Never Let Me Go (Welcome To Redemption) (15 page)

She grasped his face with both hands and nipped playfully at his bottom lip. “Take your time
next
time. I’m too turned on to wait much longer.” She emphasized her words with another wiggle of her hips.

“You and me both,” he admitted in a low, almost guttural tone.

They shed the rest of their clothing in a flurry of impatience, their mouths meshing with hungry need. Fully naked, they absorbed each other visually for a few heart-pounding moments before Chase collapsed back on the couch and pulled Hannah down with him. The man was done holding back, and Hannah sighed her pleasure as he stroked and kissed every inch of her he could reach. He drew one nipple into his hot mouth while molding her other breast in his strong hand, quickly switching to lavish the other with equal attention.

Head tossed back, Hannah reveled in his touch, in the passion she felt to her very core. She had no doubt anymore that this man wanted her every bit as much as she wanted him—without question, they would be magic together.

Desperate to feel him deep inside her, Hannah reached between them and wrapped her fingers around his thick shaft. The back of his head hit the couch, and he groaned, then frowned. “Shit.”

“What?”

“I don’t have protection.”

“You have to be kidding me…please say you’re kidding me.” Hannah nearly cried her frustration as he shook his head and muttered a curse. She finally had the man
exactly
where she wanted him—fully naked beneath her—and he didn’t have a freaking condom? “You must have one hidden in your wallet…?”

He abruptly sat forward, nearly dumping her form his lap. “No, but I just remembered, Drew has some in his room.”

Hannah laughed as he shot to his feet. “And you would know that how?”

“He left a box sitting on his dresser.”

Chase rushed off, completely unconcerned by his nakedness.

Not that he needed to be—there wasn’t a man in Redemption who even compared to Chase Lowell.

With a smile so wide she could hardly contain it, Hannah flipped onto her stomach and struck a sexy pose, her back slightly arched. As he raced back into the living room, she cast him her sexiest ‘come hither’ look and beckoned him forward with a little wiggle of her hips.

“Shameless hussy.” Chase gave her ass a playful slap.

He’d grabbed quite a handful of condoms, and she couldn’t help but chuckle as he tossed them on the end table.

“Wow. I don’t know whether to be impressed or concerned,” she teased as she rose to her knees and patted the middle cushion. She snatched a condom off the table as he sank down beside her.

Eyes smoldering with sexual hunger, Chase snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her into his lap. His lips sought hers as his hands returned to her ass, molding and squeezing, driving her wild as liquid heat pooled between her thighs. She’d only ever slept with one other man, and she’d never yearned for him—burned for him—the way she did Chase.

No.
She wasn’t going to think about that jerk right now and ruin this perfect moment—being held in the arms of the only man who’s ever mattered.

As his hot, wet tongue slipped between her teeth, searching for and finding her own, Hannah tore the condom wrapper open. Shaking with desperate need, she broke off the kiss, leaned back, and grabbed his hard length. She swiped her thumb across the head, which drew a mindless grunt from him.

“Sweetheart, save the torture for round two,” he muttered as he took the condom from her and quickly rolled it down his straining erection. Then he sealed their mouths again, grasped her hips with both hands, and slid inside her with a smooth upward thrust.

Hannah gasped, squeezing her eyes shut as she accepted every steely inch of him, her core stretching to accommodate his larger than average size. She hadn’t realized how well-endowed the man truly was until just that moment.

“You okay?” he whispered, his hands kneading a fiery path from her backside to her aching breasts.

Cupping her gently, his thumbs teased her nipples into tight, aching buds. He caught her heavy-lidded gaze, his eyes dark and smoky…just how she’d imagined he would look while deep inside.

Hannah swallowed and nodded.
Okay?
She was freaking fantastic.

She started to move, slowly, lovingly, reveling in his heat and the delicious fullness of having him so deep inside her. Chase gave her complete control at first, letting her ride him with slow strokes as he held her gaze with pulse-pounding intensity. But they were both too far gone, and the cadence of their movement quickly grew frantic as carnal need took over.

They came together hard, fast, hips pumping, breath quickening with each furious thrust.

Chase grasped her tight against him and buried his face in the crook of her neck as his movements grew faster, his low moan becoming a hard groan as he rocked into her, his hands roaming down to grasp her ass.

Hannah twined her arms around his neck as she met him thrust for thrust, her release coming on so fast she cried out as much in surprise as in ecstasy. Chase wasn’t far behind, and their lips meshed as they rode the waves together, undulating until Hannah collapsed on top of him with a hearty sigh of satisfaction.

Replete and spent, they snuggled together in the afterglow, Chase tightening his arms around her and pressing a kiss into the curve of her shoulder.

Once she was able to catch her breath, Hannah couldn’t help but tease, “So, that’s probably all you got, an old man like you…?”

He gave her backside a pinch. “Have you always been this sassy?”

“You know I have.” She kissed him on the lips then pulled back to meet his gaze. “Why did we waste so much time?”

He grew thoughtful as he pondered her question. “By the time I could even bring myself to admit how much I wanted you, you were dating Jimmy. You seemed so happy.” He shrugged. “I guess I convinced myself we just weren’t meant to be; that my feelings were one-sided.”

Her bruised face throbbed at the mention of her ex.
 
If only she’d never have to hear his name again. “I did everything but literally throw myself at you. I sat next to you any chance I got. I touched you when I could, tickling the hair at the nape of your neck, leaning against you. And you were like…stone. Sure, you’d drape an arm around me, but I never got the impression that you felt anything more for me than friendship.”

He gave his head a shake and kissed her. “That’s because I was afraid of making a fool of myself. Call me an idiot, but I never realized you were hitting on me.”

She grinned. “Idiot.”

He kissed her again. “You’re going to pay for that.” He then clutched her in his arms and shot to his feet with surprising agility. Guess he had more stamina than she’d given him credit for.

Hannah held on tight as he ran her upstairs and carried her into her bedroom.

He gently laid her on the bed, his smile fading as he zeroed in on her bruised face. “I wasn’t even thinking…does it hurt? You should probably take a couple aspirin.” His fingers whispered over the tender flesh of her cheek, soft as a butterfly’s wing.

“It stings a bit, but not bad. I’ll take a couple of ibuprofen before I head to bed. Right now, all I can think about is loving you.” She followed up her whispered declaration by pulling him down for a kiss.

“Then get comfy,” he whispered back, before shooting to his feet and racing from the room.

She heard the bathroom door open and then the water run for a few seconds.

Hannah snuggled into her comforter, grinning in anticipation of what was to come. Or who she thought with a naughty chuckle.

Chapter 12

Chase caught Hannah’s low chuckle, a seductive tinkling of sound, and he smiled in response.
You are one lucky man
, he reminded himself. He strode back into her room and joined her on the bed.

“What’s so funny?”

Lying on her stomach, she rose up on her elbows and pressed her lips to the hollow just below his heart. “Nothing. I’m just…happy.”

“Well, this ‘old man’ is about to make you a whole lot happier. Flip over.”

Hannah turned over onto her back without question and stretched languidly. “So, what do you have in mind?”

“Something I’ve been fantasizing about all week.” Chase leaned over and kissed her on the lips, taking extra care not to touch the injured side of her face. She tried to deepen the kiss, but he had other things in mind. He nipped gently at her bottom lip and moved on to her chin, then the delicate stretch of her throat. He sucked lightly on the side of her neck before moving on to trace a wet path down her chest, stopping to give each of her beautiful breasts some loving attention.

Hannah gasped and sighed as she twined her fingers through his hair, urging him on with silent pleas. He loved the taste of her; the saltiness of her skin mingled with the musky scent of the body spray she must have spritzed on that morning, creating an intoxicating combination.

Chase grew hard as oak.

He continued on his path of pleasure, stopping to kiss and lick every inch of her as he moved closer to her sweet core. Hannah arched, a low moan vibrating from deep in her chest as he ran the flat of his palm down her taut belly. His fingers brushed the silken black curls at the apex of her thighs, and after a slight hesitation, she slowly spread them in invitation. Chase needed no further persuading. He pressed his lips to the tender flesh just below her belly button and slid one finger through her slick folds into her tight channel.

More sexy little sighs escaped her as she moved restlessly against him. Then her thighs fell open, and she released his hair to clutch the comforter with both hands.

He couldn’t wait a moment longer and leaned in to run his tongue over her swollen nub, his finger still buried deep inside her. Chase moved his finger in rhythm with his lapping tongue before closing his mouth over her and sucking hard.

With a soft cry, she arched into him, silently urging him on. Drowning in her intoxicating scent, Chase loved her with single-minded focus. He slid his hands beneath her sweet ass and lifted her off the bed—an erotic feast for both his eyes and mouth. He lapped at her swollen pearl, ran his tongue up and down her slick folds, repeating the sensual onslaught until her hips moved in rhythm with his tongue.

Completely open to him, Hannah admitted in a broken whisper, “This is my first…I mean, I’ve never…” A soft gasp became a lusty cry of release as she clutched his hair and bowed off the bed.

She rocked against his hungry mouth until her cries ceased and she lay replete in his hands.

“Wow.”

Chase crawled up beside her and gathered her into his arms. “Thank you. So…you’ve never…?”

She buried her face against his chest and groaned softly. “I can’t believe I admitted that.”

“I have to confess, I’m very happy about that.”

“So am I.” She kissed his chest. “I just wish you’d been my first…everything.”

He tightened his arms around her, his throat thick. If he had only manned up years ago, he
would
have been her first, her last, and her only.

“Me, too, sweetheart. Me, too.”

* * *

Still basking in the glow of their newfound love the following morning, he made love to Hannah twice more before they finally rolled out of bed and headed into the shower. Chase planned to have Jimmy brought in for questioning bright and early. So after a quick bowl of frosted flakes for him and some fresh fruit for Hannah, they kissed…and kissed some more until he finally extricated himself from her arms with a frustrated laugh.

“I have to get to the diner.”

“And I need to get to the station. Dinner at Nino’s tonight? I’ll buy.”

“Sounds like a plan, Sheriff.” She leaned up for another kiss, this one much too swift. “See you tonight.”

At the station, Chase knew Jimmy was already sitting in his office thanks to a text from Mike. Jimmy slouched back in the chair facing the desk; his legs sprawled out in front of him as if he were lounging at home.
 
Mike stood guard against the wall behind him.

“I didn’t do shit; that’s my statement. Now let me the hell out of here.”

Chase walked around his chair and propped a hip on the edge of his desk. “Jimmy, what’s with the attitude? We need to ask you a few questions about Friday night. You don’t have a problem with that, do you?”

“Like I said, I didn’t do shit. You only hauled me in here because you’re jealous and want to keep me away from your new girlfriend.”

“Where were you last Friday night, Jimmy, around nine p.m.?”

“Fuck off.”

Chase straightened, and the weasel flinched.

“You’re wasting both our time, Swan. If you’re innocent, then answer my question: Where were you last Friday night?”

“I was at a party.”

“Bullshit,” Mike muttered, taking a step forward so that he flanked Jimmy’s other side. “You were Dillon’s accomplice in the diner robbery, and we all know it.”

“I don’t care whether you believe me or not,” Jimmy declared as he leaned back in the chair and draped his arms over the sides, as if he didn’t have a care in the world. “I didn’t have a damn thing to do with the robbery at Hutch’s. And I have another little shocker for you,
Sheriff
. Hannah’s the one who stole that rich chick’s bracelet.”