Page 39 of Things Good Girls Don't Do (Rock Canyon, Idaho 1)

She didn’t know what was pounding harder, the rain on the roof or her heart as he covered her mouth with his. Chase yanked Katie’s top off, his hands wreaking havoc over her skin, sending hot waves of ecstasy with each soft touch. She leaned her head back as his mouth found the sensitive skin of her neck and he breathed across her collarbone. “Let’s take this to the backseat.”

Giddy, nervous, and excited at the same time, she kicked of her boots and tried to climb gracefully over the middle console but ended up face first on the backseat with her feet in the air. She twisted around and dragged her feet back, watching as Chase followed her, his naked muscles flexing as he moved. She couldn’t believe she was going to do this in the back of a car like some crazy teenager.

Chase sat next to her on the bucket seat and reached for her. As their hands moved over each other’s bodies, he slid one between her legs to play with her wet folds. Moaning, she moved her head to the side as he kissed along her neck, collarbone, and finally down to take her nipple into his mouth while he fondled her.

Katie arched against his hungry mouth and felt pressure building as his clever fingers manipulated her in swift, sure strokes. It was just as intense as it had been in the laundry room, maybe more so. She cried out when he slipped a finger inside her and rubbed his thumb quickly over her clitoris, working her inside and out. Unable to hold on to a coherent thought or come up with one reason why what they were doing was wrong, her breath came in short gasps as she felt that muscle-tightening throb that told her she was close. As the orgasm hit her hard, taking her higher than she’d ever gone, she cried out, “Chase!”

When she finally came back to herself and stopped trembling, one coherent thought struck her. Maybe it doesn’t feel wrong with Chase because he’s the right guy for me?

GOD, HE WANTED to hear her cry out his name

again.

It wasn’t like he hadn’t been with other women, and maybe some of them had even called out his name, but when Katie did it, it was like an awesome song. Watching her fall apart as she came and that one, desperate cry, was something he could listen to over and over again.

Reaching down to his wallet and pulling out a condom, he kissed her parted lips, murmuring, “You are so beautiful.”

Her blue eyes opened slowly and the smile she gave him was soft and sexy. “So are you.”

Smiling in return, he ripped the condom package with his teeth and slipped the latex over his erection. Once he was sheathed, he pulled her into his lap and tongued her nipple again until she made soft, mewling sounds. Rubbing against her wet flesh, he teased her with his touch, stopping only when Katie reached down and wrapped her hand around him. He let her take the lead as she adjusted his cock until he was pushing against her opening. He wanted to go slow, to make it good for her, but then she whimpered, “Please, Chase, I want you . . .”

It was all he heard before he was thrusting up and inside her tight, honeyed warmth, lifting his mouth away from her breast to shout with pleasure. He held on to her hips as he pumped into her, and she leaned forward to kiss him as she met his movements. Chase could feel how close he was and sweat broke out on his forehead as he groaned. “Firecracker, I’m not going to last.”

“It’s okay, I can’t go again anyway,” she whispered. He tried to concentrate on her expression, not how good she felt, and saw she really believed that.

Adjusting his hips and pulling out of her for a moment, he watched her start to frown. “What are you . . .”

He reentered her hard, and knew by her surprised gasp that he’d done something right. “Wanna bet?”

Her eyes widened as she got his meaning, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. “Hey, no complaints if you want to try, but I never have before.”

Pulling out a little again, he countered, “That’s because you weren’t with the right guy.”

Thrusting deep, he started alternating his rhythm between quick, shallow strokes and deep, slow ones until she was making fast, panting sounds. The inner walls of her passage tightened around him and he kept going, wanting her to finish again before he did. When her muscles spasmed around him, he let go, pumping into her as he hollered his release. To his relief, he heard her cry out again as she came and collapsed against his chest, her lips pressed against his shoulder. More than anything, he wanted to please Katie.

When his galloping heart finally slowed, Chase moved his lips over her cheek as he reached between them. Cupping her chin in his hands, he tipped her face back and kissed her softly, sliding his tongue inside to explore every sweet surface.

You just haven’t been with the right guy.

His words rushed back through his head and he struggled with what they meant. When had his feelings for Katie started to change from mild curiosity and lust to this feeling of . . . completeness? When he was with her—hell, even when he thought about her—it was like the sun was shining. He felt warm, content, and . . . home.

Crazy talk, dude. You just had amazing sex. It’s the sex talking.

Whatever it was, he needed a chance to think, and she needed to get dolled up for her pageant. He patted her thigh and said, “I should probably get you back to town so you can smile, wave, and kiss babies.”

Frowning, she pinched him and said, “Hey, pageanting is hard work. I’d like to see you stand around in heels for hours, showcasing your talent, and talking to a crowd of people who are either mocking or ogling you.”

She turned away to grab her clothes from the front seat and he asked, “So why do it if you hate it so much?”

“I didn’t ever want to do them, and after tonight I never will again,” she said as she looked over her shoulder. “My mom loved pageants. She used to do them when she was a kid with her mom, and she enjoyed seeing me up there, all decked out. She said they were a great confidence builder for me and it was, as long as I said the right things and always held my tongue.”

“When did she die?” he asked, grabbing his T-shirt and pulling it over his head.

“Three years ago.”

“Why did you do it last year?”

She blushed. “Jimmy wanted me to.”

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