The Outlaw Edition by Jennifer Chance

Author:Jennifer Chance [Chance, Jennifer]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Elewyn Publishing
Published: 2017-10-16T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Five

Chantal blinked her eyes open in sudden agitation, completely disoriented. She was lying in a strange bed, surrounded by deep cushiony softness…and by the long limbs and arms of a very warm, very strong man.

“I was wondering when you’d realize I was here.” Luc’s voice was thick and sleepy, and the French accent that was never too far away snuck in a little, making her smile as she pressed her back against his chest.

“I shouldn’t still be here at all,” she murmured. “Isn’t it time for you to make the doughnuts?”

“Mmph.” Luc twisted back, apparently trying to see the alarm clock. “Four a.m. I’ve still got a half hour.” He curled forward again and pulled her in a little closer. “I can do a lot of quality work in a half hour.”

She sighed as she turned in his arms, smiling up at him. “I’ve heard that about you.”

He leaned down to kiss her when a sound buzzed from the shadows over his shoulder. Though he tensed, he didn’t stop, instead allowing his lips to brush hers softly. Her own mouth felt almost bruised, but not painfully so—and her mind drifted back over the hours they’d spent on the deck overlooking the ocean, then in this bed, then in the shower…that last giving a whole new meaning to the phrase Lather, Rinse, Repeat. Luc Martin might make gooey French pastries for a living, but there was nothing soft about the man or his body. And he had serious stamina. Maybe baking was more of a workout than she realized.

That stamina was making itself known as Luc rolled over onto his back, pulling Chantal with him. She flopped onto his chest, giggling, then braced her fists on either side of him, her hair spilling over his shoulders as he looked up at her, his eyes soft and warm.

“What are you thinking?” she asked, but as soon as the words were out there, she wanted to call them back. Luc was meant to make some fun memories with, nothing more. She didn’t need to know what he was thinking—any more than he needed to know her private thoughts.

He didn’t seem to mind the question, though. “I’m thinking this is nice, having you here,” he rumbled with a lopsided smile, and Chantal’s heart gave a hard thud, then another one, her adrenaline jacking as he reached up and pushed her hair back over her shoulder. “I’m thinking I’d be a fool not to try and get you to stick around for a while longer.”

“Luc, you know I—”

“Shh…no response needed on that yet,” he said, stretching up to nuzzle her neck. “Just something maybe to think about.”

A second buzz from his phone sounded, and Luc pulled back, frowning. “Who in the hell is texting me at four in the morning?” he groused, but Chantal didn’t stop him as he stretched backward on the bed, his hand reaching out to snag the phone and haul it close as he peered at the screen.

He froze.

“Wait…what?”

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