Katie sat up and straddled his abdomen. “Considering we just became very well acquainted with some very private parts of each other’s bodies, I would think sharing a few fun facts shouldn’t be too much to ask.”

“Hey, I was just making an observation; don’t get your panties in a wad.”

“I’m not wearing any panties, remember?” She felt wicked saying it, but with Chase, her filter seemed to have disappeared completely. His eyes darkened and she slid her hand over the ridges and planes of his six-pack. “So art ...”

Chase trailed his fingers up her thighs and said, “You expect me to concentrate on anything but your lack of panties?”

“Yes.” Leaning over and teasing his earlobe with little nibbles, she said, “Tell me and I’ll ...”

The things she whispered to him were way too bold for Old Katie. When she pulled away, the mix of shock and desperation on his face made her laugh as he quickly spilled his guts.

“My English teacher in sixth grade. She caught me doodling, and instead of giving me detention, she pulled some strings to get me into a seventh-grade art class,” he said.

She walked her fingers down his stomach and prodded. “And your comic books?”

He was running his hand over the bare skin of her back and she wanted to purr like a cat. “I started it my senior year and showed it to the guy who owned the comic-book store in town. He helped me find out how to submit it, and after about eight rejections, I got a letter saying they wanted to publish three issues.”

Katie shook her head. “That is amazing.”

“So now you. Why did you pick cosmetology after giving up law enforcement? Kind of a weird jump.” He ran his finger down her nose and over her lips.

“Yeah, well, I decided I liked making my own hours and making good money more than chasing down bad guys.” She opened her mouth and he slipped his finger inside. She felt wanton and sexy as she sucked on it gently. Whatever it was about being with Chase, she liked the way she felt with him, lying in bed and not being the least bit self-conscious about the way she looked or if he wouldn’t like something she did. That was the amazing thing about being intimate with him; he made her feel like everything she did was a major turn-on.

Like teasing and sucking on his fingers softly. She was just testing it out, enjoying the look on his face, until he pushed her onto her back and moved over her, staring down at her like she was a sweet piece of chocolate he wanted to savor.

Rubbing her palm over his stubbly cheek, she whispered, “I love scruff.”

Chase smiled. “You do? Most girls bitch about it scratching them.”

She shook her head. “Not me. A little scruff to darken the cheeks. I think Hugh Jackman, when he’s all scruffy, is the hottest man on the planet.”

He scowled. “Hugh Jackman is a pansy.”

“Um, have you seen his body? The man is a God.” She laughed.

He started to roll off her. “Okay, I’m done, lost all interest.”

Katie hooked her arm around his neck and leaned up to kiss him. When she had him sufficiently relaxed, she said, “You’re a liar.”

“How’s that?” he asked.

Lying back, she lifted her hips to rub against him and said, “You’re still interested.”

“It’s only hard ’cause I’m thinking about Salma Hayek right now.”

“Oh yeah?” She laughed and sent her fingers into his ribs.

“Sorry, not ticklish,” Chase said, grinning down from his position on his elbows.

“Huh.” She skimmed her fingers up and over his back, kneading the muscles, and said, “Guess I’m going to have to figure out another way to torture you, then.”

Katie slid her hands down his back and grabbed his butt firmly. He sucked in his breath and she released the rock-hard cheeks to run her hands up his sides. She got to his chest and pushed him over, moving against him until her nipples were hard little peaks.

“I think I want to add another thing-I’ve-never-done item to my list.” She moved lower with her mouth, sucking and licking at his salty skin.

“Oh yeah? What’s that?” Chase’s voice was hoarse as she slipped farther down until she was at eye level with his erection.

“Why don’t I just show you?”