Chasing Trouble (Chasing Love 1)

Jenna huffed and threw a pillow over her face. It had been a long, long time since she had been with a man. But more than that, it had been a long time since she felt this conflicted. Colt had always been a beacon of safety and warmth. He was her knight in a shiny pickup, and the feelings he stirred went far beyond platonic. She wanted to play on every dark, sexual fantasy she had. And she wanted to do it with the only male she trusted. Because to be honest, simple and average was getting stale.

For once, she wanted to give in to every wicked thought. She squeezed her thighs together, but it didn’t ease the unbearable pressure. She felt empty. And the only cure was currently lying in the room next door.

No. To say she’d had a crush on Colt when she was sixteen would be an understatement. But she was an adult now, and that only made it more difficult.

Aching in Colt’s bed, a place she had always wanted to be but knew she’d never end up, and all she wanted was to walk into the living room and give him the ride of his life. But that would be irresponsible. The last thing she needed were the eyes of her town looking at her and reporting back to the school board.

Pull it together, Jenna. Get him out of your mind. Yeah, out of her mind.

Rather than doing something hasty with the cowboy from her past, she took a deep breath. A throaty moan escaped and her skin buzzed, because a heady dose of Colt’s scent slid through her. She rolled over but the pressure of her breasts against the mattress just made it worse, so she rolled back.

She froze.

She wasn’t in Diamond. Wouldn’t be back home until tomorrow. She was three hundred miles away with a man who hadn’t lived in their small hometown in ages. The same man she had wanted since she was sixteen. A man who expected no strings and no attachment and wouldn’t mind being only a memory come sunrise. He was the perfect guy for a one-night stand.

She swung her legs over the bed…and paused.

Could she really do this?

The few times she’d been intimate with a man, she had been in college and not a single moment of it was swoon-worthy. She always felt her experiences were lacking. There was all this pent-up need that she was desperate to unleash.

But maybe with Colt it would be different. Maybe with him she could let go. She remembered the way he looked at her, the way his hands moved over her skin when he bandaged her. She might not have the sexual prowess of a porn star, but she could read body language. And she was pretty sure Colt’s body had been talking.

Decision made, Jenna tossed back the covers and stood. She was going to walk right out there and have sex with Colt. Let all her inhibitions go and have one wild night before she had to go back to her responsible life.

Opening the bedroom door, she quietly padded down the hallway. Her palms rested on her bare thighs, right below where Colt’s T-shirt hit. If she was going to do this, it was going to be all the way. This was her one shot. Tomorrow she’d be back in town, a respectable teacher and citizen with no tarnishes on her perfect reputation. She’d eventually get married to a dermatologist or accountant, and the only life transition she could look forward to was menopause. That would be her life. Controlled. Comfortable. Boring.

But tonight?

Tonight she would be JJ. The woman who had wanted this cowboy since she was a kid.

She came to the entry of the living room. Moonlight streamed in from the open window along with the sweet smell of wheatgrass and the low hum of crickets. Colt was sprawled out on the couch. A thin blanket thrown over his hips, his right forearm covering his eyes. He huffed, loudly.

He was awake?

With a deep breath, she walked toward him.

Either sensing or hearing her, he turned his head. “JJ?” He sat up, his eight-pack of abs rippled, and she stifled a moan at the sight. “You all right?”

His words ended in a hiss when he took in her “outfit.”

“No. I’m not all right.” She walked closer, not stopping until her knees hit the edge of the couch. She looked down at Colt. “I haven’t been to a rodeo in a long time…”

…

Colt had been tense and tossing around for an hour. Sleep wasn’t coming. Then, when he heard JJ’s soft footfalls, his body shot to attention…in every sense of the word.

She stood there, her mass of thick dark hair that had been tightly secured earlier now spilling down her breasts and back. The moonlight haloed her as she stood before him, gray eyes like steel peering down.

And she’s wearing my shirt.

Colt could see her dusky nipples budding against the white cotton. Though the shirt swallowed her small frame, her creamy thighs down to her bare feet were exposed and, goddamn, he’d never seen any woman look as sexy.

Colt checked the urge to run a palm down his hard cock. He sat up completely, throwing his legs over the couch so his feet were on the floor. He adjusted the blanket, trying to hide the evidence of how badly he wanted her. He needed to focus and keep his cool, otherwise he was afraid he’d reach out and see what the sexy little teacher was hiding under his shirt.

Once he touched her, there’d be no going back. He’d likely frighten the prim Miss JJ if she knew all the dirty things he’d dreamed of doing to that body of hers. Yes, keeping his hands to himself was the wise choice.

“You’re leaving tomorrow, but maybe some other time I’ll take you to a rodeo closer to Diamond.”