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Marly was breathing roughly. All shame, all sense of decency deserting her as Cade’s gaze became riveted by her slow movements, his hands mirroring hers

as he began to unbutton the shirt he was wearing.

One by one the buttons were undone, until the edges lay neatly down the center of her body.

“Marly,” he said thickly, roughly as she moved her hand, her fingers trailing in the slowest caress from the cleavage of her heaving breasts down.

His shirt was shrugged from his powerful shoulders as he watched her, his face flushing with desire, with helpless fascination as her fingers met her stomach. He fought himself, fought his need for her. Then her fingers reached the line at her hips, touching the waistband of the lacy thong panties.

“God, Marly.” His fists clenched as her fingers played with the waistband deliberately. “Do it, or stop. Your choice, but decide now.”

Her fingers disappeared beneath the waistband, but she knew it didn’t halt the knowledge, the clear sight of where they touched. Then they pulled back, running over her flesh above the silk of the panties, leaving a damp crease down the center of the triangle of fabric.

Cade licked his lips, watching her, mesmerized as he went to his knees beside her.

“Do it right,” he whispered, his fingers hooking in the waistband of her panties and pulling them quickly down her legs.

Marly cried out weakly, her thighs falling apart at his urging, feeling the brand of his gaze centered at her most vulnerable point.

“No,” he growled. “Let me see you, Marly. Let me see you.”

She touched herself, crying out as his hands touched her thighs, his long fingers moving closer.

“Tell me what you want, Marly,” he growled as her fingers ran slowly over the humid curves of her own desire-slick flesh. “Tell me, Marly.”

Tell him? God, she couldn’t breathe, let alone speak.

“Now.” His voice roughened as one fingertip touched the dew of her need. “Tell me what you want now.”

“Kiss me,” she panted harshly, wishing he would do anything. Something. She was dying.

He looked up at her, his eyes nearly black now as a finger slid smoothly past the folds of skin, lodging at the entrance of her body.

“Where?”

Marly whimpered as her thighs trembled, her inner muscles clenching in agonized need.

“Cade,” she cried out weakly.

“Did Tara tell you about that Marly?” He asked her softly, his lips going to her thigh. “Did she tell you how I would kiss you? Taste you?”

He was teasing her, tormenting her. His tongue touched the satin flesh his lips caressed, drawing higher by only slow degrees.

“You didn’t kiss her there.” Marly shook her head, nearly crying in pain at the thought. “No. You didn’t.”

“No, I didn’t,” he agreed. “But by God, I’m going to kiss you there.”

Before she could cry out he was between her thighs, his lips covering her, his tongue spearing into her. Marly lost her breath. Stars exploded all around her as he held her hips steady, thrusting into her repeatedly, driving his tongue deep and hard into the very center of her body as she exploded into so many fragments she thought she was dying.

When she opened her eyes again, Cade was kneeling before her, his gaze hot, his hands working frantically at the button fly of his jeans. Then he was spreading the edges apart, pushing the material over his hips as the thick length of his erection sprang free.

“God. Damn, Cade.” Sam’s shocked voice was like a bucket of ice as Cade leaned forward.

Chapter Sixteen

“Why didn’t you just lock the fucking door?” Sam’s hushed voice was filled with understandable shock, an hour later.

“Shut up, Sam.” Cade shifted in the saddle, staring into the inky blackness of night as they moved through the pasture. This was not the ride he had been expecting.

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