Chasing Mr. Wrong (Chasing Love 4)

The way her gaze hit his chest, then trailed down to his belt and back up, made his cock instantly respond, and those fantasies he’d been fighting climbed to the forefront of his mind.

“There’s way too much to experience for me to relax,” she said, with a throaty tone

and a lusty look. “For example, did you know people get naked, cover their bodies in paint and have sex on a big sheet of paper?” She tapped one of the cans and looked his body over as if imagining a painting session herself, and his thoughts were right there with her.

“That right?” he rasped. “Well, I’ve never been much of an art genius, but some body paint sounds right up my alley.”

“Maybe it’s an experience you should consider,” she said with a smile.

He knew right away what she meant, because he’d give up sleep just to stay in orgasmic bliss experiencing her.

He closed in the last few feet until his mouth hovered over hers. He placed his hand on the paint wall behind her and leaned in…

Crash!

One of the paint cans fell to the floor, snapping him back to reality.

Everyone looked his way, and he bent down and picked up the can, thankful it hadn’t exploded.

The trance was broken, and he was kind of pissed at the paint can for that. He set it back on the shelf harder than he meant to.

“Well, I hope you enjoy your experience painting,” he said. With that, he grabbed the red paint he knew matched the color of the booths and handed it to her. He turned and walked back to his own aisle.

Even though everything in his body was screaming for him to turn around.

Diamond: Bright, Shiny, and Rough around the edges.

Whitney held up the T-shirt and looked at the bright red lettering. Hmm. It was her first day off since she’d been in Diamond, and it was a tradition that she always got a shirt from the places she’d been. But she was having trouble picking out the right one.

At least it was giving her something to do until the next time she ran into Ryder. After the paint aisle run-in with him the other day, she’d resolved to stay away from the hardware store, and anywhere else he frequented, because holy hell, just being near him got her hot. And she knew that wasn’t the way to get naughty Ryder to come out and play again.

He wanted distance? She was giving it. It was only a matter of time before that distance ate away at his self-control and brought him back to her for another round.

After they’d had sex on his truck—pause for shivers at the memory—she’d realized that Ryder liked his boundaries and rules and control. And Whitney was learning she liked losing control with him. Especially when he lost it back. He just needed time to convince himself he was in control. And then? Pause for more shivers.

She held up another shirt and looked at the slogan.

Diamond: vampire-free but we still sparkle.

She raised a brow. It felt more lackluster than anything, but she liked the creativity.

“Hi there!” a sweet voice rang out. Lily McCade stood next to her in pink scrubs, with a small basket dangling from her arm.

“Hi,” Whitney said. “How are you?”

“I’m well, thanks. Just getting off work. It’s nice to see you again.”

Whitney had met her briefly when she’d come into the BBQ a few nights before. She and Penny seemed to be BFFs of some kind.

“You settling in all right?” Lily asked. Her sunny hair and rosy cheeks gave off a glow no one else seemed to have. She wasn’t much older than Whitney, yet she was decades beyond her in experience. There was a maturity and patience in Lily that made Whitney feel at ease. It was the same kind of light she’d loved about her sister Kacey.

“Yeah, I was just looking for a T-shirt.”

“Oh, well those look like great choices.” Though her words were nice, her frown made Whitney think twice. Lily shook her head slightly. “I think those are too big for you, though.”

Whitney glanced at the shirt she was holding. It was, in fact, two sizes too big. “I like them a bit bigger.” She usually tied them up to wear during the day, and they could double as nightshirts to wear in the evenings.

She tapped the one in Whitney’s hand. “Well, this green here is a great color. Would look great with your skin tone.”