Page 60 of Things Good Girls Don't Do (Rock Canyon, Idaho 1)

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Eric grinned. “Well, word is you guys were getting pretty hot and heavy. Guess she ditched work to be with you?”

Chase made a disgusted face. “This town is too damn small.”

Eric laughed. “Yes it is. We have no secrets here.”

Chase’s phone rang and he saw Katie’s picture flash on the screen. He took another drink of his beer and picked up the call. “Hey, Firecracker.”

“Hey, you done?”

He tossed some bills on the counter and gave Eric a little wave as he left. “Yeah, I just stopped by Buck’s for a beer.”

“Oh, well, I’ll leave you alone . . .”

“No, I’m done.” Please say you want me to come over. . .

“Oh, are you sure, ’cause . . .”

He straddled his chopper and said, “Katie baby, were you calling to see if I was coming over?”

Silence stretched over the line and he almost didn’t catch her “Yes.”

Grinning, he gave an air punch like a geeky kid. “I’ll be there in ten minutes. But warn your cat that if I see him, he’s going to end up as a pair of slippers.”

Her gasp turned into a laugh, and she said, “No, he’s not.”

“You just tell him, and I’ll see you in a bit.”

“Be careful.”

He chuckled. “It’s a three-minute ride. I’ll be fine.”

“They say most accidents . . .”

“Damn it, Firecracker, you want to give me a lecture now? The longer you keep me on this phone, the longer it’s going to take for me to get there, and I want to kiss you bad.”

She was quiet for a minute and said, “Hurry.”

Chase drove through the side streets until he reached her house and parked in the driveway. She opened the door just as he stepped up on the porch, grabbed him by the shirt, and yanked him inside.

He laughed as she wound her arms around his neck and kissed him. Cradling the back of her head with one hand, he used the flat of his other hand to lean against the wall behind her.

Kicking the door closed, he mumbled through kisses, “I would have come straight here if I had known you were waiting.”

“I had company,” she said, lifting her shirt up and over her head. “Steph left a while ago, and I knew you’d be done around eleven.” Eagerly, she reached for the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up, and he helped her take it off, tossing it away. Reaching out for her topless form, he pulled her against his chest, groaning at the feel of her pressed so close.

Kissing her neck, he helped her pull her yoga pants down and asked against the skin of her collarbone, “You guys make up?”

“Mmm hmm,” she said as she slipped her underwear down and reached for his jeans.

Kicking his boots off, he moved his hands to brace his weight against the wall as she yanked open his belt. “Good. I’m glad.” They managed to slide his jeans down together, and he stepped out of them quickly. His boxers joined his discarded jeans and he lifted her against the wall, pinning her there with his body. Heart pounding with anticipation, he took her hard nipple into his mouth to play with it.

“Me too,” she said as she wrapped her legs around his waist and held on to his shoulders, moaning as he tongued her.

Releasing her breast, he slid one hand down her body and rubbed against her wet folds. “God, I want you so bad.”

“Me too. Please, Chase, please.”

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