Free Cowboy Take Me Away by Soraya Lane Page B

naked on the backseat?”
    â€œNo.” He chuckled. “So I could strip you naked on the backseat.”
    â€œDon’t make out like I’m the first.” Hope’s breath was starting to come in ragged bursts as Chase straddled her, knees on either side of her hips as he shuffled forward, hands spread over her belly, caressing her bare skin as her top rode up.
    â€œYou’re the first,” he said simply, “and you’ll be the last. No other woman will ever look as good as you do splayed out beneath me, so I’ll be keeping this backseat as a delicious memory of you and you only.”
    Hope didn’t believe him for a moment, but it didn’t stop her from arching her back to let him push her top up higher, sucking back a gasp as he dipped his head and pressed a wet kiss to her stomach, running his tongue all the way up to her bra. He paused, letting her moan and wiggle, before flicking his tongue under her bra and sending a spasm of ecstasy through her when he connected with her nipple.
    â€œChase…”
    â€œI’m not letting you say no,” he ground out.
    She laughed. “ More . I was going to beg for more.”
    The surprise on Chase’s face was priceless, his eyes crinkling at the sides as he looked down at her. “Oh, there’s plenty more where that came from.”
    The Chase she’d known way back had been confident and cocky, but this Chase was different. He was slower, so obviously sure about what he was doing. The practiced way his hands skimmed her skin, the delicious dark glint in his eyes … She groaned as he lowered himself and dipped his tongue into her mouth, his lips following close behind in a kiss that left her grinding into him, digging her fingernails into his shoulders as she kissed him back.
    Hope grated her nails down Chase’s back, irritated that she wasn’t connecting with bare skin. She’d been celibate since her marriage had ended and after not having sex for months, suddenly it was all she could think about.
    â€œOff,” she said when Chase’s mouth relented for a moment. She grabbed the hem of his T-shirt and pushed it up. She couldn’t stifle her groan when she ran her hands over his abs and then slid them upward, fingers closing over his nipples and garnering a sharp gasp from him. Hope tweaked, hard.
    â€œYou want to play dirty?” he murmured, licking his lips as he pulled back to look down at her, his body pushed up as he raised his arms and let her force his T-shirt up further. He finished the task for her, throwing it away.
    The moment of satisfaction only lasted a moment though. Searing hot anticipation rocked her body when Chase undid his belt buckle and then the top button of his jeans. His grin was wicked as he tightened his thighs around her, not letting her lower half so much as wriggle as he pushed her top up high, somehow stripping her while she was still lying beneath him. His fingers traced a light, tickling trail across her collarbone, his head dipping slowly. Hope raised her mouth, parted her lips to accommodate him, but he just chuckled and ran a hand through her hair, his touch firm as he dipped his head to the top of her breast and sucked, softly at first and then hard, his other hand palm down on her stomach.
    Chase could have stripped and fucked her right then and there. Screw foreplay—she was ready for him—desperate to have her legs locked around his waist, their bodies fused. But he had other plans, and if it hadn’t felt so damn good …
    â€œDamn.” Chase’s soft curse against her breast as he flicked his tongue inside the lacy fabric pulled her out of the moment.
    â€œWhat?” she whispered.
    â€œPhones,” he muttered. “They always ring at the worst times, huh?”
    Hope’s body arched as Chase stopped talking and he pulled her bra down low, exposing her breast and covering it with his mouth, the attention