The Ex Factor - Erin McCarthy Page 0,28

But here she was, against the wall, her hands above her head, his body crowding all in to her personal space.

His eyes swept over her lips, then back up to meet her gaze. “I missed you,” he said, his voice gruff and hungry.

That look. That damn look. There was no hope of resisting him when his hooded gaze scraped over her so hungrily, possessively. Growing up in a small town with D size breasts, she had experienced plenty a lustful eye focused on her. But not a single man had ever made her as desired as Chance did. Lord, she had missed it. She had missed him.

“I did miss you too. I am big enough to admit it. And I think sometimes you have fine ideas.”

“Sometimes?” One of his hands was on her waist, the other still holding her arms up. He buried his head in her neck and rained soft kisses on the delicate skin there.

Jolene shivered, desire tugging deep at her insides.

She sighed, heart squeezing.

“What’s wrong, JoJo?” He raised his head and kissed first one corner of her mouth, then the other.

The heat of his body pressed against her. She turned her head slightly, drawing in some cooler air. “Why is everything so complicated?” It was a totally rhetorical question. She just wanted… something. She wasn’t sure what.

“Because it isn’t simple.” He let go of her hands and lowered his arm so he could rub the pad of his thumb over her bottom lip. “So let’s take it back to what we know. There are two things we’re good at together, Jolene. Making music and making love. We already wrote a song today.”

The anticipation was killing her. But if she was going to do this, she might as well let him draw it out and enjoy the hell out of Chance. But first, she needed to stop letting her girl bits call the shots and establish some rules. “This is just sex,” she told him.

“What?” he murmured, nuzzling at her ear. “Of course it is. It’s not washing the car, that’s for damn sure.”

His tongue was doing tickling little strokes across her skin, distracting her. She couldn’t be distracted. She had to be in control. His other hand slid down her side, resting on her waist. She’d put on a tank top and little denim shorts after the shower, and it was easy enough for him to slip his fingers between the shirt and shorts and stroke her warm skin.

What was she doing again? Oh. Right. Establishing rules. “I mean, this is just sex. We have to be clear on that. When we leave here, we go back to things the way they were before.”

“Which before?” Now his lips were trailing across her jaw, down her neck, over the swell of her breast, while his hand crept deeper into the apex of her thigh, brushing over her sex through the denim.

“Before today. Not before, before.” Her cheeks felt flushed and now she wasn’t even sure what in the hell she was saying. “It doesn’t mean we’re dating.”

Chance looked irritatingly casual, glancing up at her over the swell of her breast. “Just sex. No relationship. Got it.”

Jolene frowned, not sure what to make of that. How could he be so casual? But he was looking at it like a man. He knew that sex between them was fantastic and he intended to enjoy that while they were at the cabin and not angst about it. She needed to learn from that attitude. Take the sex when it’s offered, Jolene. And stop making a dick mountain out of a dick molehill.

Then she felt his erection press against her thigh and she realized dick mountain it was.

Sometimes, at certain moments in a girl’s life, she needed to turn her thoughts off and just feel. Let herself get swept up in passion and enjoy a man and his body.

That time was now.

Jolene dropped her arms down by her sides and took a deep breath. Then she popped the snap on his jeans. It sounded like a shotgun on a goose hunt. Lord, who knew that would make such a loud sound? She’d never felt shy around Chance, and she didn’t now. Hell, she’d been in the shower naked and hadn’t backed down. But this was different. She felt… demure. It wasn’t natural.

For her, anyway.

So she decided to go big or go home. She pulled his zipper down without hesitation and slipped her hand right on inside his jeans. She stroked up and