Chasing Trouble (Chasing Love 1)

She didn’t respond. Instead, she hit her knees right before him and ripped the blanket off his lap, exposing his erection. The blood left his head and a startled groan stuck in his throat. The only barrier now was his black boxer briefs. She palmed his knees.

“That’s not what I had in mind,” she said, spreading his legs and settling between them.

Jesus Christ, was this happening? The normally modest Miss JJ was currently on her knees, staring down his cock and licking her lips like a hungry animal.

“JJ…what…what are you doing?”

Her gaze flashed with uncertainty. Colt thought she was about to stand back up and run.

Shit, he hadn’t meant to discourage her. He wasn’t a fucking idiot, after all. But should he encourage her? This wasn’t some random woman in front of him. This was JJ. There was a lot he wanted to say. Instead, he said the only thing that was true and made sense to him: “You’re beautiful, Jenna.”

Her chest stilled for a moment. She gazed up at him like he was some kind of damn hero. A look like that could be a man’s kryptonite. Already he wanted to see that look again. Wanted to be that man.

A kind of resolve seemed to settle over her and she gave a wicked smile. He could almost feel confidence radiate from her. She looked like she was ready to devour him. Roughly. Colt’s cock jumped in anticipation.

“I’ve wanted to do this for a while now,” she murmured.

Sliding her hands from his knees up his thighs, she leaned in and—fuck!—her tongue darted out as she kissed his stomach.

“Shit, woman…” This was bad. Very, very bad.

Just when Colt attempted to get a grip and find his brain, JJ’s teeth grazed over his hipbone and he forgot—well, everything. Like why this was a bad idea.

Right! She was his little sister’s best friend. “JJ, I don’t think this is a good idea.”

“Really?” Her breath tickled his torso when she spoke. “Because this”—she tapped her finger on his raging hard-on—“seems to disagree with you.”

Colt attempted a deep breath, hoping it would bring some kind of clarity to drag him from his haze of lust. How did he say what he knew he should without sounding like an ass or a total liar? Because JJ and his cock were right. He wanted this.

She licked his belly button and he groaned.

“Ah, baby. You’re good—so good.” He tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and those big eyes looked up at him. “You’re just not this kind…”

She raised a brow. “And what kind am I, Colt?”

“You’re the marrying kind. Not the—”

“I don’t want to marry you, Colt.” Wow, she sounded almost horrified at the notion. “I want to have sex with you.”

If there was any blood left in his head, it was gone now. “I—Jesus, I wasn’t proposing. I was just saying—”

“I know what you were saying.” Those soft wispy touches on his legs turned more forceful. “I’m telling you what I want. You. Tonight. No strings. No tomorrows. Just one night, no holding back.” She gave a seductive smile that was Colt’s undoing. “Unless…you want me to hold back?”

She sank her teeth into his stomach muscles and bit down.

He instantly wove his fingers through her hair and clutched her closer, loving the sting of her bite.

“Damn, JJ. I want it. Want all of you.”

“Good. Because I want to give it to you. I want this”—she licked him through his briefs—“all night.”

“Yes,” he groaned.

“Tonight,” she repeated, “is just tonight. I want to be very clear about that.”

Wait. Wasn’t that normally his line? Still, he wasn’t one to pass up a good thing. And JJ was beyond good.

“You want a wild ride, JJ? I’ll give it to you, hard and slow until you scream my name. But you have to tell me why. Why just tonight?” Not that he was looking for long-term, but because she was so adamant, it made him curious.