks, and looked up in time to see Katie slip across the floor and fall hard on her ass.

“Ow!” she cried, rubbing her injured butt with a pout.

“Want me to kiss it and make it better?”

“You’re such a funny guy.” She stood up slowly, wincing a bit as she moved to the tub and bent over to turn the water off. He got a good look at the rounded pink part of her plump rear end now that her thin robe was sopping wet. When she grabbed a towel from the stack and got down on her hands and knees facing him, Chase could see down to her navel, and if it hadn’t been for the water seeping up his jeans, he might have been tempted to kiss her until they were rolling around on the bathroom floor.

Making short work of his stack of towels, Chase stood up and stepped toward the draining tub to ring them out. Suddenly, his feet slid out from under him, and as he fell on the hard tile, he knocked Katie over. He groaned as his elbow hit the floor hard. “Son of a bitch.”

“Are you all right?” There was laughter in her voice despite her words of concern.

He rolled over to face her, ignoring the throbbing pain in his elbow and hip. “I don’t know. Want to examine me?”

“Ugh. That’s what I get for being nice.” She grabbed at her robe and pushed her damp hair out of her face as she struggled back up to kneel on her towel.

“You call making faces at me nice? Now taking care of a man who was wounded while assisting a lady? That’s nice.” He held up his elbow. “I have an owie. Kisses?”

“What are you, five? I didn’t make you kiss my boo-boo,” she said.

“But I offered, so brownie points for me.” He could feel the water that was left on the floor seeping into his shirt and sat up.

“Please, Brownies are always girls. Now if you had said badges that would have made sense, although I doubt you were ever a Boy Scout,” Katie said, starting to gather the wet towels. “Do you want me to throw your clothes in the dryer? That way they aren’t wet when you ride home.”

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