Chasing Desire (Chasing Love 3)

“Oh, we’ve met,” he said. “Auto?”

“Autumn Lane.”

He nodded. Now it all made sense.

“And yes, we’ve met briefly. Very, very briefly,” she said with a hint of sarcasm.

Fuck briefly. They’d spent hours together. Between the bar and sexing her all ways up and down, there’d been no briefly about it. It was, however, still short of the full night he’d been expecting.

“Back up,” Colt said. “When did you meet?”

“Last night,” Huck said.

“That’s why he’s so pissy today,” Colt whispered to Bass loud enough for Huck and Autumn to hear. “He’s been sulking around all morning.”

“All. Morning,” Bass agreed.

“Will you two shut up? I’m not sulking.”

The two guys carried on like he—and Autumn—weren’t standing right fucking there.

“You think she shot him down?” Colt asked Bass.

“That would be…impossible!” Bass said in an end-of-the-world-movie-voiceover tone. His friends clearly thought this was hilarious.

Huck was about to unleash a verbal ass whooping, but then Autumn smiled. Big and bright, and the damn thing made his chest twist and his cock stir. Just like last night. Her tough exteri

or, eat-shit-and-die glare together with a sex-pot body and fantasy-inducing eyes made him almost forget that his friends were giving him hell right in front of her.

She was a no-bullshit, hot-as-fuck woman who looked amazing in ripped jeans. She also had a chip on her shoulder that he was desperate to eradicate—almost as much as her panties. He might not do commitment, but this woman turned his blood up ten degrees with one look, and he couldn’t figure out how to fight the fever.

Maybe one more night would quench his desire and get his damn body back to a normal temperature. Then he could be the one to leave and regain control.

“Huck’s never been shot down,” Bass said, in a “whisper” everyone could hear. Which only made Autumn’s smile widen.

“Well, glad I can make the impossible happen,” she said.

“Impossible?” Huck asked, taking a step toward her and putting his hands in his pockets. Her stormy eyes snapped to the motion, and just as he remembered, the mouthy mechanic wasn’t completely immune to his charms. Time he got his swagger back and reminded her of last night and how she’d begged and screamed for his touch. “If memory serves, honey, you were pretty set on seeing what I tasted like.”

He expected her to gasp, but she didn’t even look the least bit frazzled. God, he liked that about her. She was a challenge. Different. Not a girly-girl, but all woman.

“I think lack of sleep has messed with your memory, honey.” She leaned in a little, her gaze locked with his, and licked her bottom lip before giving it a little bite. The action made him nearly groan. “You were the one begging for a taste of me.”

“Oh, shit,” Colt whispered.

Great. His friends were standing right behind him, basically giving commentary, as he got his ass handed to him by this woman.

Huck clicked his tongue ring against his teeth. He wasn’t going down like this. They may have had only a couple hours, but he recalled one thing vividly.

“Oh, I remember the taste of you very well.” He leaned in and whispered in her ear so that his asshole friends couldn’t hear. “You were like warm caramel.”

Her breath caught just for a second, and he grinned. Yeah, he still got to her.

“Well, now that we’ve caught up,” she said, straightening her shoulders, like she was dismissing his comment. She couldn’t fool him though. He saw her pulse quicken in her throat, and those plump lips parted just a millimeter to take another shaky breath.

Fuck yeah, he still got to her. And now that he knew where they stood—enemies in every way but in the bedroom—he had no compunction about goading her into one more round. Hell, into as many rounds as he could fit into the next two weeks, because it was clear Autumn would never want anything beyond that.

“I need some tools,” she said, then glanced at Huck. “Besides the one standing in front of me.”