Page 48 of Things Good Girls Don't Do (Rock Canyon, Idaho 1)

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?”

Chapter Nine

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AS GOOD A girl as she was to the rest of the town, Katie was amazingly bad in the bedroom. Three times, not counting the car, she had had her way with him, and he’d loved every minute of it.

Turning over to look at the clock, Chase noticed the flashing numbers. The power must have gone out at some point, but it was light enough outside now that the room was dimly lit, so it must’ve been around seven. He didn’t hear rain anymore, but it could just be taking a break. Either way it was probably a good day to stay in bed. Possibly with some very warm company.

He rolled over to look at the beautiful woman sleeping beside him and smiled. Katie was lying on her side with her back to him, and he leaned over to rub his prickly cheek against the skin of her shoulder. He’d found out the third time they’d made love that it drove her wild to have him drag his stubble all over her body. He enjoyed hearing those sweet noises and the soft way she said his name.

He’d never been with a woman like Katie and he’d definitely never wanted a woman so much before. When he’d heard her yelling at her ex yesterday, he’d come around the corner ready to pound someone. But that look she’d given him, that boy-am-I-glad-to-see-you look, had been enough for him. He’d been fine just ignoring the little shit, but last night at the pageant had been too much. He didn’t like to see Katie hurt, especially by people who weren’t good enough to lick her cute little toes.

Katie moaned and stretched, turning her head to smile at him with closed eyes. “That feels amazing.”

Chuckling, he slid behind her so her sweet, round ass was cupped by his groin and wrapped his arm around her waist. Kissing her shoulder, Chase said, “I’d love to make you feel more amazing, but I have no idea what time it is and I don’t want you to be late for work.”

Katie twisted her head toward the clock and groaned. “Ugh, do I have to go? I don’t want to leave.”

A zing of happiness went through him. “I wouldn’t mind if you played hooky to lie in bed with me all day, but I know you’re too goody-goody to do something as irresponsible as call in sick.”

She turned all the way onto her back and raised her eyebrow. “First of all, I own the salon. If I want to call in, I will.”

“Oh sure, if you wanted to.”

Her eyes narrowed and she said, “And second of all, that sounds like a dare, Mr. Trepasso.”

He leaned up on his elbow. “That’s because it was, Ms. Connors.”

Sitting up, she held the sheet to her chest and said, “Can you hand me my purse on the chair?”

Chase rose from the bed stark naked, knowing she was checking him out as he walked over to grab her purse. When he turned around, she was licking her lips and looking hungry. He crawled across the bed, dropped her purse in her lap, and started to lean in for a kiss. “You look like you want to eat me.”

“Mmm . . . maybe I do.” She reached out for him, and a rumbly noise came from her stomach, making them both laugh. “I guess I’m hungry for other things too.”

Giving him a quick peck, she pulled out her phone and dialed. Chase took the opportunity to pull the sheet down and latch onto her breast, tonguing the nipple into a hard point.

Her voice came out strained as she spoke. “Hey, Kitty, it’s Katie. Yeah, I think I might be getting a summer cold. My throat’s a little . . . oh . . . um . . . tickly. Could you . . . um . . . cancel my appointments?”

He felt her hand go into his hair and tug. Laughing softly, he slid his hand down under the sheet to play with her in other places, and she hissed, “Stop it. No, Kitty, it’s just the cat. He keeps trying to get up on the counter. Thanks for doing that for me. I’ll call you later. Have a good day.”

Suddenly she grabbed his hair so hard it felt like it was coming out by the roots and he yelled, “Ouch, woman!”

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