Never Let Me Go (Welcome To Redemption) by Donna Marie Rogers

cupped his face with both hands and quickly met his gaze. Then she captured his mouth in a searing kiss, taking him completely by surprise. Between the flirting and cuddling, he’d half wondered if she’d simply been having fun with him; maybe in an attempt to lessen the tension of both the robbery and everything that had happened since.
    But as she slanted her mouth across his with a sexy little moan and flattened herself against his chest, his cock wasn’t the only body part to swell with hope.
    Maybe this…thing between them wasn’t all one-sided after all. Maybe somewhere along the line Hannah’s feelings for him had crossed over from friendship to something more as well. The thought made him drunk with desire.
    Giving in to temptation, Chase grasped her hips and pulled her flush against him. Her lips were soft, her mouth hot. He reveled in her touch, in the slow caress of her fingers as they traveled down his throat and back up through his hair, leaving a tingling path in their wake. She kissed him slowly, thoroughly, leaving no doubt as to her true feelings. No other woman had ever made him feel as wanted as Hannah with just one simple kiss.
    Though ‘simple’ could hardly be used to describe the amazing woman in his arms.
    Driven by deep longing, Chase threw caution to the wind and tightened his arms around her as the kiss morphed from exploratory to all-consuming. His heart beat wildly as all his dreams and fantasies came to life. Hannah wanted him! The thought alone was more powerful than any aphrodisiac he could have ever imagined.
    A shrill ring pierced his passion-fogged brain. After the third ring of the telephone, Chase broke off the kiss with great reluctance and glared daggers in the general direction of the kitchen.
    “Ignore it,” Hannah murmured as she tried to coax him back into the kiss. “They’ll leave a message.”
    Chase gazed at her glistening, kiss-swollen lips, and that was all it took. He captured her face with desperate need, reclaiming her mouth. When it came to this particular woman, his self-control went right out the window.
    The phone stopped ringing and the answering machine picked up.
    “Hannah, it’s Drew. Pick up if you’re there.”
    The last voice Chase wanted to hear at that moment blasted through the house as effectively as dumping a bucket of ice water over his head.
    Chase and Hannah gazed at each other in shock, then both turned to stare toward the kitchen. Frustration gnawed at his gut—along with a healthy dose of self-recrimination.
    “Come on, Hannah, you’ve got us scared to death here. I had to hear about what happened from Charlie, and I’m not exactly happy about that. Why the hell didn’t you call?” Drew muttered a few choice words and started talking to someone else. “No, she’s not answering. Probably trying to think up a good reason for lying to us.”
    At that, Hannah rolled her eyes and scowled, suddenly looking very much like her brother. “See?” she said in a near whisper, as if they could hear her. “Like I’m still a little girl or something. And I didn’t lie, I just didn’t call.”
    “A lie by omission is still a lie.” Chase cursed and then added, “We should’ve called them, dammit. I should have insisted.”
    She arched a brow in challenge. “Yeah, because then I would have had no choice but to comply, right? And please. ‘A lie by omission is still a lie.’ Who even says shit like that?”
    Chase glowered at her. “Don’t be a wise ass, Dimples. Not now.”
    She opened her smart mouth to reply, but then Drew started talking again.
    “Yeah, I guess we’ll have to, though I really hate for you to miss your seminar.”
    At that, Hannah pulled from his arms and rushed into the kitchen. Chase followed behind, surprised to find her standing with her hand hovering indecisively over the receiver.
    Deciding enough was enough, he reached around her and answered the phone. “Drew, you there? It’s Chase.”
    Hannah leaned