Overdrive TheLookOfLove June14 (3 page)

“It hasn’t been my best night.”

Yet again, she hadn’t answered his question. But by not saying yes, he figured it was pretty safe to assume the bruise hadn’t been caused by her hitting the steering wheel when her car had landed in the ditch. Any other woman would have been crying, but not this one, even though she’d clearly had some crazy shit happen to her in the last few hours.

“No kidding,” he said softly.

The more he looked at her, the angrier he got about the bruise. He’d fought with his brothers enough times to know that it must hurt like a mother. But he knew better than to make a big deal out of it. He wasn’t going to bruise her pride…not when someone had already done a hell of a job on her face.

“Have you put any ice on it?”

She shook her head and he reluctantly let go of her and moved toward the kitchen.

After filling a plastic bag with ice, he wrapped the whole thing up in a clean, soft kitchen towel.

She hadn’t moved from the spot where he’d stopped her from running. He could easily bring her the ice, but he knew it was important that she start to trust him—at least a little—if he was going to be able to help her.

Every instinct he possessed had been screaming out from that first instant he’d spotted her that her damage was a hell of a lot bigger than just losing control of her car in the rain.

Sucked to be right sometimes.

“I don’t bite. I promise.”

The last thing he expected her to do was drop her gaze to his still throbbing groin, raise an eyebrow, and say, “Really?”

Glad to see that any remnant of the tears that hadn’t come were long gone, he let loose his grin at her pointed comment. “What I should have said is, I won’t bite unless—”

She held up a hand to cut him off and finished his sentence in a sarcastic voice. “Unless I want you to.” She said it like she’d heard it a hundred times before. “Whatever. I don’t want you to. Not now. Not ever.” Her words were tired, hard, but she moved toward him. “I’ll take the ice, though.”

He handed it to her and she was starting to thank him when she pressed it against her cheek a little too hard and gasped in pain.

“Here,” he said, “let me.”

Moving close enough to touch again, he slid the fingers of his left hand beneath hers while cupping the back of her head with his right.

Chase was surprised to realize the ice had finally broken between them. All because of the hard-on he couldn’t control and her sarcastic comments about it.

Who would have thought that would do it?

He expected her to pull away from him, to tell him she could take care of herself, to insist that he keep his hands off her. Instead, he was in for another surprise when she said, “You’re good at this,”

in a soft voice that did nothing to stop the southerly flow of blood to his groin.

“Five brothers, remember?” he said with a small smile. “Although my sisters were the ones who usually left the worst bruises when we were messing around.” He grinned. “Little brats.”

She looked up at him, then, and he didn’t have any hope of controlling his reaction to the shot of desire that rocked him. Her eyes were extraordinary, a vibrant green along the rims of the pupil, but filled in everywhere else with blue.

“You like your brothers and sisters a lot, don’t you?”

His eyes moved to her mouth as she spoke, giving him a chance to further appreciate the full curves of her lower lip, the sweet cupid’s bow of the upper.

No question about it, he was on his way to totally and completely losing his shit over this woman. One that obviously came with baggage.

He’d never been a man much interested in baggage. Looked like the universe was playing a fast one on him tonight. Because he was definitely interested.

“Do I have something on my mouth?”

Her irritation was, thankfully, fused with a faint amusement at how clearly mesmerized he was.

At this point, he’d rather have her laughing at him than running from him.

He refused to think of later, to let his brain head toward the direction it was dying to go...the one where she was naked and he was tasting every inch of her beautiful skin. First he had to get her to agree to actually stay the night.

And not run at first light.

Aware that his erection was filling out even more behind the zipper of his jeans, he shifted his hips away from hers before saying, “No, your mouth is perfect.” A flush spread across the side of her face he wasn’t covering with the towel. “And yes, my siblings are great.”

Her expression filled with longing before she turned her head away and lowered her lashes so he couldn’t see into her stunning—and expressive—eyes anymore.

“My cheek feels better now, thanks. I’m pretty tired. Could you show me where the bedroom is?”

He wanted to keep her there with him and ask her questions until she told him who had hurt her.

It didn’t take a brain surgeon to guess that she was running from someone. Every cell in Chase’s body wanted to protect her, but even though that initial icy barrier had been broken, he knew she wasn’t anywhere near ready to trust him yet.

“The bedrooms are just down the hall,” he told her, but even though it was long past time to let her go, he couldn’t do it. Her warmth, her soft curves were too good, too right, for him to back away.

Chloe, unfortunately, had no problem moving out of his arms.

Since odds were a guy had done the number on her face, he wondered, was she married? Was this the work of an abusive husband?

Chase wasn’t in the habit of scanning ring fingers for diamonds, but it was important this time.

There was no subtlety in his glance at her left hand. He didn’t even try to be subtle. Hell, she’d already seen his hard-on for her. Felt it, too. He’d promised to keep his hands off for the night. But he’d said nothing about the future. And he needed to know if she was being beaten up by the guy she was married to.

She was holding her hand clenched into a fist, but he couldn’t see a ring.

Good. That meant that once he found out what had happened to her, once she started to trust him, there wasn’t one single reason he couldn’t also begin a slow and steady seduction.

When he finally looked up at her face, she was staring back at him with that same irritation he’d seen in her eyes earlier, only with none of the accompanying amusement this time.

Busted.

“The bedroom?” She lifted an eyebrow. Way up. “You were going to show me where it was.”

He put his hands on her bag. “This way.”

She reached for it, too, and they played a ridiculous game of tug-of-war over the barf-green canvas bag for a few seconds. Chase knew he should just let her continue carrying it, but she couldn’t have been more than five foot five to his six-three and he figured he outweighed her by about eighty-or-so pounds. He could carry the damn bag for her.

Still clutching it in both her fists, she said, “You’ve really got a thing about carrying my bag, don’t you?”

He was holding firm to his side as he replied, “I was going to say the same to you.”

She dropped the bag so fast he stumbled back with it.

She shook her head and muttered, “I’ve never understood why men feel like they have to be so macho.”

“Wanting to help you with this bag isn’t macho.”

“You sure about that?”

“Maybe it’s just that my mother taught me right,” he countered, throwing her earlier words back at her.

He didn’t wait for her to argue some more…not when he was getting way too close to planting a kiss on that lovely smart mouth, whether she wanted him to or not.

He led the way down the hall to the master suite where he’d been planning to sleep. The other bedrooms were fully decked out with high-end mattresses, but he wanted Chloe to have the very best.

Chase opened the door and was about to reach for the light switch when he realized it was already on. It took his water-addled brain longer than it should have to realize that the bed wasn’t empty.

And a naked woman was waiting for him on it.

Shit.

Holy fucking shit.

He’d forgotten all about Ellen, but she obviously hadn’t forgotten about him. If things had gone differently tonight—way differently—he would have been psyched to find her already stripped down and ready for him.

Only, after meeting Chloe, Chase was about as un-psyched by Ellen’s naked presence in the house as he could be.

Before he could think fast and get her the hell out of there, Chloe stepped out from behind him.

He waited for her to gasp in outrage, for her to do the inevitable—grab her bag from him and run back out into the rain.

But all that came was laughter.

“Maybe,” she said through her undisguised mirth, “there’s another bedroom I could take?” She chuckled again. “Out of hearing distance, if at all possible, please.”

He shot her a look that said she was crazy. Chloe couldn’t seriously think he was going to bone Ellen while she was in the house, did she?

But then, he lost hold of the question entirely as her ongoing laughter wrapped itself around his senses.

God, he loved the sound of it. So easy. Straight from her soul. And her smile was beautiful.

Lovely.

Ellen was still stark naked on the bed, but he couldn’t take his eyes off Chloe. He’d wanted to kiss her practically from the moment he’d met her. Now he wanted to kiss her senseless and make her smile, hear her sweet laughter, just as much.

“Chase? Who’s she?”

Ellen hadn’t yet made a move to cover up and he noticed she wasn’t really his type after all. He much preferred Chloe’s curves to Ellen’s taut muscles. And dyed blond curls had nothing on light brown hair that picked up the light as it shifted across her shoulders and back every time Chloe moved.

She looked far too cheerful for the situation as she replied for him. “I’m Chloe.” Another grin.

“Chase picked me up tonight.” She nodded in his direction and added, “You know the story, girl in trouble on the side of the road meets guy in a BMW.”

Ellen looked more confused than angry. She looked at Chase and seemed to make up her mind about something before saying, “With you being a photographer and running with all those fast crowds, I should have figured you were into this sort of thing.”

Feeling as if he’d stepped into some kind of surreal scene being shot for a movie, Chase had to ask, “What kind of stuff do you think I’m into?”

“You know, ménages and stuff,” Ellen said as she sat up cross-legged on the bed, giving both him and Chloe a straight shot of her privates. Her totally bare, waxed privates.

Jesus, he thought with a grimace, she needed to cover up. He yanked open the closet and pulled a robe out, throwing it to her from across the room.

“I haven’t been with another girl in a little while,” Ellen was saying, “but I’m sure I haven’t forgotten what to do.” She turned her attention from Chase to Chloe. “Nice to meet you, Chloe, even if this is a teensy bit unexpected. I’m Ellen, by the way.” She barely paused to take a breath. “You’re very pretty. I don’t think this will be at all difficult to get into.”

Chloe looked utterly bemused by the way Ellen was looking at her, clearly sizing up her future performance in bed. “Thanks, I guess,” she said, “but I don’t think I’m up for any threesomes tonight.”

The easy way she said it had Chase’s brain spinning off in all sorts of crazy directions. Had she done a ménage before?

Just the thought of a guy and girl both touching her together had him seeing red. He couldn’t let himself think about two guys or he’d split a vein.

He’d never gone looking for serious, had been perfectly happy with one-night stands for the past thirty-two years. On the road as much as he was, keeping things clean and simple fit his life best.

He’d never envied his colleagues who had a wife and kids at home waiting for them.

But from the first moment he’d seen Chloe, he’d wanted to protect her…and more.

“Oh my God,” Ellen said suddenly when she finally saw Chloe’s nasty bruise. “What happened to your face?”

Chase hated to see every bit of laughter leave Chloe’s face.

“I’ll find another bedroom myself. Good night.”

He wanted to go after her, but he had to deal with Ellen first.

“Is she okay?” Ellen asked after Chloe had closed the door behind her.

He ran a hand through his wet hair. “She’ll be okay.” He’d make sure of it. “Look, tonight’s not going to happen anymore.”

“Because of her?”

Chase nodded. “Because of her.”

Fortunately, although Ellen looked disappointed, she simply shrugged rather than throwing a tantrum. “She really is very pretty.” She smiled up at him in a hopeful way. “I was serious about the three-way if you want to try to convince her.”

“No.” He didn’t want to be an ass, but he didn’t want to lead Ellen on, either. “I don’t think that’s going to happen.”

“Maybe another time, then,” she said as she walked naked across the room to her clothes, which he now saw were draped over a sofa chair in the corner.

Like hell. He was never, ever going to share Chloe with anyone. Not a woman and definitely not a man.

Once he convinced her to give him a chance, that is.

Problem was, he thought as he turned his back to let Ellen put on her clothes, he had a feeling convincing Chloe to trust him enough to give him a chance with her wasn’t going to be an easy task in the least.

Chloe wanted nothing more than to drop her bag on the bedroom floor, throw herself on the bed, and curl up into a tight ball. But the wood floor looked really expensive and she’d already dripped on it enough.

Heading for the bathroom, she put her bag down on the tiled floor, then stripped off her wet, dirty clothes and put them in the sink. She would have loved to throw them away, but she didn’t have much with her and knew that she’d need them again in the near future. The best she could do for the time being was to wash them out and hang them up to dry. Of course, she knew the house must have a washer and dryer, but spending the night in a stranger’s house—not even the stranger who’d brought her here, but a brother she’d never met—was more than enough charity.