Free Chasing Trouble by Joya Ryan Page B

Crap, she hadn’t even heard her cell ring. “I was just ensuring you got it. Wouldn’t want you to worry.”
    “Well, thank you. Now that I’ve received the message, you can go.”
    He rose and walked toward her. “Now that you have no plans, maybe we can get that dinner.”
    “Colt, I’m not trying to be mean. You know this town is small and gossip goes a long way. Just having your car parked outside my house is going to stir a bunch of rumors.”
    He put his hand on the wall by her head and leaned in. “Which is why I drove Lily’s car.”
    Her heart actually stopped.
    “I get it, JJ. I know you’ve got a lot going on and this grant is important. I don’t want to mess that up for you. But asking me to stay away from you isn’t happening either. Not when you admitted that you want it too.”
    His lips were so close, breath tickling her chin. “Does anyone else get to see the woman I saw last weekend?”
    He reached up, unfastened her hair, and watched it fall across her shoulders. Her heart raced when his fingers trailed down her collarbone to the first button on her blouse.
    “I miss that girl. The one who owned herself and her body. The one who was passionate and demanding.” He bit her earlobe. “Remember how you begged me to fuck you against the wall?”
    Jenna couldn’t get enough air and her chest was about to implode. Every day, she walked around feeling like a part of her was bland and switched off. With Colt against her, his masculine scent engulfing her senses, the last thing she felt was turned off.
    He smiled against her neck. “The only regret I have about that night was that we never made it off the bed. But we can fix that now.”
    He pressed further against her until she was sandwiched snugly between Colt’s hard muscles and the cool wall behind her.
    He worked the first, then the second button open. “I can keep a secret, JJ.” He licked her collarbone and she moaned. “But if you tell me right now to go, then I will.”
    She met his eyes and clutched his shirt. “It’s not that I don’t want you…” Her words trailed off when Colt ran his finger along the swell of her breast. “Every time I look at you I lose my sense. I see your face and have to remind myself why this is a bad idea.”
    Colt leaned back and looked her in the eye. He nodded in understanding.
    “Fair enough.”
    Before Jenna could take another breath, Colt twirled her around so her breasts were now against the wall and her back to him. He palmed her hips and pulled her ass into him, and the hard bulge she felt against the small of her back was unmistakable.
    “This better?” he murmured and nipped her neck. She reached behind him and wound her fingers in his hair, tugging him closer.
    “You’re an ass,” she groaned when he licked her pulse point and worked the last button of her blouse free.
    “That may be, but I’m still waiting to hear the word.”
    His hand traveled from her hip down her inner thigh, and the only thing Jenna could say in that moment was, “Stay.”
    …
    Colt couldn’t have slowed down even if he wanted to. And he didn’t. He wrapped his arms around JJ and dived past her open blouse, beneath the silk bra, and cupped her breasts.
    He was rewarded with a throaty moan.
    “Your skin is so fucking soft,” he mumbled in her ear before sucking on the lobe. Her nipples beaded against his palms, as if begging him for more attention. He was happy to oblige.
    He pinched those sensitive peaks until she arched her back and braced her hands on the wall in front of her. She pushed out and bent at the waist, thrusting that perfect ass into Colt’s crotch. So he pinched harder and she cried out, spreading her legs wide, causing her skirt to ride up, the tight silk playing peekaboo with the cleft of her ass.
    This was what he’d been waiting for. To see her ditch that modest, uptight demeanor and lose control.
    “More,” she groaned. The edge in her voice made his brain short-circuit, and