Page 23 of Things Good Girls Don't Do (Rock Canyon, Idaho 1)

/> “Trust me, hurting Katie is the last thing I’d want to do,” he said.

Chapter Five

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KATIE WAS FLOATING on air as she hauled all of her bags into the house and set them on her bed. She adored Becca already, and most of the people at Buck’s had loved her new look. She’d even caught several of the guys watching her with interest, which might have thrilled her more a few days ago, but now that she had this thing going with Chase . . .

Well, she didn’t know exactly what it was yet, but there was something there. It was like lightning every time they were in the same room; sparks flew all over the place. And the way he kissed her, she felt her toes curl and steam come out of her ears like a cartoon character. Well, maybe not the most romantic description, but no one had ever made her feel that way before.

She pulled everything out of the bags, humming as she checked tags for washing instructions, and then the little black bag with the hot pink tissue caught her eye. Reaching out for the thin paper sack, she lifted the tissue and peeked inside. She stuck her hand in and pulled out a jar, then read the label.

Plumeria Bath Salts. Okay, not too scandalous. She twisted off the top and took a whiff; the smell was subtle and lovely. She put those aside with a smile, planning on trying them out very soon.

There were a couple vials of liquid and she pulled them out, reading the sides. Strawberry and chocolate edible massage oils. Heat traveled up her neck to her cheeks as she read the instructions, but they weren’t as bad as she was expecting. She put them next to the bath salts and looked at the next little plastic container.

“Little Helper Gel,” she read out loud, eyeballing the tiny bottle suspiciously. “‘Add one to two pumps of Little Helper to the clitoris for added pleasure during manual stimulation or sex.’”

That one she practically threw across the bed, trying not to fan her cheeks. She was terrified of what else was left inside. Reaching in, she pulled out a package containing a little remote with a long cord attached to . . . her eyes flew up to the description. “‘The Terminator Two Waterproof Vibrator. Back and better than the original.’”

Dropping the package on the bed, she gave up trying not to feel horrified and shook her head. She was going to give Becca a piece of her mind. Grabbing her phone, Katie texted, Why did you give me that bag?!

Several minutes went by before her phone beeped. Cause you looked like you could use some stress relief ;-)

She snorted. I do not need a vibrator.

Beep. Okay, you don’t have to use it. It’s part of my new promotion. Spend $100, get a goody bag. :-) You should try the bath salts, though. They rock.

Katie laughed; she couldn’t help it. She liked Becca. She was outrageous, honest, and not afraid to say what she thought.

Thank you. I’ll try them. Good night.

The phone beeped again, but she didn’t bother checking it. Pulling off her clothes and slipping into her robe, she decided to take Becca’s suggestion and run a bath with the special salts. She was too wired to sleep and she’d been dying to read the new romance she’d picked up at Hall’s Market.

She was in the kitchen pouring a glass of water when a knock sounded at the front door.

What in the world? She walked over and peeked out the peephole.

Jerking the door open, she said, “Seriously, have you ever heard of a telephone?”

CHASE’S EYES MOVED over Katie in her thin bathrobe and guessed she was naked underneath. The deep V of the robe gaped to show off the sweet valley between her breasts, and the bottom hit just high enough to draw attention to the shapely legs beneath. Swallowing hard, his Johnson went from semi to rocket in seconds, and the thought of getting his hands on that silky skin just about undid him.

He tried to think of anything besides the fact that her nipples were hard under the light fabric and held out a bag with a bottle in it. “I just remembered I never got you any alcohol when I picked up your groceries. Thought maybe we could have a drink together.”

“I was about to take a bath,” she said, eyeing the bag longingly.

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 . . .”

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