Nope. I wrap her in my arms, lift her up and press my lips to hers. She clings to me, parting her lips, kissing me back with the same urgency. My tongue searches her mouth, stroking against hers, the insides of her cheeks, her teeth, exploring every bit of her. I want to breathe her in, consume her, until we’re one and can never be apart again.
“Chaser,” she gasps and pulls away.
“I’m not done,” I murmur, dragging her closer.
I’ll never be done with her.
Chapter Eight
Mallory
The strange vibe in the limo makes it hard to do what I really want to do—concentrate on Chaser.
Andrew and Pamela take up the entire back seat, kissing and licking each other. I swear if either of them gets naked, I’m tucking and rolling right out the door.
Chaser seems to sense my discomfort and pulls me into his side, kissing the top of my head. “How was your flight?”
“I thought it would never end.”
He squeezes me tighter. “So glad you’re here, little dove.”
“Me too.” I tip my head back to take him in, so happy to be in his arms after all this time. “You’re all mine for the next few weeks.”
He leans down and gently nips my earlobe. “I’m all yours forever.”
My heart skips.
Is it crazy that we haven’t been together that long but I feel the same way?
Pamela squeals and I shut my eyes. Chaser’s laughter rumbles against my ear.
“I didn’t even notice.” Her shrill voice seems louder than usual in the confines of the limo. “How pretty. Ooo, smell them, Mallory.”
A bunch of pink roses are shoved under my nose and I try not to gag. “Very pretty.” I nod and do the obligatory sniff.
“Oh!” There’s more squealing and a few seconds later, she waves a diamond tennis bracelet around.
Chaser leans down and whispers in my ear, “He could give her five of those and there still wouldn’t be a diamond for every groupie—”
I press my finger against his lips. “Shh.”
He sucks my finger into his mouth while staring into my eyes—a hundred promises of what’s to come later. I lean up and brush my lips against his bristly cheek. “I have better uses for your tongue tonight, Chaser.”
He groans. “I need you so bad, I’m seriously considering letting them watch.”
My gaze skitters past Chaser. Pamela’s busy mauling Andrew’s face but his eyes are open, watching us. I quickly look away. “Not happening,” I whisper to Chaser.
He’s too focused on kissing the back of my hand to notice my shift in mood. How far is the hotel? This ride seems to be taking forever.
“Hey, Mallory,” Andrew pushes Pamela away, “Chaser and I were talking about doing a country-funk-rock side project. What do you think?”
“A what?” I frown up at Chaser.
He rolls his eyes before turning to face Andrew. “We tossed some ideas around.”
“That sounds lame.” Pamela wrinkles her nose and slaps her hand over Andrew’s face, pushing him away from her. “He’s full of stupid ideas, Chaser. Don’t let him distract you.”
Something about her easy dismissal instantly makes me want to encourage them—even though I have no idea what a country-funk-rock whatever would sound like.
Andrew shakes off Pamela’s hand. “You’re not a musical person. Of course you don’t get it.”
“Neither is Mallory,” she points out.
“Not true.” Chaser brushes his knuckles over my cheek briefly. “Mal has a killer voice. Just doesn’t let anyone hear it.”
Heat spreads over my cheeks. “You’re exaggerating. Once. You heard me sing a couple lines one time.”
“I know what I heard,” he insists.
Andrew’s wearing a devious smirk and I brace myself for whatever absurdities are about to fly out of his mouth. Pamela must sense it too because she elbows him in the gut. A few seconds later, they’re busy wrestling each other to the floor of the car.
The limo glides to a stop.
“Oh thank God,” I mutter.
Chaser laughs at my obvious relief. “That’s exactly how I felt on our way to the airport.”
Carefully, we step around the still-wrestling couple and exit the limo. Chaser helps the driver grab my bags.
“Should we wait for them?” I ask, glancing back at the car.
“Hell no.” Chaser’s horrified expression pulls a laugh from me. “Let’s escape while they’re distracted.”
He hustles us into the hotel without glancing back. Being on the road with Andrew for months would be exhausting for anyone. Sort of how I could use a break from seeing Pamela every day.
We’re waiting for our elevator when high-pitched female shrieks draw our attention back to the lobby.