“I’m feeling a pole right now.” She rocked her hips forward, bumping his erection.
“Honey, that’s not a pole, that’s a rod. A thick steel rod.”
“Uh-huh.”
Chance gripped her ass lightly, enjoying the feel of all her curves. He raised his head and gave her a brief, teasing kiss. There was something really wonderful about being in the woods with Jolene, lazy and easy. Their relationship had been so go-go-go, in the studio, on the road, tumbling into bed, making hot and sweaty love, then passing out cold for five hours so they could do it again the next day. Maybe that was why he’d never felt comfortable in her house. It hadn’t been much different than the endless hotel rooms they’d shared. Just a blur of expensive furniture set against a generic backdrop. Like the house he’d grown up in—not a home, just a showpiece.
Now they had a rare chance to hang out, take it slow, enjoy each other. Settle in. Settle down.
He kissed her again, running the tip of his tongue over her bottom lip. She tasted like coffee. “You feel really good,” he said, running his hands over her backside. “I love your butt. And your breasts. And your hips.”
Jolene’s eyebrows rose. “You sound so earnest. I think I believe you.”
“You should. I’m telling you, I have dreams about your body. If I could build a perfect woman, she’d look exactly like you.”
“This isn’t build-a-bitch. I’m a person, too, you know. Not just a body.”
It figured that somehow, in complimenting her, he had stepped into a hole. He needed a script, for chrissake. But she didn’t look mad. She looked playful.
“Of course you’re a person. An intelligent, feisty, sweet, talented woman. But we’re not talking right now. We’re rubbing on each other.”
“You want to rub?” she asked, her voice sexy and seductive. She moved her hips even more, rolling them so that she lightly ground up against him. “Let’s rub, Rivers.”
Making out for long periods of time wasn’t something they’d ever really done, and now he wondered why the hell not. It was hotter than hell. It was a fully clothed embrace, mouths melding as they breathed each other in and out and relaxed into each other’s arms. Their hips were pressed together, and she was teasing him with that little bump and grind, but it wasn’t an urgent arousal. It was a slow simmer that he found he was really enjoying.
He would have preferred being on top of her, in control, but he didn’t want her getting crushed against the dock. After several delicious moments, she pulled away, wiping her swollen bottom lip, one corner of her mouth turning up.
“I never knew fishing was this much fun,” he said, giving her a wink.
She leaned in close. He tilted his head for another kiss, but she shook her head teasingly. “You’ve never been fishing in a pond, have you?”
“I can’t lie,” he admitted. “Nope.”
“That’s probably why you don’t even realize you have a fish on your line.”
“Really?” That made him feel oddly excited. Hey, he was competitive. He sat up and gently shifted Jolene off his lap. “Let me reel him in.”
Jolene laughed. “I can’t believe you fell for that!”
“Wait, what?” He lifted his pole up and almost flung it over his shoulder—there was nothing on the hook. “You are a devious woman.” He set the pole back down. “No dinner tonight, I guess. We’ll be forced to starve.”
“Or we could eat the steaks I brought.”
“You do like meat, don’t you?” He grinned at her. “Let’s ditch the poles and head inside.”
Her lips were dewy and plump from his kisses, and her hair was tousled. She looked relaxed and sexy as hell.
“Just as a side note, have I mentioned today how gorgeous you are?” he asked.
“Not in the last five minutes.”
“You are.” He flipped up the ends of her hair. “I should have said it more when it mattered.”
“It still matters. Thank you.” She held her hand out to him. “Help me up.”
Jolene took Chance’s hand when he gave it to her and let him tug her up to her feet. She had needed to break off their make-out session because she found herself thinking that taking off their clothes and doing it right there on the dock wasn’t such a bad idea. Which it was. That was all she needed. A sex tape hitting the Internet. Because while she was convinced they were alone, there was really no telling. Photographers seemed to pop out of trees and Dumpsters and unmarked cars with no rhyme or reason. She and Chance needed to be inside, blinds shut, before the stripping commenced. Unlike the day before.