The Ex Factor - Erin McCarthy Page 0,44

which I am truly, deeply sorry.” He stopped at the edge of the dock and turned to her.

She really believed his sincerity. It made her wonder why the heck it had been so hard for them to communicate when they’d been dating. They seemed to be doing all right this go round.

“Apology accepted. We’re both sorry. I don’t think we need to mope around the lake for a week. I’m officially shaking it off.”

“Okay, Taylor Swift.” He eyed her. “If someone offered to pay me five million dollars to predict what the hell you’ll say next, I’d be mourning the loss of that money, because you are not predictable.”

“No woman should be predictable.” She smiled at him. “Then you’d lose interest. But seriously, let’s enjoy this songwriting process.”

“You’re wrong.” He leaned in close and gently tugged her ear lobe between his teeth. “I’ll never lose interest.”

Jolene shivered, his words having an instant reaction on her body. She felt a tug deep inside and she took a step back, determined not to read any more meaning into his words than the obvious– he wanted her physically, right here, right now. Nothing more, nothing less. “Then follow me and I’ll show you how fascinating I can be.”

Ten

Once they were back inside the cabin, Jolene peeled her shirt off over her head and let it drop to the floor. Chance slowly nodded.

“You’re right,” he said. “I find that infinitely fascinating.”

She’d be lying if she said that wasn’t satisfying. Chance looked mesmerized. Hell, he looked like a thirsty dog in the desert eyeing water off on the horizon. Dog being the operative word. “I’m going to walk into the bedroom and you can choose to follow me or not.”

He’d never been one for following. Which was why it didn’t totally surprise her when she was still only halfway through her pivot and he scooped her up into his arms with a bear growl. “Well, hello,” she said, amused.

“Don’t hello me, you little flirt.”

“I beg your pardon?” Wrapping her arms around his neck, she snuggled up against him, making sure her breast pressed against his firm chest. Running her fingers through his dark hair, she tugged a little, just because she could. She felt lighter emotionally than she had since their breakup. Okay, so she didn’t feel lighter physically, but she didn’t give a care. It felt great to be with Chance and not have a bunch of negative feelings weighing her down. She wanted to laugh, to tease, to flirt, to make love to him. Write an album and look back on their relationship with fondness, not hurt, not anger.

So yeah, she was flirting. What of it?

“You’ve always known just how to drive me wild, JoJo.”

Jolene stroked his hair, entwining the strands around her fingers. “You’re not exactly like cracking the Da Vinci code. Your needs and wants in the bedroom are not a great mystery.”

“Can you guess what I need right now?” He carried her into the bedroom and settled her on the edge of the bed. “I’ll give you three chances.”

One Chance was just about all she could handle. The pun amused her and she shifted onto her knees. She gave him a sly smile. “Would you like me to demonstrate?”

“Sure. I’ll let you know if you’ve guessed right or wrong.”

“I have every confidence you’ll be pleased.” She was in just her bra and denim shorts, and the way he was looking at her, she felt sexy and appreciated. Reaching out, she popped the button on his jeans.

He pulled his shirt off by the back of the neck and flung it onto the floor. It barely gave her pause before she took his zipper down with tantalizing slowness.

“You know what would please me?” he asked.

“What?”

“If you would hurry the hell up.”

Jolene rolled her eyes, because he would expect that. “You are honestly the most impatient person I’ve never met.” Though she spoke without any rancor or malice. It was true. Chance wanted what he wanted when he wanted it. It seemed right now he wanted her and she was enjoying that power tremendously as she ran her thumb over the thickness of his erection through his briefs.

“That is not true. Any man who has sat through you getting ready to go out has a well of patience as deep as an oil rig. That shit takes forever.”

She laughed. “Fair enough.” Leaning forward, she pressed a kiss on his cock.

He made a sound in the back of his throat, thrusting his hips forward