After a quick check in the mirror, Sarah picked up her purse and went downstairs. After saying goodnight to her parents, she got into her car and drove to Chase’s ranch, fifteen minutes away.
Sarah walked up the path to Chase’s house and knocked, her nerves humming. It had been almost two years since she had broken up with Peter, and though she’d dated since then, she hadn’t been physically intimate with any of her dates, except for a polite kiss goodnight. But she was ready for Chase.
Making out with him at the drive-in had seared her senses…
The door opened and she drank in Chase’s appearance. Dressed in black slacks and a dark blue shirt emphasizing his blue eyes and broad shoulders, he could pass for a romance novel cover model.
“Come in.” Desire gleamed in his eyes and he ushered her inside. Soft jazz played in the background and she found her gaze drawn to the table in the dining nook set for two. A white table cloth, flickering candles and shining silver cutlery completed the elegant setting.
Sarah smiled. “I’m impressed.” She reached up to kiss him, winding her arms around his neck. Chase deepened the kiss, slanting his mouth over hers, his hands grazing the small of her back.
When he broke away, they were both breathing heavily. “Come into the kitchen.” He took her hand, leading her into the neat and tidy kitchen where a bottle of wine sat open. Chase poured them both a glass and handed one to her.
Sarah looked into his eyes and took her first sip of the velvety chardonnay with a hint of vanilla in its depths. The wine slipped down her throat as she continued to gaze at Chase, tremors of anticipation running rampant.
A delicious savory smell wafted from the oven. She didn’t know how she was going to get through dinner with Chase, when all she wanted to do was to be in his arms, exploring his firmly muscled body, honed from years of physical labor.
Maybe tonight, she would have the chance to do more than just run her hands over those muscles.
The silence lengthened. Chase continued to look at her with a hungry gleam in his eye. "Um. Something smells good.”
He smiled. “Swiss chicken casserole.”
“My favorite!”
“I know. Betty mentioned it at the diner one time.” He set his glass on the counter before plucking her wine glass out of her hand. “Come here, Miss Grant.”
She willingly went into his arms, breathing in his scent that was such a part of him. He molded her body to his sinewy frame, his hands tracing every inch of her curves, before he dipped his head to kiss her slowly and thoroughly.
He ended the kiss by tracing his tongue over her lips. “I want you, Sarah.” His eyes smoldered with desire.
“I want you too, Chase,” she breathed, her pulse pounding with need.
The oven bell dinged and Chase looked at the stove ruefully before planting a fierce kiss upon her lips. “Well, I did promise you dinner.”
Sarah was hungry when she arrived at Chase’s house, but she found it hard to focus on the tasty casserole. Was he having the same problem? She ate sparingly, aware of the sexual tension simmering in the air. Chase’s intense gaze snared her and her hand trembled when she picked up her wine glass.
“Would you like dessert?” His voice sounded like midnight velvet.
“No, thanks.” She tried to smile but didn’t succeed. All she wanted to do was melt into his arms, skin to skin, lips to lips, and revel in the desire he aroused in her.
“Come and sit with me on the couch.” He held out his hand to her and led her to the large, comfy looking couch in the living room.
She sank into the soft cushions, her thigh grazing his. Chase tilted her face and kissed the corners of her mouth. His tongue sought entry and she parted her lips. He gathered her to him until she sprawled across his lap.
Sarah clasped his broad shoulders, leaning into the kiss, well aware of his hard manhood pressing against her thigh. She would never be able to get enough of Chase McCord. That he seemed to feel same way about her made her feel as giddy as a teen.
Chase cupped the curve of her derriere, his fingers stroking sensually. His palm slid down her thigh until it glided under the hem of her dress. Inch, by tantalizing inch, his large hand crept up the smooth skin of her thigh, reaching her lace panties.
His fingers explored Sarah through her panties and she moaned into his mouth. His thumb traced circles over her mound, igniting electrifying shockwaves in her sensitive spot. She broke off the kiss, burying her face in his neck as his fingers slipped under her panties and teased her damp warmth.
“Does that feel good?” He almost growled as he stroked her secret nub.
“Yes.” She breathed against his salty skin, her hands flexing on his shoulders. Delicious sensations coursed through her as he caressed her until she didn’t think she could take any more.