As long as what you said still goes—no obligations or expectations. Lily didn’t insult Chase with the words—she trusted Chase to be honest with herself as well as Lily. And she needed to do the same. No obligations, no expectations, no regrets.

“We’re good. Last night was amazing.”

Chase deftly rolled Lily over and settled on top of her. Her weight was unexpected and unexpectedly arousing. Lily opened her legs for Chase to settle between them.

“It’s still really early,” Chase said.

“Then let’s not hurry.”

Chapter Sixteen

“How’s the coffee?” Chase asked.

Lily looked over her shoulder, appreciating the view for the thirtieth time that morning. Chase wore the ribbed white tank she’d slept in and a pair of midthigh khaki shorts, which Lily knew had nothing underneath. With her tousled hair, her long muscled limbs, and the ever-present rakish grin, Chase looked better than any fantasy Lily’d ever had. Then again, she hadn’t even been able to imagine anything close to this. She kept that to herself. Chase didn’t need to know she was exploring uncharted territory, especially since she was looking forward to leaving that reality behind for as long as this fantasy lasted. She was going to grab on to this wild adventure with both hands.

Lily lifted her coffee cup in salute. “This is amazing. Funny, somehow instead of a French press I imagined you with one of those old-fashioned tin percolators with the glass thingy on top where the coffee shot up when it came to a boil. This is much better.”

Chase laughed. “I’m a forest ranger, not a cowboy. And it’s still the twenty-first century, even out here.”

“Well, this is my definition of decadence.” Lily gestured to her bare legs propped up on the coffee table. She hadn’t bothered to do more than pull on her T-shirt and the panties she’d retrieved from the floor where she’d tossed them away in abandon a few hours before. If she cataloged her firsts since she met Chase, she’d have a very long list. Kissing a woman she barely knew—the younger sister of her best friend at that—and waking said woman up at four a.m. for sex being at the top.

“Be prepared to add to your list,” Chase said as if reading her mind—something else she was very good at, along with the already noted kissing and exceptional sex. “The water’s ready for the shower.”

“Wonderful. I’m more than ready for it.” Lily swallowed the last sip of her coffee, set her mug on the coffee table, and headed for the bathroom.

“Oh, it’s not in there.”

Lily frowned, having assumed the shower was behind the curtain she’d noticed when visiting the bathroom the night before. “Sorry?”

Chase pointed a thumb toward the back door leading outside from the kitchen. “It’s this way.”

“Outside.”