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“You wore me out.” His smile was smooth as Belgian chocolate.
“A kiss before I go?” She leaned forward.
Thirty minutes later, she finally made it downstairs.
Lucas watched Addy’s bare backside sway as she left the room and nearly applauded at the beauty of the woman. Seriously. That kind of wonder deserved accolades. Standing ovations. Encores.
Damn, who could have imagined his little florist had been brimming with such pent-up desire. He’d never seen a woman so consumed by passion. The revving of that engine had been heady to watch and made a man feel almost honored to hold a woman who poured every piece of herself into making love.
She’d been so beautiful, so absolutely primal. Raw and almost untouched, though he knew it wasn’t true. But still, it had felt that way… like he’d awakened a long-slumbering sex goddess.
Pushing himself up, he looked about her bedroom. Simple, organic. Very Addy.
Heavy curtains with swirling velvet loopy loops hung to the polished wood floor. The bed was a simple metal bed with clean lines and light blue bedding. Landscapes hung on the wall and a cluster of fresh flowers sat in an antique-looking vase on the dresser. The nightstand held a weird-looking white dotted lamp and a stack of books.
He rolled over and picked up a book.
Surrender To Me.
The cover bore a mussed-looking woman straddling a man wearing tight tan trousers, cowboy boots and a hat almost identical to his own. The man’s shirt was open, baring his chest, and the pocket had a star pinned on it. The sheriff.
Lucas thumbed through the book.
Whoa.
He snapped the book closed with a snort.
No wonder she nearly came when he touched her. Her reading material might as well be a drum of propane. All Miss Addy needed was a match.
Or a willing man.
Addy came back into the room, holding a tray on which two glasses clinked. She kicked the door shut with a bare foot, and thankfully she hadn’t put on any clothes. Her jiggling breasts fired a hunger inside him.
Speaking of matches…
He held up the book. “Interesting reading.”
Her entire body flushed pink. “Oh, I’d forgotten about those sitting out.”
“So now I understand why you wanted the boots on.” He beckoned her with a finger. “Now come on over here and show me how Sophie rode the Sheriff.”
Addy set the tray on the dresser and propped her hands on her hips. The sight of her rounded breasts, flat stomach and sleek thighs had him giving her a salute of appreciation. “I’m not acting out scenes from that book, Lucas.”
He gave her a devilish smile, lifting himself from the bed and pulling her into his arms. “So why did you call me Cade when I-”
“I did not!” she shrieked, laughing as he nipped her earlobe.
“Hmm, I don’t remember. We better try again,” he murmured, cupping her breasts and pushing her onto the bed.
“After we eat, of course,” she said, crossing hands over her breasts, her eyes taking on the school marm’s glint. “And I’ve not given you leave to call me by my given name, sir.”
Lucas played along, skipping over the delightful breasts hidden from him to her belly button. Ringing it with tiny kisses, he slid lower, brushing his mouth against her hipbone, before sliding his hands beneath her near-perfect ass. Her tiny gasp of pleasure was a ticket to paradise.
“If you say so, Sophie.”
Sunday afternoon was usually for laundry, cleaning the bathrooms, and running three miles, but that particular Sunday afternoon turned into a gift—unexpected, out of the blue and wrapped in a satin bow of pleasure.
For the entire afternoon, Addy and Lucas lounged around talking, touching, and reveling in the small cocoon they’d created in her bedroom. They’d sipped wine, nibbled on delicious French bread, and ate fried chicken right there on her bed… and she didn’t even worry about the crumbs when Lucas had laid her back and made love to her a third time.
