He broke it.
“Faye, we’re still standing outside.”
That was when I blurted, “I was leaning toward a cat.”
After that was when Chace threw his head back and roared with laughter.
I liked it but still, I bit my lip.
When his eyes dipped down to me, he said through his waning laughter but he said it gently, “Baby, climb up the f**kin’ steps.”
I climbed up the effing steps.
I didn’t get to the top before Chace bent low and took my hand so the last two steps I did it hand and hand with his.
He started to guide me across the porch to the door and I spied two rocking chairs with a table between them.
White picket fence. Nothing but plains and ranches and mountains all around. It was darkening dusk so I couldn’t see but I already knew the views from his house would be astounding from every angle, the kind you would never get used to.
Those rocking chairs would be perfect to sit in and read for hours in the summer. Or sit next to Chace and do absolutely nothing and be happy doing it.
Somehow, this thought and how beautiful it was made me tug on his hand, turn slightly into him and go up on my toes.
His body gave a slight jerk as if he was surprised but he still stopped with me and bent his head as if he knew I wanted his ear.
Which I did.
Because, into it, I jumped the gun and let it all hang out.
“I brought clean panties and a toothbrush,” I whispered and held my breath, not moving, not even to breathe.
Chace didn’t move either. Not a muscle. I didn’t even sense him breathing.
Oh God. Oh frak. Oh God.
Then suddenly Chace moved and he did it to let go of my hand, bend low and I was flying through the air but doing it safe in his arms, one of them behind my knees, one of them around my waist.
I automatically curled an arm around his shoulders, tipped my head back and I did this last just in time for his mouth to take mine.
Holding me, he opened the storm door and carried me over the threshold kissing me.
So I guess I did it right.
* * * * *
A phone was ringing.
It wasn’t the first time. In fact, it was the third.
I heard it but I didn’t care. And I didn’t care the other two times either.
This was because I was on Chace’s bed, in Chace’s bedroom, with Chace’s mouth on mine, his tongue in my mouth, his hand down my pants and I was this close to coming.
This had happened fast, starting with the kiss Chace gave me while carrying me all the way to his bed. It was like the kiss he gave me before we went to The Rooster. Wild. Abandoned. Fiery. Exquisite.
Luscious.
But it was more luscious because he was doing it carrying me to his bed.