and stilettos.
Cassie stepped out of the dress. “Tit for tat, Mr. Sexy.” She pushed the jacket from his shoulders and tugged on the sleeves, dropping it to the ground.
Rhett assessed her. “You know, if we were playing strip poker, you wouldn’t have long before you were stripped clean.”
She eyed him levelly. “Like I would lose at poker.”
“True.” He took a few steps back, his hands on her waist, pulling her along. “But if you did, this would go next.” He slipped his fingers under her demi-bra and pushed the straps off her shoulders, his mouth burning into her flesh where the straps had been.
Cassie began unbuttoning Rhett’s silk shirt, making sure her fingers grazed his chest. The contact sent ripples of excitement streaking through her like lightning, almost as if little shock waves pulsed from him through her.
Rhett growled low, yanking her close, causing her to gasp.
“Play with fire, honey, and you might get burned.”
“Is that a threat or a promise?”
He grinned. “Both.”
Rhett reached behind her and unhooked her bra, pulling it away and tossing it over his shoulder. Cassie finished the last button on his shirt, and before she could remove it, Rhett had whipped it off and thrown it aside.
“So if this were a poker game, Corrigan, I might think you were throwing it on purpose.”
“Might be,” he said as he pulled his belt from its loops and threw it over the banister. He backed up a few more steps, tugging Cassie along, as she worked on the button and zipper of his jeans. They made it to the doorway of his bedroom as he shucked the pants, his shoes, and socks in a blur.
His strong fingers glided down her body. Since he’d taken her panties hours ago, she only wore the tall black stilettos. Cassie’s breath caught in her throat as his eyes, dark with passion, traveled down the length of her body and back up again.
“Damn,” he whispered. “I thought you looked fantastic in the dress.” He smiled appreciatively. “You look even better out of it.”
Rhett’s mouth came down on hers possessively as he wrapped her in his arms. They fit perfectly, their bodies molded to one another. He kissed her senseless. Cassie couldn’t tell where one kissed ended and the next began. All she knew was his mouth on hers, his hands roaming her body, his tongue exploring, caressing, searing her.
Suddenly, she felt the cool glass of the shower against her back.
Rhett brushed her hair from her brow. “Stay right there. Don’t move.” He chucked his underwear and it was Cassie’s turn to admire his sleek form.
“If Adonis had a nickname, I’m sure it was Rhett.”
He laughed.
“Oh, God, don’t tell me I said that aloud.”
“Didn’t hear a thing, Sweet Cheeks.” He bent and kissed his way down from her thigh to her ankle before he unbuckled the strap of her left high heel and removed it. He did the same with her right, this time working his way back up that leg. She gripped his shoulders, not trusting her legs to hold her up much longer.
“Climb aboard, Princess,” he ordered as he lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his waist.
Rhett opened the stall door and turned on the faucet. “I like my showers hot,” he warned, “and my woman hotter.”
Cassie had never considered herself sexy. She possessed an athlete’s trim body, with small, high breasts, long legs, but good calves. Yet the way Rhett looked at her now, she could’ve posed as the centerfold model in Playboy without a qualm. Confidence brimmed through her.
He stepped into the shower and adjusted the temperature. Eight nozzles sprayed water from all directions, soaking her in seconds.
Rhett pushed a wet lock from her face and kissed her deeply. Time stood still. His fingers began working a magic all of their own and she began writhing in his arms, moaning with pleasure.
“That’s it, Sweet Cheeks. Come on, baby. Come on. Let loose.”
Cassie almost screamed as she climaxed, biting down into his shoulder instead.
“I thought Mercury had landed all the blows.” Rhett backed her into a corner and entered her slowly, his eyes never leaving hers.
“Here’s looking at you, kid,” he said softly. “God, you are so beautiful.”
Cassie clung to Rhett for what she decided was the ride of her life. She’d never been so free or felt so right in another man’s arms. When he came, literally roaring with pleasure, his hoarse cries echoing in the shower, it was the icing on her cake. She, an average-looking girl