that, even four years on, tested her judgment where men were concerned.
Standing with her back to the Chevy, Taylor watched Cade as he talked to a couple of other enthusiasts, the play of his strong face, the light that shone from his eyes when he was relaxed.
He was a good man. Thoughtful. Considerate. He'd been thinking of her when he'd stalled their love making, not wanting her to experience sex in a derelict building.
That was kind. That was ... well, it was simply Cade Harper.
A warmth pervaded Taylor's bones, sneaking up on her, cosseting and comforting. There was absolutely nothing simple about Cade.
She owed him an explanation, but there was no way she could actually put that explanation into words. How did she tell him she had wanted to dump a dying fiancé?
It didn't sound good in any language.
"Taylor?"
Her head shot up, snatched back from the past. Cade stood so close, a little boy lost look on his face, all serious and sad.
A tentative smile curved at her mouth. She wanted to reach out and touch him, brush away that sadness. “Do you always sneak up on a gal?"
"Only when it's you. I wanted to apologize,” he said. His hands rested on her shoulders, and he pulled her to him. Taylor had to arch her neck back to look into his face, and when she did, she realized she was lost. A flutter of butterflies flitted across her skin, and she nervously wiped the tip of her tongue across her lips.
"What for?” she asked.
"The interrogation. It's not my business if you like cars. Though, I must admit, it's kinda sexy. Gives a guy fantasies."
Taylor's breath stalled, excitement coiling low down in her belly. “Fantasies. Hmm. Such as?"
"Do you really want to know?” One of Cade's hands trailed down her back, cupping her bottom. He steered her backwards, leaning her against the side of a nearby car. Taylor felt the car's hard metallic curves at the back of her legs. They parted, and Cade slid between them. She felt his arousal straining against his jeans, pushing against her sex.
Here?
Blatant and very public.
Taylor didn't care. She wanted to feel all of him.
Cade slipped a hand between them and tugged at her nipple. It hardened beneath his touch.
"How about hot, fast sex? Here, in the back of the car."
Taylor's eyes widened, heat flooding her cheeks, burning even her scalp.
Fantasies!
Her muscles tensed, relaxed, then tensed again with wanting him, hard and inside her.
How did she know how it would feel? She had no experience. Yet she knew, absolutely, what Cade would feel like inside her—and she wanted it. Wanting it was killing her.
Then, as Cade blew little kisses down the side of her neck, nuzzling her earlobe, her hands slid around his neck, threading their way through his hair. The texture of it spiked her senses and a trembling sigh escaped her lips.
"Yes,” she whispered against his ear.
A hard, hot sigh escaped Cade's lips, fanning her skin. “Then, I'd go slow. Tasting you, feeling you come around me, squeeze me. Hear those soft mewing moans of pleasure you make."
Oh, boy.
Taylor leaned against the car, felt the hard metal press into her back. One leg lifted slightly and hooked around Cade's. He lifted her slightly, pressing himself harder against her and kissed her. Deeply, thoroughly. Transporting her to another world. Her sex rubbed against him and a surge of urgent need shot through every part of her. She felt reckless. Carnal.
In the background, the sound of wolf whistles fought through the fog of desire wrapped around Taylor. Cade must have heard the sound of spectators, too, and pulled back a fraction. “We need to get out of here."
Taylor's eyes fluttered open. For a moment she was confused to where she was, then reality struck. “My God, in public. We were...” Her breathing came in short pants and she pushed Cade away slightly. “I can't believe it. We were on..."
"Fire,” Cade offered. “Both of us, Taylor. It wasn't just you. We both wanted it. Here. Right
Standing with her back to the Chevy, Taylor watched Cade as he talked to a couple of other enthusiasts, the play of his strong face, the light that shone from his eyes when he was relaxed.
He was a good man. Thoughtful. Considerate. He'd been thinking of her when he'd stalled their love making, not wanting her to experience sex in a derelict building.
That was kind. That was ... well, it was simply Cade Harper.
A warmth pervaded Taylor's bones, sneaking up on her, cosseting and comforting. There was absolutely nothing simple about Cade.
She owed him an explanation, but there was no way she could actually put that explanation into words. How did she tell him she had wanted to dump a dying fiancé?
It didn't sound good in any language.
"Taylor?"
Her head shot up, snatched back from the past. Cade stood so close, a little boy lost look on his face, all serious and sad.
A tentative smile curved at her mouth. She wanted to reach out and touch him, brush away that sadness. “Do you always sneak up on a gal?"
"Only when it's you. I wanted to apologize,” he said. His hands rested on her shoulders, and he pulled her to him. Taylor had to arch her neck back to look into his face, and when she did, she realized she was lost. A flutter of butterflies flitted across her skin, and she nervously wiped the tip of her tongue across her lips.
"What for?” she asked.
"The interrogation. It's not my business if you like cars. Though, I must admit, it's kinda sexy. Gives a guy fantasies."
Taylor's breath stalled, excitement coiling low down in her belly. “Fantasies. Hmm. Such as?"
"Do you really want to know?” One of Cade's hands trailed down her back, cupping her bottom. He steered her backwards, leaning her against the side of a nearby car. Taylor felt the car's hard metallic curves at the back of her legs. They parted, and Cade slid between them. She felt his arousal straining against his jeans, pushing against her sex.
Here?
Blatant and very public.
Taylor didn't care. She wanted to feel all of him.
Cade slipped a hand between them and tugged at her nipple. It hardened beneath his touch.
"How about hot, fast sex? Here, in the back of the car."
Taylor's eyes widened, heat flooding her cheeks, burning even her scalp.
Fantasies!
Her muscles tensed, relaxed, then tensed again with wanting him, hard and inside her.
How did she know how it would feel? She had no experience. Yet she knew, absolutely, what Cade would feel like inside her—and she wanted it. Wanting it was killing her.
Then, as Cade blew little kisses down the side of her neck, nuzzling her earlobe, her hands slid around his neck, threading their way through his hair. The texture of it spiked her senses and a trembling sigh escaped her lips.
"Yes,” she whispered against his ear.
A hard, hot sigh escaped Cade's lips, fanning her skin. “Then, I'd go slow. Tasting you, feeling you come around me, squeeze me. Hear those soft mewing moans of pleasure you make."
Oh, boy.
Taylor leaned against the car, felt the hard metal press into her back. One leg lifted slightly and hooked around Cade's. He lifted her slightly, pressing himself harder against her and kissed her. Deeply, thoroughly. Transporting her to another world. Her sex rubbed against him and a surge of urgent need shot through every part of her. She felt reckless. Carnal.
In the background, the sound of wolf whistles fought through the fog of desire wrapped around Taylor. Cade must have heard the sound of spectators, too, and pulled back a fraction. “We need to get out of here."
Taylor's eyes fluttered open. For a moment she was confused to where she was, then reality struck. “My God, in public. We were...” Her breathing came in short pants and she pushed Cade away slightly. “I can't believe it. We were on..."
"Fire,” Cade offered. “Both of us, Taylor. It wasn't just you. We both wanted it. Here. Right
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