Chase: Black Bear Outlaws #2 (Mating Fever) by Kenzie Cox Page A

Mustang. “Your place or mine?”
    I bit my bottom lip. My place was bare bones, with just a mattress on the floor. I’d only just moved in last week and hadn’t gotten around to doing any serious decorating yet. And half my wardrobe was strung out all over the floor from trying to find something to wear. Maybe not my place. “Yours. What about my car?”
    “We’ll come back for it after I take you to breakfast.”
    Butterflies took up residence in my belly. Breakfast. All night with the hottest guy I’d ever laid eyes on. Holy hell.
    “Is that all right?”
    Not trusting myself to speak, I nodded and climbed into his truck.
    He gently shut the door, carefully making sure I was all the way in and then jogged to the driver’s side. Once in, he fired up the truck, backed out, and then placed his hand over mine. His fingers gently stroked my palm, a sharp contrast to the speed at which he barreled down the street as he broke several traffic laws.
    And I couldn’t care less. His touch was lighting a fire within me I was certain I hadn’t ever experienced before. Everything heated and tingled and ached to be touched.
    “Chase?” I said, breathlessly.
    “Yes, Kitty?” He lifted my hand and kissed the center of my palm.
    A small moan escaped from the back of my throat as his tongue darted out, tracing my middle finger. “Holy hell.”
    He chuckled and placed my hand in his lap, slipping his fingers between mine. “That’s just a small taste of what’s to come.”
    My girl parts cheered, and if he hadn’t been driving, I’d have climbed on top of him right then and there. I sat back, cracked the window for the cool air, and concentrated on breathing. He’d barely touched me, and I was ready to throw my panties at him.
    The image of him removing the red lacy thong with his teeth nearly made me come undone. Swallowing a groan, I shifted in my seat and clenched my thighs together.
    He glanced over at me. “Something wrong?”
    I shook my head and crossed one knee over the other. “Nope. Nothing at all.”
    Sitting at a red light, he studied me. Then just when I thought he was going to drop it, he lifted my hand and pressed his lips to the accelerated pulse in my wrist. A second later, he bit down lightly and pulled another low torturous moan from me.
    “Ah,” he said, smiling with an air of satisfaction. “Just a few more blocks, then we can get down to business.”
    “You’re awfully confident,” I said, trying and failing to get control of myself.
    “And you’re sexy as hell.” He made a right turn onto a quaint, tree-lined street. “Just wait until I get my lips on the rest of your body.”
    A quiver rippled through me, and I tightened my grip on the door handle. What had I gotten myself into?
    All too soon, Chase pulled the truck into a driveway attached to a small cottage. Two hanging lights illumined the wrap-around porch and wooden bench along with a variety of potted plants. “This is where you live?”
    “Sure.” He squinted at his house. “You were expecting something different?”
    “No, I...” Shaking my head, I chuckled. “It’s just so homey and domestic looking. Most bachelors don’t have hibiscus plants on their porch.”
    He smiled, killed the engine, and then hopped out. I already had my door open by the time he made it to my side. He held his hand out to me and helped me down.
    “Thanks,” I said as he wrapped his arm around my shoulders and slammed the truck door closed.
    “You’re welcome.” Guiding me toward the house, he waved a hand at the yard. “My neighbor owns a nursery. She can’t help herself. Seems like every other weekend she’s out here doing something with the yard or plants.”
    “She?” A ball of jealousy came out of nowhere and slammed into my gut.
    He paused for a moment and glanced at me, his lips twitching. “She’s sixty-two.”
    “Oh.” Heat flushed my cheeks. “Right.”
    Chuckling, he unlocked the door, flicked the entry light on, and