Free Cowboy Take Me Away by Soraya Lane Page A

themselves stupid as they fell into the bed of Chase’s old Chevy hit her like it was only yesterday. His big body over hers, teasing her, tempting her, but still she said no. Every part of her had screamed out to let him touch her, but she’d fought the feeling, even when his full lips had been less than an inch from hers.
    But that was then, and this was now.

 
    Chapter 4
    Hope was starting to think her heart was going to beat out of her chest, it was thumping so hard. Adrenaline surged through her, excitement curling like a snake in her belly as she clasped Chase’s hand and hurried for the door. What the hell was she doing? The sensible part of her brain was screaming at her to stop, to dig her heels in, stop walking, and get a cab back to her place. Alone. But the heat flooding her body, the ache deep inside her at the thought of having Chase’s hands all over? That part was telling her to hold him as damn tight as she could. The past few years had been rough and forgetting everything and giving in to him was tempting.
    Chase let go of her hand and slipped his arm around her waist instead, tugging her close, their hips bumping together then sticking like glue. Chase glanced down at her, eyes like flames for all the heat his gaze fanned through her. His dimple, the confidence in his stare—it was no wonder so many women fell into bed with him. Every inch of him, from his big, strong frame to the way he ran a hand through his hair—he didn’t give a damn what anyone thought of him and he was sexy as hell. But he’d always given a damn what she thought of him, which was why they’d kept their clothes on for so long. And here she was desperate to peel them off now that she had the chance again.
    â€œHey,” Chase murmured, stopping abruptly and sliding his other arm around her so his hands were locked around her waist.
    â€œHey,” she whispered back, pleased she had so much alcohol surging through her. Without it she’d never have been so bold, brazenly staring back at Chase and sliding her hands under his shirt, eyes half closing as she ran her fingers over his toned, taut abs.
    â€œCome here.”
    Hope went to hesitate but Chase didn’t give her a chance to breathe, let alone change her mind. His body was hard up against hers, pushing her to his Mercedes, her back against the cold metal as he worked one of his legs in between hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck, wanting him closer, loving his chest against her breasts, her fingers in his hair, his stubble brushing her cheeks. The only thing she cared about was making sure his lips didn’t have a second to leave hers. Screw worrying about doing the wrong thing. This was one night, just one night of indulging in being with the man she’d fantasized about every night for years.
    â€œYou,” Chase muttered, slamming his hands onto the car on either side of her, “are incredible.”
    Hope grinned and reached for him again, angling her body to lock her pelvis against his. She was so hot for him, her entire body tingling, damp between her legs and ready for him to take her. Damn . She couldn’t have sex with him in a car in a parking lot. No matter how badly she wanted him. Or could she?
    Bleep bleep.
    Chase managed to unlock the SUV at the same time as he slammed her up against him, scooping under her butt and lifting her, one arm holding her weight, the other yanking open the rear door of the vehicle. The look on his face was pure sin as he dipped her low and put her on the seat, his laugh a deep rumble as she scrambled backward and he pounced, his body so close to hers before he leaned back and pulled the door shut behind them. He was like a panther poised above her, ready to feast on her body.
    â€œI knew there was a reason I ordered tinted windows.” Chase’s mouth was turned up into a wicked smile, one eyebrow arched triumphantly at her.
    â€œSo you could strip women