His thumbs strummed her nipples, plucking her like a guitar string, and she whimpered once more. He kissed her hard and quick, and then pressed his body into hers. “Soon, baby,” he murmured in her ear, his hot breath tantalizing her skin. “Soon I’ll relieve that tension and then we can find a more comfortable spot to play a little more.”
His words sent a lightning bolt to her core. All she could do was nod as his mouth traveled over her neck and down to her breasts once more. Licking, squeezing, kneading, all of it winding her tighter and tighter as her nipples grew more and more sensitive.
Like a drug, the more he touched her, the more she wanted, the more she ached and throbbed, the more she needed him. The thin cotton that covered her femininity was soaked with her desire, but all his attention stayed focused on her breasts.
Soft little moans filled the barn. Her moans, her passion.
Something about having her hands bound, about being so exposed and powerless, brought her to the edge. His tongue flicking over her nipple and then his teeth gently biting it while his fingers simultaneously pinched the other shoved her right into the abyss.
“Oh, Cade…” she screamed, and then screamed again when another jolt of pleasure rippled through her. He kept suckling her until her cries turned to pants and her body, once as taut as any piano wire, slumped against him in relief.
Slowly, he kissed his way up her body, over her jaw, to her mouth. Lips soft yet firm, she eagerly opened for him. Then he broke the gentle kiss and rested his forehead against hers. Both of them closed their eyes, his warm hands at her hips, thumbs tracing slow circles over her skin.
“Did you enjoy that?” he asked.
She huffed out a dry laugh. “You have to ask?”
He pulled back and met her gaze. “A man likes to hear a woman say it sometimes.”
Something vulnerable danced in his eyes. “Yes, Cade, I enjoyed that very much. But I do hope we’re not through.”
He smiled that crooked, sly grin that always warmed her in all the right places. “Oh no, we are definitely not done.” He tugged at her shirt, freeing her hands and pulling the garment from her wrists. He tucked it into his back pocket and before she knew what that was about, he’d slipped her bra down her arms and away from her body. It followed her shirt into his pocket.
“What are you up to now?” she asked.
“A little erotic dare,” he replied.
She frowned. “What does that mean?”
“It means, I dare you to either walk to the house with your breasts bared to me and the world, or you let me carry you with your naked breasts tempting me the whole way.”
Heat warmed her cheeks and spread over her chest. “I can’t go walking around outside like this.”
He crowded her against the wall, the hard planes of his chest crushing her breasts. He ground the thick rod in his jeans against her as his lips crashed down on hers. She moaned, the hot pulse between her legs building once more, and then, as suddenly as he’d started, he pulled back. He kept his erection pressed into her belly, its heat burning through the denim to scorch her tender flesh.
“Do you still want me inside you, Addie,” he asked in a low, raspy voice that swept over her heated skin.
She stared up at him, her whole body alive with want once more. “Yes.”
He stepped back, leaving her cold and still half-dressed. “Then let’s go.” He waved his hand toward the exit.
Glancing over at the barn doors, she shivered. Did he really want her to flaunt herself out there? Why? To prove how much she wanted him?
He must have seen her reticence. “No one’s out there, Addie. I would’ve never suggested you do this if there was. This is for you and me. I want you to show off that beautiful body. I want to see you move with the confidence of the gorgeous woman you are… But if it’s too much…” He reached for her shirt, but she shook her head and his eyebrows shot upward.
“No.”
She could do this. He was right, she wasn’t in the city anymore. No one was around for miles and it was fully dark out there now. There was no reason she couldn’t do this. It was a little exhilarating to think of walking back to the house with her breasts free and Cade’s eyes on her. She thought about telling him she’d do it if he walked back naked, but she wanted to be the one to remove his clothes, to have that beautiful bulge fall into her hands, but not here. She wanted to be inside, in her bed when she took him into her body. And what better way to turn him on—and get him back—than to tease him the whole way there? A plan quickly formed in her head.
I can’t believe I’m going to do this.
Lifting her chin, she turned back to his questioning face. “Are you going to open the door for a lady?”
A smile split his face. “Of course.” He darted over and pulled the sliding door aside.
Cold air rushed in, puckering her nipples. Excitement tingled through her breasts and arced down between her legs. She fought her automatic instinct to cover herself. Instead, she pressed her shoulders back and gripped her hands behind her. Standing a little straighter, she met Cade’s eyes and smiled as she slowly strolled toward him, her breasts thrust forward, nipples stabbing the air. He liked her body and she wanted him to see it.
Standing at the entrance, the chill night air sweeping over her hot skin, she turned to him. “I’ll do this,” she said proudly, “but you will stay right here until I get to the door.”
He frowned. “Are you sure? You
