“Thank God I’m not wearing the red high heels today,” she said.
“In two minutes you’ll be wearing nothing,” he said in a low voice.
Well, then.
About halfway down the block, he led her through a wrought-iron gate and up the steps of an elegant gray stone building. From the mailboxes outside the front door, there appeared to be six units, including one for unit 3B, labeled “Morgan.”
Cade unlocked the front door and pulled her inside. He led her up two flights of stairs, then they got caught up kissing against the door to his apartment. She sunk her fingers into his hair as her tongue clashed with his, while he simultaneously slid his keys into the lock and let them into the apartment.
She took a quick peek as the door shut behind them, curious to check out Maison de Morgan, and saw a nicely decorated place that was clearly a bachelor pad. A large black leather sectional and matching oversized ottoman took up most of the living room, facing a large plasma television mounted over a fireplace. She saw a small dining room, and a staircase beyond that, and was just wondering where the stairs led when Cade picked her up in a fluid, effortless move and carried her . . . somewhere.
“Your shoulder,” she said, wrapping her legs around his waist.
“Oh, crap.” He dropped her a few inches, making her gasp, and then winked when he caught her. “Kidding. I’ll be okay.”
Brooke smiled, not sure she’d ever before met someone who could simultaneously make her laugh while inspiring some very naughty thoughts. In response, she adjusted her position, deliberately settling his thick, hard erection between her legs.
Heat flashed in his eyes. “Actually, more than okay.” He set her down on something cool—a glass table in the dining room—and quickly relieved her of her ponytail, tossing the band to the side and watching as her hair tumbled wildly over her shoulders.
“I’ll be needing that hair tie later,” she told him.
“Much later.” Cade lowered his head and kissed her neck, his lips trailing an erotic path along her skin.
Brooke inhaled unsteadily, her head falling back. Oh, God, that felt incredible.
“There are two ways we can do this,” he said. “Being a gentleman, I’ll let you decide. Option A is nice and slow and fancy, and then there’s Option B.”
“What’s Option B?”
He stepped back and yanked his T-shirt over his head.
Whoa, Nelly.
“I like Option B so far,” Brooke said, awestruck as he stood before her.
Delights abounded everywhere she looked—smooth, summer-bronzed skin, toned chest muscles, broad, strong shoulders and arms, and a hard, flat stomach. She’d never been a woman who’d gone crazy over athletes before, or ex-athletes, but it was almost obnoxious how incredible he looked without his shirt.
She made a mental note to be aggravated about this later. Much later.
“Option B, it is.” Seemingly pleased with this decision, Cade reached for her, and within seconds her shirt lay on the ground next to his. Then her jean shorts, too. He paused then, and took in the sight of her, nearly naked before him on his dining table.
She expected him to say something teasing and coy. Par for the course with them.
He reached out and ran his thumb over her lower lip. “I love the way you look when I kiss you,” he said in a husky tone. “I—”
He stopped himself, suddenly looking uncharacteristically uncertain, then stepped forward and swept his hand in her hair. He pulled her closer, capturing her mouth in a searing kiss.
Brooke wrapped her hands around his neck, her urgency matching his. No clue what he’d been about to say, but for once there didn’t need to be any verbal dance between them. What she wanted right then was something far more primal and simple. She slid her hands over his firm chest and moaned when he pressed the steely ridge of his erection between her legs.
Yes. That. “Cade . . .” she said, her voice thick with need.
He moved against her in a slow, teasing motion. “Is this what you want?”
Since the day you walked into my office. “Yes.”
He glided one hand down to her underwear and under the lace. He spread her open, then slid a finger inside. “Christ, you’re like silk,” he said in a guttural voice. “You’re going to feel amazing wrapped around me.”
She felt a throbbing heat between her legs and arched her hips. “If we ever get to that part.”
“Sassy as ever.” He yanked her panties off, and then undid the fly of