head dropped back onto the cushion as lust, pure and addictive, pulsed through her as it rushed full-speed to her pussy. She purred, “Promise?"
"Promise,” he growled in return. “Can you get away?"
"Hell, yeah!” Reno jumped on the next plane to San Antonio.
Reno deplaned in San Antonio, and practically ran through the airport, following the baggage claim signs. Riding down the packed escalator, she scanned the crowd standing outside the glass wall separating them from the secured area.
He wasn't there. She looked again, through the sea of cowboy hats and denim, then spotted him by his smile alone. The collar of his jean jacket was turned up, and he wore a pair of aviator sunglasses, but the flash of his grin was unmistakable and so dear to her, she could never see it enough. In one hand, he carried a dozen red roses, and his other hand lifted in a wave that looked more like he was reaching for her.
Delight had her breath catching in her lungs as happy tears filled her eyes and threatened to spill over. She stepped out of the secured area into his arms. The warmth of him pressing against her filled her with tenderness she hadn't experienced with a lover before. Was her heart really beating that fast? Or was it his?
He hugged her tight, the roses batting her on the arm. “Baby, I was lonely without you."
His admission set butterflies flapping in her stomach. “Oh, Ch—"
"No,” he said, then whispered in her ear. “Don't use my name. There are always people watching for me here."
She tamped down the urge to look around for paparazzi, and smiled up at him. “Billy Joe, I sure did miss you, too."
He shook his head and grinned. “I look like a Billy Joe?"
Reno slid her fingers along the nape of his neck, feeling the soft hair hidden under his jacket collar. “You look like heaven to me."
His brow furrowed. “Reno. There's so much I want to tell you.” He took a breath and broke the spell by stepping back. “Here.” Handing her the flowers, he turned them toward the baggage claim. “Let's get your suitcase and go home."
Home. She craved the comfort of being alone with him on his ranch. Staying there...indefinitely? At least until her class started.
With his arm around her shoulders and hers around his lower back, they walked through the crowd, Chase blending in as he never had in LA. After they found her bag, they walked outside. Reno expected to see a limo waiting, but he wheeled her suitcase across the street to the parking ramp, holding her hand and talking about all the preparation he'd asked his housekeeper and cook to handle.
"You like salmon and steak, right? I thought we'd have that tonight. Then tomorrow we can break out the lobster tails."
"Wow. I'm going to need my buffet pants if we're eating all that."
He smiled and lifted her hand to his lips for a kiss. “Don't worry. I remembered your Greek yogurt for breakfast."
She sucked in a deep breath and sighed. Amazing that he remembered all her favorites, and considerate of him to cater to her that way. “Thank you, Chase.” She glanced around. “I mean Billy Joe."
"Very stereotypical of you to pick that name, you know."
She glanced up at his face. His smirk told her he was teasing. “I'm looking forward to your breaking me of my preconceived notions about Texas."
He stopped behind a very large white pickup truck, opened the truck bed cover, and set her suitcase in, re-securing the top. Then he turned to her. “Baby, I'm looking forward to breaking you in like a wild bronco."
A sliver of delight pierced her, low in her belly, arrowing down to her pussy lips. “It's going to be a fast ride, cowboy. You'd better hang on tight."
His nostrils flared and his body tensed. Then he took her wrist and walked to the passenger door, hiding them between vehicles. “Goddamn, I want you, woman.” He pulled her against him then slid his hands down her back to her ass and lifted her, pressing her against the evidence of his need. His hard
"Promise,” he growled in return. “Can you get away?"
"Hell, yeah!” Reno jumped on the next plane to San Antonio.
Reno deplaned in San Antonio, and practically ran through the airport, following the baggage claim signs. Riding down the packed escalator, she scanned the crowd standing outside the glass wall separating them from the secured area.
He wasn't there. She looked again, through the sea of cowboy hats and denim, then spotted him by his smile alone. The collar of his jean jacket was turned up, and he wore a pair of aviator sunglasses, but the flash of his grin was unmistakable and so dear to her, she could never see it enough. In one hand, he carried a dozen red roses, and his other hand lifted in a wave that looked more like he was reaching for her.
Delight had her breath catching in her lungs as happy tears filled her eyes and threatened to spill over. She stepped out of the secured area into his arms. The warmth of him pressing against her filled her with tenderness she hadn't experienced with a lover before. Was her heart really beating that fast? Or was it his?
He hugged her tight, the roses batting her on the arm. “Baby, I was lonely without you."
His admission set butterflies flapping in her stomach. “Oh, Ch—"
"No,” he said, then whispered in her ear. “Don't use my name. There are always people watching for me here."
She tamped down the urge to look around for paparazzi, and smiled up at him. “Billy Joe, I sure did miss you, too."
He shook his head and grinned. “I look like a Billy Joe?"
Reno slid her fingers along the nape of his neck, feeling the soft hair hidden under his jacket collar. “You look like heaven to me."
His brow furrowed. “Reno. There's so much I want to tell you.” He took a breath and broke the spell by stepping back. “Here.” Handing her the flowers, he turned them toward the baggage claim. “Let's get your suitcase and go home."
Home. She craved the comfort of being alone with him on his ranch. Staying there...indefinitely? At least until her class started.
With his arm around her shoulders and hers around his lower back, they walked through the crowd, Chase blending in as he never had in LA. After they found her bag, they walked outside. Reno expected to see a limo waiting, but he wheeled her suitcase across the street to the parking ramp, holding her hand and talking about all the preparation he'd asked his housekeeper and cook to handle.
"You like salmon and steak, right? I thought we'd have that tonight. Then tomorrow we can break out the lobster tails."
"Wow. I'm going to need my buffet pants if we're eating all that."
He smiled and lifted her hand to his lips for a kiss. “Don't worry. I remembered your Greek yogurt for breakfast."
She sucked in a deep breath and sighed. Amazing that he remembered all her favorites, and considerate of him to cater to her that way. “Thank you, Chase.” She glanced around. “I mean Billy Joe."
"Very stereotypical of you to pick that name, you know."
She glanced up at his face. His smirk told her he was teasing. “I'm looking forward to your breaking me of my preconceived notions about Texas."
He stopped behind a very large white pickup truck, opened the truck bed cover, and set her suitcase in, re-securing the top. Then he turned to her. “Baby, I'm looking forward to breaking you in like a wild bronco."
A sliver of delight pierced her, low in her belly, arrowing down to her pussy lips. “It's going to be a fast ride, cowboy. You'd better hang on tight."
His nostrils flared and his body tensed. Then he took her wrist and walked to the passenger door, hiding them between vehicles. “Goddamn, I want you, woman.” He pulled her against him then slid his hands down her back to her ass and lifted her, pressing her against the evidence of his need. His hard
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