Chapter 3 #3
While she was down there, she swirled two fingers inside her channel and then dragged her finger up to her clit.
A jolt of sensation made her moan softly.
As soon as the sound left her mouth, she clapped her other hand over her lips.
But she couldn’t stop what she’d started—and she didn’t want to.
Slowly circling that nubbin of desire, she closed her eyes and embraced the feelings building inside.
As the intensity increased, she stroked faster and faster until the tingling started at her core and spread outward to the very tips of her fingers and toes.
She rode the wave all the way to the end.
By the time the tingles dissipated and she returned to sanity, her breathing came in ragged gasps, and her knees shook.
She turned her face into the warm spray of the shower and let the water run over her breasts and down to her sex, adding to her overall satisfaction.
She turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, a little cockier and more self-assured than when she’d stepped in.
“Take that, Chase Flannigan. I don’t need no stinkin’ man to get me off.
” She toweled dry and dressed in the shorts and shirt Gina had provided.
The shorts were shorter than she preferred, and the top hugged her breasts a little too tightly, but she couldn’t complain.
At least it was better than wearing her red dress throughout another day and night.
Alana slipped her feet into a pair of flip-flops, the only other pair of shoes she’d found in her suitcase.
Tossing her hair up into a turban, she left the bathroom, a smile on her face.
“It’s all yours,” she said as she emerged from the bedroom with her brush.
Chase’s wicked smile took some of the wind out of Alana’s sails. “Just so you know, there’s barely any sound insulation between the bathroom walls and the bedroom.” He leaned close to her as she passed. “You might not need me to get you off, but I promise, I’d make you moan a lot louder.”
Fire filled her cheeks. “You did not…”
“Oh, yes, we did,” Gina sang from the sitting room. “Quite the entertainment.”
Chase’s chuckles followed him all the way into the bathroom. Even after he closed the door, his soft laughter could be heard.
Alana glared at Gina. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Gina laughed and held up her hands. “I wouldn’t dare come between you and your personal pleasuring, and I hope you’d do the same for me. Besides, I was turned on. And based on the tent in the shorts he put on, so was Chase.”
Covering her face with her hands, Alana groaned. “This day couldn’t get worse.”
“Be careful,” Gina warned. “You might jinx yourself. Remember, you have a bad guy gunning for you.”
“Oh, Gina, don’t be so melodramatic.”
Gina’s smile faded. “Honey, I hope it’s melodrama. I don’t want you to be hurt. We’ve come too far together for me to lose you now.”
Alana hugged her friend. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if you hadn’t gotten me out of that church before my father arrived. And I certainly wouldn’t have come here if you hadn’t come with me.”
“I love you, sweetie,” Gina said. “You’re the sister I never had.” She pushed Alana to arm’s length and touched her cheek. “I’m just glad you didn’t marry that spineless piece of shit, Vance. He didn’t deserve you.”
“I’m glad, too.” Alana grimaced. “I think I was so caught up in the whole promise of getting to my happily-ever-after that I never stopped to consider he wasn’t the right guy to get me there.”
Gina tilted her head toward the bathroom where Chase was singing some song at the top of his voice with words like something dumb to do and want to marry you.
“While you’re out retracing your steps from last night, keep an open mind.
Even drunk, you wouldn’t have married Chase if you hadn’t seen something in him worth marrying. ”
“People do stupid things when they’re inebriated, Gina. Don’t read more into the situation than that.” Alana pulled the turban off her head and ran the brush through her hair, smoothing the tangles.
“He has a decent singing voice,” Gina said. “You have to give him that.”
Alana didn’t respond to her friend’s comment. She didn’t have to give Chase anything. They weren’t married.
Gina disappeared into her room, muttering something about getting dressed before Carson returned. How could she be so cool about sleeping with a man she’d just met?
Alana had never slept with a man on the first date, much less married one.
She pressed her fingers to her temples, trying hard to remember anything from the night before.
Nothing.
She shrugged. “Guess we’re going to have to take that trip down Memory Lane to figure out more about why someone is threatening us.”
“That’s right,” Chase said from the bedroom door. “Are you ready to go?”
She turned, and her heart flipped.
Chase stood there in dark trousers and a powder-blue polo shirt that matched the pale blue of his eyes.
Oh, yes, she was beginning to see why she’d taken a step on the wild side. The man inspired wild thoughts with those wickedly beautiful eyes and an even more panty-melting smile.
One look at the handsome, virile man, made Alana suspect she was in more trouble than she’d originally imagined.
But when he held out his hand, she took it.