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So what was the problem?
From what he could tell, Skylar wasn’t interested in them becoming more intimate on any level.
Had they taken advantage of Eliza’s sleeping hours by spending time talking, beyond the basic chitchat? No. Had they cuddled up on the front porch swing to gaze at the stars and moon? No. Had they plopped on the sofa to watch TV? No. Hell, he’d’ve been happy as a pig in shit cleaning the damn house and folding laundry.
They did none of the normal couple things. She’d allow him to touch her body within certain parameters, but it never ventured beyond the surface.
At some point, Kade realized his brother hit the nail on the head with his observation about Skylar’s behavior. He’d swallowed his embarrassment and asked to borrow the pop psychology book Buck had spoken of and it just confirmed his suspicions.
It was all about Sky’s need for control. When it came to their relationship, she controlled the where, the when, and how much time they spent in the bedroom. And, she controlled the amount of time they spent out of the bedroom. She controlled…everything.
That didn’t surprise him so much because as a successful businesswoman everything in her life was laid out. Scheduled. He’d be damned if they’d schedule sex. If he was just another thing she’d mark off on her “to do” list.
In her tidy world was Eliza a constant reminder of the consequences of Sky throwing caution to the wind?
Maybe Kade could use that mindset to his advantage.
Eliza squeaked. She studied him somberly with those big blue eyes. His heart was a pile of mush when she looked at him like that. “You got me wrapped around your little finger, girlie, and you know it.”
She blinked.
“Like mother, like daughter, eh?”
She appeared to be listening, so he kept talking.
“I won you over, and I’m gonna win over your mama too. It may take some doin’.
Think Aunt Indy is right in the no pain, no gain school of thought? No? Me neither. But your mama ain’t gonna like nothin’ I do to force her hand, so I might as well start out balls to the wall. Desperate times call for desperate measures. And between us, sweet thang, I’m desperate to make that woman mine. Body, heart, and soul. Just to make it interestin’, I do believe I’ll start with her body first.”
In the last week Kade had taken to dropping by the shop on his way to the house.
Skylar found herself looking forward to hearing his gruff voice bouncing off the rafters.
Today he’d meandered in and flirted with Dee, played a quick game of tic-tac-toe with Josie and the daycare kids, talked horses with Bonita, and checked the alternator in Vickie’s truck. He tried to engage Nadia in conversation, but she went out of her way to avoid him.
Kade was unfailing polite with Skylar, never hinting that anything but a parental bond existed between them in front of her employees, which is what she’d wanted.
So why did she secretly wish for his public display of affection? For that hunky cowboy to swoop in and kiss her madly? Spirit her up to her office, sweep everything off the desk and screw her silly on her day planner?
Probably because she was suffering from sleep deprivation. Passion like that only happened in the movies. Real life for her was spread sheets, diapers, sleepless nights and if she was lucky, a quick bout of nookie before the baby woke up.
She’d never had much of a sex life, so the fact she was getting some good lovin’ on a regular basis should’ve made her swoon like giggling maiden. So why did it bug the crap out of her that sex had turned…routine? And that was saying a lot, coming from someone like Skylar who thrived on routine. Not only was she too chicken to take a chance on initiating sex with Kade, she was afraid he’d balk at seeing her flab-ulous post-baby body and end all sexual contact. She kept all naked encounters in the dark, figuring so-so sex was better than no sex? Right?
Wrong. The niggling feeling that something was missing outside of the bedroom didn’t help her frame of mind because she had no frame of reference for a situation like this—sexually or personally. For the first time in a long time, she had no plan of attack, no earthly idea on how to go about implementing changes.
Sky left the office and headed home. The big screen TV in the living room wasn’t on. Kade wasn’t sprawled on the couch. The baby wasn’t in the bassinet. She tracked Kade to the kitchen where he was slouched against the back door and yakking on his cell phone.
“I don’t know if that’s such a good idea. Because it’s been a long goddamn time since we done it together. Ah f**k you, I ain’t forgot how to do it. Let’s say, I’ve been doin’ some practicin’ on my own.”
She froze. Who was he talking to? What kind of practicing was he referring to?
“Right. Nah, I guess I don’t give a shit what people say about us either. So, tomorrow? Fine. I’ll be there.” Click.
Kade slipped the cell phone in his pocket and wheeled around with a guilty look.
“Hey.”
“Hey yourself.” Her gaze scanned the kitchen. “Where’s Eliza?”
His eyes widened in mock-horror. “Shit. I don’t know. I guess I musta left her in the barn next to the bucket of rusty nails, the pissed off horse and the loaded shotgun.”
“Funny.”
“You wouldn’t think so if it was me constantly askin’ you where our daughter was.”
Whoa. He was a little testy. “Sorry. Habit.”
“One I wish you’d break.” Kade dragged a hand through his hair and flopped in a chair. “Anyway, she’s asleep. There’s soup on the stove if you’re hungry.”
“You cooked?”
“No. Ma sent it home with me, so you know it’s edible and it ain’t chili. Again.”
Really testy.
Skylar dished up. She sat across from him and ate in silence. As she rinsed her bowl, Kade wrapped an arm around her waist.
He removed the clip holding her messy mane and draped the waves across her shoulders, burying his face in her hair. “You always smell so damn good.”
“I’m glad you think so.”
“Your hair is beautiful. Don’t ever cut it. I’d like to feel it draped across my body as you’re ridin’ me. Bet it feels like silk on my skin.” He angled her head and kissed her neck.
Immediately tingles raced from that spot straight to her core.
“Skylar. I want you so damn bad. Let me have you.”
The man made her wet with just words. “Let’s go upstairs.”
