Page 31 of Kiss & Collide
“Like what?”
Violet shifted to face him on the seat and crossed her legs, tracking his gaze as it traced up her legs to the hem of her dress. “Are you seeing anyone, Chase?”
His voice dropped to a low rumble. “You know I’m not—”
She sighed. “No, I’m a reporter right now. Are you seeing anyone?”
“Ah, right.” He took a beat to rearrange his expression and sat up a little straighter. “Haven’t met the right girl yet, I guess.”
“No need to lay it on too thick.”
“No, I’m not seeing anyone right now. My time is pretty committed to the sport.”
“Better.”
“However, I am sleeping with this hot chick on the side.” His hand landed on her bare knee.
Her lips twitched as she tried to suppress a smile. “That’s exactly the sort of thing youdon’tmention to the media.”
His hand slid up the inside of her thigh. “Really? You mean I shouldn’t talk about the sound you make when you—”
She reached out and slapped her hand over his mouth, tipping her head to indicate the driver.
He nodded, then licked her palm. This time she couldn’t hold back a muffled burst of laughter.
“Because I’m sure reporters get bored hearing all about race strategy,” he continued conversationally. “They’d probably be much more interested in hearing me talk about … something more personal.” His fingers reached the apex of her thighs and brushed against her. This time she slapped a hand over her own mouth to keep from moaning.
Her eyes met his.
He slid her thong to the side in a movement he was becoming quite adept at, and slipped two fingers through her wet slickness. His mouth dropped open, and his eyelids drooped.
“The press is always going to want to catch you out saying something outrageous.” Her voice was a little strangled. “That’stheir job. But yours is to keep your head on straight and keep on message, no matter what happens.”
He slid two fingers inside her and hooked them forward. Her eyes fluttered closed and she rocked against his hand. He was so fucking good at this.
“I’d imagine that’s hard,” he murmured. “Staying on message when someone’s really trying to distract you.”
“You have no idea.” This time her words were definitely a little breathy. His thumb brushed across her clit and her whole body shuddered. Motherfucker. If he made her come right now, in the back of this car …
Just as suddenly, he pulled his hand away from her. “Looks like we’re here,” he said, looking out the window.
She exhaled hard. When she climbed out of the car, she wasn’t entirely sure her legs would support her.
“Maybe we should head inside so we can finish this … interview,” he murmured once he’d crossed around the car and joined her.
“Yeah, sounds good.”
Her whole body was throbbing with need as she pushed through the revolving glass doors. When she got him upstairs to his room, she was going to shove him down on the bed, climb on top of him, and—
“Sunshine?”
It was like a bucket of ice-cold water washing over her. The sound of that voice, and that nickname—after all this time.
She had to be imagining it … but when she spun around to look, there he was, unfolding his long, angular body from one of the leather club chairs in the lobby.
“Ian.” His name left her on an exhale. “What are you doing here?”
What was he doing here? In Buckingham? In her hotel? In herworld?
