“Don’t push, woman.” He slapped her firmly on the ass. “If you do, you won’t see the light of day today,” he warned her dangerously.
Hope wanted to tell him she wouldn’t mind, but he cut off her sinful thoughts.
“You’d be so sore you wouldn’t be able to move,” he cautioned unhappily.
He was probably right, but Hope didn’t want to admit it. “I need to take a shower.” She looked back at him after she sat up. “Are you planning on staying in bed all day?”
“Not if you’re not here,” he answered cantankerously. “It wouldn’t be nearly as much fun. I’d rather follow you into the shower.”
“I thought you said we had to take this slow,” she answered him cheekily as she rose and shot a mischievous look over her shoulder.
“I can still look,” Jason answered coarsely. His eyes roamed over her figure with blatant naked desire.
God, he makes me feel like a goddess.
She couldn’t ever remember feeling this desirable, and her hips swayed a little bit more as she sashayed into the bathroom.
With a low growl, Jason followed right behind her.
Hope dug into her purse, ignored the credit card Jason had handed her before she left on her shopping expedition to the town of Rocky Springs, and pulled out her own card instead. She handed it over to the friendly, older man behind the counter, happy she’d found almost everything she wanted, and more.
The sporting goods shop had a wide variety of hiking gear, clothing, and other items that she’d wanted to purchase. Jason had handed her the keys to his rental car hesitantly, as though he thought she was going to run away.
Like I’m really going to leave the man who gives me the most incredible orgasms I’ve ever experienced.
She wanted more, much more, and she’d shared that little secret with him as she’d snatched the keys, being rewarded with a heart-melting grin and breathtaking kiss before she left the guesthouse.
After she signed for her purchases, she took them to the car, opened the back hatch with a click of a button, and stored them safely in the roomy back of the black SUV. As the door started to close, she smirked as she realized that even though the Escalade was a more expensive vehicle than the one she owned, it was probably the cheapest automobile Jason had ever driven. There was very little need for expensive sports cars in this area, and it was probably the only thing that was available in the small town.
Jason had always liked high-performance vehicles, and one of his hobbies as a teenager had been restoring old classic sports cars. She wondered whether he still did that, or whether he’d dropped the hobby because he could afford any car he wanted already fully restored.
Hope stopped, looked up and down the street, and smirked as she spotted a gourmet chocolate factory. That would have to be her last stop or the chocolate would melt before she got it back to Jason.
Rocky Springs was a lovely mountain town that reminded her of several other quaint, small mountain towns and villages in Colorado. The downtown area, the main street, was a collection of useful and eclectic shops, mostly small businesses and specialty shops.
Not seeing what she wanted, she squinted into the sunlight, trying to see what was across the street.
“You look lost,” a friendly female voice said beside her genially.
Hope turned her head to glance at the woman, a beautiful brunette with hair as dark as coal that fell in a long, straight curtain down her shoulders and back. The woman’s crimson lips were turned up in a smile, her eyes covered by a pair of black sunglasses that had plenty of rhinestone bling. Whoever she was, she was exotically beautiful, even dressed in a simple red cotton shirt and a pair of jeans, similar to the attire Hope had put on hastily before she left the guesthouse.
Hope smiled back at her. “I’m visiting. I’m staying at the resort, and my—” She hesitated before she continued. “My husband wants to take me out for dinner. I don’t have a dress. I was looking for a women’s clothing store.”
“You’re staying with us?” The woman’s smile grew wider. “I’m Chloe Colter. I live at the resort.” She put her hand out readily.
Hope clasped and shook it. “Hope Sinclair,” she answered back automatically. As she withdrew her hand, she surveyed the woman quizzically. “You’re Tate’s sister.” The gorgeous, petite woman looked nothing like Tate Colter.
The woman removed her sunglasses. “The only thing we share is the Colter eyes,” Chloe answered with a chuckle as she revealed a pair of the same long-lashed smoky gray eyes as Tate’s. “And you’re Hope Sutherland now, I understand. Congratulations on your marriage. Tate stopped by yesterday, and he told me and Mom that Jason Sutherland had married and was staying here. We were both dying to meet you.”