Heat rushed into Naomi’s face. Did Megs know somehow?
Naomi took her camera from Megs and zipped it inside her padded camera bag. “How can I get the photos to you?”
“We can email them.” Chaska held her crutches for her while she stood. “Or we can run by The Cave tomorrow so Megs can download them from the memory card.”
“Good enough,” Megs said.
Naomi threaded her way through the tables and chairs, Chaska beside her.
Rain waved to them as they passed. “See you Friday.”
She had stopped by the Team’s table earlier, and they’d chosen this coming Friday evening for the fundraiser.
“See you then,” Naomi called back.
But she wasn’t thinking about the fundraiser now or medical bills or the cost of getting her SUV repaired. All she could think about was Chaska.
They walked in silence to his truck. He opened the passenger side door for her and helped her in, stashing her crutches behind the seat. The moment he shut the driver’s door behind him, he was there, kissing her, his mouth coming down hard on hers, one big hand sliding into her hair.
This.
Thisis what she’d wanted, what she’d craved, all day long. The heat of his lips on hers. The taste of him in her mouth. His body so close.
And then it was over.
“Not here.” He drew back, jammed the keys into the ignition.
It seemed to take forever to drive the short distance from Knockers to the house, enough time for Naomi to work up her courage. She decided to tell him what she had in mind now—in case she chickened out later.
“I want you, Chaska.” Could she actuallysaythis? “I want all of you.”
Well, that sounded stupid.
He slammed on the breaks, having nearly missed a stop sign.
He looked over at her, a wry grin on his face. “I don’t think we should talk about this while I’m driving.”
They drove the rest of the way home in silence, their fingers twined. The moment they were inside, she was in his arms, her crutches hitting the floor, her arms going behind his neck, her lips seeking his.
He took what she offered, kissing her until there was no breath left in her lungs. Then he scooped her into his arms and carried her up the stairs, the two of them sinking into his bed, hands sliding beneath fabric, eager to give pleasure. Clothing hit the floor, the wall, the sofa until they were both naked, the last golden rays of sunlight spilling through his windows, playing over their skin.
His gaze raked over her, one big hand palming her breast. “You are so beautiful.”
Then he lowered his mouth to her and suckled.
Naomi gave herself over to it—the heat of his mouth, the tug of his lips, the flick of his tongue against her nipples. Her hands explored the smooth muscles of his shoulders, his hair spilling over her belly like a curtain of black silk. “Chaska.”
He dragged his mouth from her breasts, trailing kisses across her ribcage and belly, his lips leaving a trail of fire on her skin. One big hand slid over the curve of her hip to cup her.
“Oh, yes.”She spread her thighs, already aching for him.
Skilled fingers found her clit, stroking, teasing, his teeth nipping her skin until she was going out of her mind, the tension inside her now an ache. She found herself clutching the bed covers, so lost in sensation that it took her a moment to realize what he was about to do.
Her eyes flew open to find his face between her thighs, his gaze fixed onthatpart of her. “Oh, no, you don’t have to do that. I know guys don’t really like—”
“Ido.” He dropped off the edge of the bed to kneel on the floor, lifting her injured leg and resting it over his shoulder before dragging her bottom to the edge of the bed. “You kissed me yesterday, remember? It’s my turn.”
Then his mouth was on her, the hot shock of it making her gasp. This was no simple kiss. She saw his eyes drift shut, heard him moan, his tongue taking over for his fingers, his lips doing to her clit what they’d done to her nipples, suckling, tugging.