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

tugged me inside.
    A tiny sigh of relief escaped my lips. His place was exactly what I’d expect from a bachelor; black leather couch, matching recliner, and a giant screen TV. An empty beer bottle was on the end table along with three remotes. The walls were bare and the windows covered with basic white blinds. There wasn’t a woman’s touch anywhere. That was a relief, but I was far from settled.
    “So,” I said nervously. “Now that you have me here...”
    He leaned against the closed door and studied me. Those whiskey eyes of his roamed down my body, taking me in as if he was memorizing every detail of my curvy frame.
    I cleared my throat.
    He blinked and raised his gaze to mine. “How about a drink?”
    “Oh, okay. Yeah.” I followed him into the next room, a stark white kitchen. A stack of files, a legal pad, and a laptop filled the small four-person table, while half a dozen coffee mugs sat in his sink. “Not much for cooking?”
    He followed my gaze. “Not really. It’s no fun to cook for one.”
    Wasn’t that the truth? Since my husband had spent most of his evenings either at the gym or with his buddies at the bar, I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d bothered to make anything more complicated than a turkey sandwich. “I can relate.”
    He pulled two wine glasses from his cabinet. “Red or white?”
    “Red,” I said automatically and immediately had the urge to lick a trail of wine droplets off his chest.
    With deft hands, he freed the bottle of the cork and set the wine on the counter as he turned to me. “If you don’t stop looking at me like that, we’re not even going to make it to the bedroom.”
    His gravelly tone sent sparks of sheer desire to all the right places. I averted my gaze, too afraid of what he might see there. “Sorry. I didn’t mean—”
    “Kitty.” He moved, trapping me between his large body and the counter. “You never have to apologize for wanting me. Because you’re damn sure not getting an apology from me.”
    Before I could respond, he kissed me, his tongue licking my lips apart until I opened to him. He tasted of coffee and a hint of chocolate.
    Delicious.
    A spark of something indefinable tingled inside of me and spread like an electric current through my limbs. My nerves came alive, and Chase’s touch was like nirvana to my senses. My eyes closed, and I tilted my head back, moaning as he ran his fingers over my collar bone.
    “You’re gorgeous,” he breathed, burying his face into my neck, “and fucking intoxicating.”
    Unable to keep my hands off him, I slipped them under his shirt and flattened my palms against his rock hard abs. It was all I could do to not tear his clothes off right then and there in his kitchen. “I want to see you,” I whispered, unable to hide the lust in my voice. “All of you.”
    His hands tightened on my hips, but he pulled back slightly and met my gaze with a heated one of his own.
    “Don’t look at me like that,” I said, trying and failing to pull him back in for more breathless kissing.
    “Get used to it, Kitty. Because the way you look right now, flushed with swollen lips and passion swimming in your eyes, it’s enough to drive a man insane.”
    “A man?” I asked and inched my fingers up his chest.
    “This man.” He let go of my hips and slowly pulled on the sash holding my dress together.
    I glanced down at my now exposed chest. “I said I wanted to see you .”
    “And you will.” He slipped the dress off my shoulders. “Just as soon as I taste every inch of you.”
    Everything inside me clenched with anticipation, and when he dropped his hands to my thighs, spreading them, my mind went blank with blind need.

Chapter 2
Chase
    M y attraction to Katrina had been instant. That day I’d walked into Melinda Greyson’s house and questioned her about an attempted break-in she’d left quite an impression. She had a quiet intelligence combined with a fierce independence that had pressed all the right