No one was in the room.
“Where are you?” he asked curiously, anxious to lay eyes on her once again.
“Take off your boots,” she said from somewhere across the room. Another door stood there and he guessed it was the master bathroom. “I’ll be right out. Make yourself comfortable, but…don’t undress.”
He frowned. Okay. I guess we’re not doing what I thought we were doing. Cade slipped out of his boots and coat and left them by the door.
She’d been so responsive in the barn, determined to take the next step. Consternation squeezed his chest as he shook his head. Why invite him in here, and why the show outside, if she didn’t intend more? Was she just playing with him?
He shoved his hands into his front pockets and stared at the well-worn beige carpet beneath his stocking feet, wild speculation running through his mind even as disappointment settled heavily on his chest.
“You could’ve sat on the bed to wait,” Addie said with a touch of humor in her voice.
Cade’s head came up and his mouth fell open. She stood six feet from him, naked and flushed. Her silky-soft hair unbound and brushed until it shined. It spilled over her shoulders in a golden cascade, the ends brushing over burgundy nipples that were taut from his touch. Her waist curved in below her ribs and then flared over her hips, giving her the most stunning hourglass figure he’d ever seen. She was more splendid than he’d imagined.
“You’ll catch flies with your mouth hanging open like that.”
His eyes met the sultry vixen and his jaw snapped closed with an audible click. He swallowed.
“Are you okay, Cade?” she asked with a frown, suddenly looking uncertain.
“Y-Yeah. Yes. I’m fine,” he stuttered. “You…you’re…just so beautiful.”
“Yeah, you said that,” she replied, her smile returning.
“Well,” he said, raising his brows and perusing her body, “it needed saying again. Look at you.”
“I’d rather look at you.”
Her gaze heated the chill that had worked its way inside him only moments before. His body grew so hot, he thought his clothes might spontaneously combust, starting with his jeans.
“Why did you tell me not to undress?” He had no idea where that question came from. He hadn’t been thinking about it right then, but he still wanted to know.
“Because,” she said as she sauntered toward him, generous hips and ample breasts swaying seductively with each step, “I wanted to undress you.”
“Oh, okay,” he croaked through his suddenly dry throat. A grin tugged at his mouth as he dug out his wallet and the condom hidden inside.
She stopped inches away and stared into his face. Her chocolate eyes burned him, and he could almost feel the tips of her nipples taunting his chest.
He dropped his wallet and lifted a hand to touch her smooth skin.
“Uh-uh,” she said, shaking her head. “Not until you’re naked, too. I want to see you, Cade, feel you, skin on skin.”
The condom wrapper crinkled in his hand. Fuck! She’s hot!
Unable to speak, he nodded and lowered his hand.
“Better,” she said, reaching for his shirt. Tugging the gray cotton free of his jeans, she slipped her hands inside. His ab muscles flexed with her touch and then rippled beneath her hands as she slid them along his sides. He lifted his arms over his head and her hands moved higher until his shirt pushed up over his head. Then he jerked it off and tossed it aside, not wanting anything to block his view of her.
“Are you a little…eager?” she asked, teasing him with another sultry smile as she popped the button on his jeans out of its hole.
“Mm-hmm,” he murmured as she slowly lowered his zipper. His blood pumped a deep, needful yearning through his veins—it throbbed in his temples, his chest, his groin. To keep from touching her, his fingers fisted at his sides, the condom wrapper digging into his palm, and he closed his eyes. His legs, his arms, his body trembled…and he was so hard it hurt.
No one had ever unraveled him like this, not with his pants still on…or off. And the way she touched him, looked at him, it was almost as if she wanted to worship him, his body. Like she wanted to delve into his soul.
Oh, this is so dangerous, he thought, but it skittered away in a wake of hot blood and hotter desire. His skin was so sensitive to her movement, to her touch, to her; he tingled everywhere.
Denim slipped over his hips and down his legs in a raspy caress. Her fingers overwrote the sensation as they glided upward. They stopped at his waist and he clenched his jaw, breath stuttering through his teeth and parted lips. He swallowed the wash of moisture that filled his mouth.
“Addie. Please, hurry.”
“Don’t worry, handsome,” she said as her hands dived inside his boxer briefs and over his ass, fingers clutching and kneading his back side, “I’m getting there.”
He growled in reply, his ability to form coherent sentences slowly diminishing.
Her breasts pillowed his chest as she cupped his ass and squeezed, sending a bolt of heat straight to his balls. Fingers brushing little circles on his skin, they slowly moved inward to trace the dark seam between his cheeks. His breath halted, an audible cessation, as his eyes snapped open.
She giggled and the sound swept over him like a fist full of downy feathers, raising goosebumps all over his body.
“Addie,” he groaned, afraid he might embarrass himself by exploding before she even touched him where he needed her to.
“Patience, darlin’,” she said, using the same unflappable tone he’d used on her in the barn.
“You’ve got me so hot, I may not be able to be patient,” he warned.
She giggled again and he opened his mouth to tell her he couldn’t take any more.
The cold air that washed over his taut, hot skin startled him. His cotton boxer briefs were down his legs and around his ankles so fast, he’d barely processed it before
