He groaned, closing his eyes at her touch. “Fun . . . and torture all at once.”
She knew what he meant. Now her mouth was watering. “Your turn, I believe.”
His heavy-lidded eyes considered her. “Can I touch?”
“Not yet,” she murmured, even though she was running her hands up and down his gorgeous chest. But seriously, how could she possibly stop caressing a chest as perfect as his? That would just be masochism.
“All right, then,” he murmured. “I think I know what I want to come off of you next.”
“What’s that?” she asked, breathless from touching his skin. He was so warm and smelled so good.
He leaned in and his lips brushed against her ear. “Your panties.”
And Kylie moaned. This man did not play fair. “But they’re under my pants.”
“That’s not my problem, is it?” His voice was like silk, caressing her skin.
She shivered, her mind racing as she tried to see a way to prolong the tease, to remove her panties without giving up all the goods. But she couldn’t think of anything. It didn’t help that her mind was mush thanks to Cade’s nearness and the Patron she’d drank.
And then, because she couldn’t think of any way to save herself, she sighed and stepped out of her shoes, then undid the button on her pants. “I’m thinking this is a two-for-one that you’re getting here,” she told him, turning her back to draw the tease out a little. Kylie unzipped her pants and then, bracing herself, tugged them down over her hips and let them fall to the floor. Now she stood in nothing but her panties and her shirt, and her panties were a cheeky design with lace at the seams, so they exposed more of her pale ass than covered it. Which . . . hadn’t mattered this morning when she’d dressed. She’d liked the panties due to the fact that they left no visible line under her clothing.
Now? Well, her butt cheeks were exposed in all their pale, fleshy glory.
Cade groaned again and moved toward her. “You have a gorgeous ass. I’m dying to touch it.”
“Hey now,” she told him, teasing. Then she wiggled out of his grip, and then out of her panties, too. “No one said anything about touching, did they?” She could play hardball, too.
“At some point, I’m going to want to touch,” he murmured. “And kiss. And caress. And lick.” His voice dropped to a near whisper, and he dragged out each word as he leaned in, close but not touching. “And suck . . .”
And now she trembled with want. Her mind was on fire with the potential of skin being licked and kissed and nibbled and sucked. She turned to face Cade. “Your turn. I need your underwear, too.”
He was standing so close to her that she was a little surprised she couldn’t feel his cock pressing against her skin. She longed to press her body against his, to feel his warmth and his hardness against her. This game was going on far too long, and she was aching and needy and wet between her thighs with sheer anticipation.
Cade’s gaze was on her face, and she kept her eyes locked on his. It was like a titillating dance between them. They didn’t break eye contact even as she heard his zipper, heard the rustle of fabric as they fell to the floor, and watched his mouth curve into a sexy smile as he tugged his boxers off. Since he was down to nothing, it was only fair that she finish undressing, so, eyes still locked to his, she tugged her shirt off.
And then she was naked in front of him, and he was naked except for his socks, and the time for playing was past. As if on the same wavelength, Kylie reached for him at the same time as he reached for her, and then they were kissing fiercely, mouths locked together. Her breasts pressed against his bare chest and now she could feel the length of him, hot, hard and erect against her belly.
She kissed him again and he tasted like alcohol and man and all the delicious things she’d been longing for. “Cade,” she moaned against him.
“Fuck, I love the feel of your breasts pressed up against me,” he murmured against her mouth. “Screw the whole ‘no touching’ thing. I want to touch all of you.”
And before she could come up with a teasing protest, his hands cupped her ass and he pinned her hips against his in a blatant show of just what he intended.
All the breath escaped her lungs, and Kylie could do little more than moan a response.
Cade took charge. He continued kissing her, but began to steer them toward the large bed. When the backs of her knees hit the mattress, he gave her a little push of encouragement and she went onto her back, only to have his body press against hers a moment later. The kissing continued as he moved over her, and then his knees were between her thighs and he tugged one of her calves around his hip.