Page 46 of Things Good Girls Don't Do

Chapter Nine

AS GOOD Agirl as she was to the rest of the town, Katie was amazingly bad in the bedroom. Three times, not counting the car, she had had her way with him, and he’d loved every minute of it.

Turning over to look at the clock, Chase noticed the flashing numbers. The power must have gone out at some point, but it was light enough outside now that the room was dimly lit, so it must’ve been around seven. He didn’t hear rain anymore, but it could just be taking a break. Either way it was probably a good day to stay in bed. Possibly with some very warm company.

He rolled over to look at the beautiful woman sleeping beside him and smiled. Katie was lying on her side with her back to him, and he leaned over to rub his prickly cheek against the skin of her shoulder. He’d found out the third time they’d made love that it drove her wild to have him drag his stubble all over her body. He enjoyed hearing those sweet noises and the soft way she said his name.

He’d never been with a woman like Katie and he’d definitely never wanted a woman so much before. When he’d heard her yelling at her ex yesterday, he’d come around the corner ready to pound someone. But that look she’d given him, that boy-am-I-glad-to-see-you look, had been enough for him. He’d been fine just ignoring the little shit, but last night at the pageant had been too much. He didn’t like to see Katie hurt, especially by people who weren’t good enough to lick her cute little toes.

Katie moaned and stretched, turning her head to smile at him with closed eyes. “That feels amazing.”

Chuckling, he slid behind her so her sweet, round ass was cupped by his groin and wrapped his arm around her waist. Kissing her shoulder, Chase said, “I’d love to make you feel more amazing, but I have no idea what time it is and I don’t want you to be late for work.”

Katie twisted her head toward the clock and groaned. “Ugh, do I have to go? I don’t want to leave.”

A zing of happiness went through him. “I wouldn’t mind if you played hooky to lie in bed with me all day, but I know you’re too goody-goody to do something as irresponsible as call in sick.”

She turned all the way onto her back and raised her eyebrow. “First of all, I own the salon. If I want to call in, I will.”

“Oh sure, if you wanted to.”

Her eyes narrowed and she said, “And second of all, that sounds like a dare, Mr. Trepasso.”

He leaned up on his elbow. “That’s because it was, Ms. Connors.”

Sitting up, she held the sheet to her chest and said, “Can you hand me my purse on the chair?”

Chase rose from the bed stark naked, knowing she was checking him out as he walked over to grab her purse. When he turned around, she was licking her lips and looking hungry. He crawled across the bed, dropped her purse in her lap, and started to lean in for a kiss. “You look like you want to eat me.”

“Mmm ... maybe I do.” She reached out for him, and a rumbly noise came from her stomach, making them both laugh. “I guess I’m hungry for other things too.”

Giving him a quick peck, she pulled out her phone and dialed. Chase took the opportunity to pull the sheet down and latch onto her breast, tonguing the nipple into a hard point.

Her voice came out strained as she spoke. “Hey, Kitty, it’s Katie. Yeah, I think I might be getting a summer cold. My throat’s a little ... oh ... um ... tickly. Could you ... um ... cancel my appointments?”

He felt her hand go into his hair and tug. Laughing softly, he slid his hand down under the sheet to play with her in other places, and she hissed, “Stop it. No, Kitty, it’s just the cat. He keeps trying to get up on the counter. Thanks for doing that for me. I’ll call you later. Have a good day.”

Suddenly she grabbed his hair so hard it felt like it was coming out by the roots and he yelled, “Ouch, woman!”

“You suck! If Kitty knew what was going on, I would die!”

He didn’t like the way she said that. Like she was doing something wrong by being with him. Rational Chase told himself that it was just Katie being modest, but the small part of him that remembered a girl ducking down in his car so she wouldn’t be seen with him was hurt.

Chase pulled away from her and stood up. “I’ll see what I have in my cupboard to eat.”

Grabbing his hand, she stopped him, and he saw the confusion on her face as she asked, “Hey, what did I say? I just don’t want her to think I’m having sex with her on the phone.”

You sure it’s not that you don’t want them to know you’re screwing the tattoo guy?

Trying to swallow his doubt and insecurities, Chase leaned over and kissed her forehead. “I know what you meant. I’m going to see what I can scrape together.”

He picked up his boxers, pulled them on, and left the room without looking at her again. He couldn’t explain why he was making this more complicated. He hadn’t wanted complicated. Hell,shehadn’t wanted complicated. Yet here he was, acting like Mr. Sensitive, getting his feelings sore over nothing.

Get it together, man. So you like her more than you’ve liked any other woman. This thing was supposed to be fun. You need to get a grip on your balls and man up.

UNSURE OF WHATshe’d done now, Katie pulled on her clothes and went to the bathroom to wash her face. Sleeping in her makeup always made her feel grungy the next day, but once she was cleaned up a little, she went out to the kitchen to find Chase with his head in the fridge, cursing.

What had she said to upset him? He seemed to be sensitive about people being ashamed of him, but she wasn’t. If she was, she wouldn’t have told Rock Canyon’s biggest blabbermouth how she had spent yesterday afternoon. Still, Chase had been hurt so bad, and she wanted to fix it. She wanted to show him how special he was, but she also wasn’t going to walk on eggshells around him.

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