Page 25 of Things Good Girls Don't Do (Rock Canyon, Idaho 1)

“Thanks for the help,” she said, breaking into his wicked daydream to take the wet towels from him. “I’m really glad you were here or that might have taken me a lot longer. If that floor got ruined, I would have had to kick my own butt.”

One thing was for sure, he wasn’t made of stone. And when Katie bent over again to toss the last of the towels in, he started to reach for her, but she was already standing on her tip toes, trying to get something from the cupboard above the dryer. Chase couldn’t stop himself from moving behind her, pressing against her back as he whispered, “It was my fault. I distracted you.”

Leaning over and kissing her shoulder, he ignored her stiffening body and slid his arm around her waist, gently trailing kisses up her throat and nuzzling her ear. “If you want me to go, I will. Or I can stay, and make you feel good. Even if you aren’t ready to take the next step in our . . . arrangement.”

What made him offer he had no idea, except that at that moment, he would do anything just to touch her.

His other hand crept up to play with her breast through the satin of her robe, and Katie didn’t stop him. She actually melted back against him as he slid her robe off one shoulder and licked at her warm skin. He slipped his hand inside, skimming his finger teasingly over her skin. Using his thumb and forefinger, he played with her hard nipple until soft moans met his ears. Chase opened his palm and squeezed her gently, loving the soft texture of her breast.

Rubbing against her, he ran his other hand down her body until his finger found the folds of her femininity already wet. He slipped his finger inside, over her clit, and she moaned. He kept kissing wherever he could reach as he massaged and stroked her, and he watched her hands grip the side of the dryer until her knuckles were white. He tugged and tickled her as she rocked back against his teasing fingers.

It was the hottest thing he’d ever done with anyone.

It wasn’t just that she had perfect-sized breasts or that her little noises were soft and eager. Or that she smelled amazing and the taste of her skin was heady. It was when she let go of the dryer and reached up to wrap her arms around his neck, arching against him as she came, that he wanted to come with her. Be with her.

He wanted her to want to be with him too.

HOLY MOLY, IT’S never been like that.

Her first time had been down by the river, and it had been awkward and awful.

With Jimmy, she’d thought sex was good. Compared to her first, he was a rock star.

But Chase had made her come with only his fingers. That had never happened to her. Ever.

She felt like her legs were going to give out any second and her heart was pounding. Why had she let him do that? She could have said no. She could have stopped him.

You didn’t want to. You wanted him to touch you.

But she barely knew him. She’d known Jimmy all her life and they’d waited six months before having sex.

That was a long time ago and you’re older now. There’s nothing wrong with sex between two consenting adults.

Not according to her mother. Katie had waited until after her mother died to press the issue of living with Jimmy. Mainly because she’d been busy taking care of her mom and hadn’t wanted to leave her, but she also knew her mother didn’t approve of couples living together before marriage. Old school or not, it had been a strong point of contention between them. As for casual sex, that was a big no-no. Her mom had preached long and hard that sex was intimate and should only be shared with someone you loved and trusted.

Like a husband.

But her mother had lost that battle when Katie was two weeks shy of eighteen, just before her high-school boyfriend left for college. They’d talked about marriage and kids, as teenagers did with their first loves, and she’d had this romantic image of them telling their kids how they were high-school sweethearts someday. So she’d had sex for the first time on the bank of the Snake River, and it hadn’t been magical or sexy. It had been painful, awkward, and quick.

With Jimmy, she had wanted to wait a year, but he had given her a load of bull about how he was used to having it with his ex-girlfriend, and if they really loved each other, what did it matter how long they waited? Six months later she started staying at his place overnight. Her mother never said anything about her “sleepovers,” just “I can only guide you; I can’t force you.”

Funny how a little motherly guilt went a long way. Jimmy had complained often and loudly about their non-active sex life and all because she didn’t like disappointing her mother. And it wasn’t like sex was something she couldn’t have lived without, considering it was nothing like how the romance novels described it.

Well, at least it never had been with Jimmy. Chase, however, was a whole different experience, and she had no idea why. She had always been told love made sex better, but she had loved Jimmy, hadn’t she? And she certainly didn’t love Chase, but he had just given her the best orgasm ever. Had her mother been wrong about sex? Was it really about feelings, or more about how talented the man was? Maybe a bit of both?

Wanting out of her own head and where her thoughts were headed, she came back to the present. Sliding her hands down Chase’s neck, she turned to face him. Staring up into his strained expression, she blushed. “I . . .”

He reached out to pull her robe together. “I’ll help you finish cleaning up.”

Kissing her once more softly, Chase turned and left the small room. She was puzzled that he hadn’t pushed the issue of sex, but a large part of her was relieved. She had expected to be pleased with Chase, maybe even orgasm during sex if she was lucky.

She hadn’t expected to completely come apart during a little foreplay.

Turning on the dryer and washer, she picked up the laundry basket and followed him back to the bedroom. He was standing by the bed and holding the rectangular package that had so appalled her. “You got a vibrator?”

Katie cried out and grabbed the package from him, shoving it into the black bag, but he picked up the edible gel before she could stop him.

Chase opened the top, put a little on his fingertip, and licked it. The flash of his tongue made her feel hot and melty, even when he made a noncommittal face and said, “It’s okay. So this was what was in the black bag? I had no idea you were this kind of girl.”

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