now."
"Oh, God.” Taylor eyed Cade. Saw the stain of that very heat he talked about beneath his skin. She squeezed her eyes shut, blinking out reality. She couldn't believe it. She'd jumped his bones—in public. She had been quite prepared to make love with him right here, right now.
How could she have been so stupid, so blind? So ... she'd actually forgotten where she was. Cade made her forget.
"Come on."
"Where?” Taylor felt numb, a deliciously hot and sexy kind of numbness.
"Home. We've got that unfinished business, remember?"
They hadn't gone more than a few steps when someone called out Cade's name. “Hey, brother, hold up."
Cade let out an audible groan and muttered beneath his breath. He pulled on Taylor's hand and quickened his pace.
"Wait up.” Their pursuer obviously wasn't giving up, Taylor realized.
A hand slapped Cade on the back, and he halted, fury creasing his brow. He turned one-eighty to face their interloper.
"Not now, Zane."
"Hey, is that a way to treat family?"
Zane? Cade's brother. Taylor eyed him. He looked like Cade. Softer, not as tall, but still had those devilishly good looking Harper bones.
"Aren't you going to introduce us?” Zane asked looking directly at her.
"Nope. Gotta go.” Cade tried to turn, but it was obvious Zane wasn't having any of this.
"I'm Zane, his younger brother,” he said, holding out his hand.
Taylor took it, surprised when the younger Harper took her hand to his lips and kissed it.
"Mitts off, brother,” Cade almost growled, surprising her by his he-man tactics.
"What? Can't stand a little competition?"
"You'd lose.” Cade stood rigid, the tiny pulse in this jaw she'd come to recognize when he battled for control, flickered a relentless beat.
"Wanna bet?"
"No contest.” Cade wrapped a proprietorial arm around Taylor's shoulder.
"Enough.” She eased her hand from Zane's and wagged a finger at both men. “What is this? Sibling rivalry?"
"Brotherly love,” Zane informed her. “Just checking up on the old boy here. Don't wear him out, now.” And with that, Zane gave them a jaunty wink and wave and sauntered towards a group of young women.
For a few seconds, Cade remained immobile, his narrowed gaze fixed on the retreating Zane. Then, he turned to her, a wash of concern coloring his face.
"Sorry about my brother. You okay?” Taylor nodded, but when she shivered, Cade shrugged off his leather jacket and draped it around her shoulders.
Taylor surreptitiously dipped her head, inhaling deeply the fragrance. It smelled of him. All warm and masculine. Pulling the edges around her, she hugged it to her. Once again, it was just the two of them, the crowd fading into nothingness.
"We've a date, I believe."
Taylor's toes curled. “How could I forget?"
"I hoped you hadn't."
"That would be impossible where you're concerned, Mr. Harper."
"Good. Let's go.” Linking his hand in hers, they almost ran back to where he'd parked the pickup. Cade gunned the engine as it roared to life. He gave her a quick glance. “You okay."
Oh, yes. She was more than okay. She was definitely ready .
* * * *
The moment Taylor stepped up behind Cade outside the bar's back entrance, any doubts she'd been harboring flew out the proverbial window.
He turned to her, a finger over his smiling lips. “We need to be quiet unless you want my nosey parker sister springing us.” Draping his arms over her shoulders, Cade pulled her to him. She came up against his hard body. His very sexy body.
It felt good—again.
Excitement bubbled inside Taylor, and she reached up and kissed him softly on the lips.
"Do that again, and I won't be able to control my actions,” he murmured against her mouth.
"Is that a promise?” She kissed him again. There was nothing gentle or tentative about this kiss. She kissed him hard, stroking the side of his face, feeling his stubbled jaw and tasting him. Her hands slid beneath his T-shirt, feeling him shudder as her fingertips splayed
"Oh, God.” Taylor eyed Cade. Saw the stain of that very heat he talked about beneath his skin. She squeezed her eyes shut, blinking out reality. She couldn't believe it. She'd jumped his bones—in public. She had been quite prepared to make love with him right here, right now.
How could she have been so stupid, so blind? So ... she'd actually forgotten where she was. Cade made her forget.
"Come on."
"Where?” Taylor felt numb, a deliciously hot and sexy kind of numbness.
"Home. We've got that unfinished business, remember?"
They hadn't gone more than a few steps when someone called out Cade's name. “Hey, brother, hold up."
Cade let out an audible groan and muttered beneath his breath. He pulled on Taylor's hand and quickened his pace.
"Wait up.” Their pursuer obviously wasn't giving up, Taylor realized.
A hand slapped Cade on the back, and he halted, fury creasing his brow. He turned one-eighty to face their interloper.
"Not now, Zane."
"Hey, is that a way to treat family?"
Zane? Cade's brother. Taylor eyed him. He looked like Cade. Softer, not as tall, but still had those devilishly good looking Harper bones.
"Aren't you going to introduce us?” Zane asked looking directly at her.
"Nope. Gotta go.” Cade tried to turn, but it was obvious Zane wasn't having any of this.
"I'm Zane, his younger brother,” he said, holding out his hand.
Taylor took it, surprised when the younger Harper took her hand to his lips and kissed it.
"Mitts off, brother,” Cade almost growled, surprising her by his he-man tactics.
"What? Can't stand a little competition?"
"You'd lose.” Cade stood rigid, the tiny pulse in this jaw she'd come to recognize when he battled for control, flickered a relentless beat.
"Wanna bet?"
"No contest.” Cade wrapped a proprietorial arm around Taylor's shoulder.
"Enough.” She eased her hand from Zane's and wagged a finger at both men. “What is this? Sibling rivalry?"
"Brotherly love,” Zane informed her. “Just checking up on the old boy here. Don't wear him out, now.” And with that, Zane gave them a jaunty wink and wave and sauntered towards a group of young women.
For a few seconds, Cade remained immobile, his narrowed gaze fixed on the retreating Zane. Then, he turned to her, a wash of concern coloring his face.
"Sorry about my brother. You okay?” Taylor nodded, but when she shivered, Cade shrugged off his leather jacket and draped it around her shoulders.
Taylor surreptitiously dipped her head, inhaling deeply the fragrance. It smelled of him. All warm and masculine. Pulling the edges around her, she hugged it to her. Once again, it was just the two of them, the crowd fading into nothingness.
"We've a date, I believe."
Taylor's toes curled. “How could I forget?"
"I hoped you hadn't."
"That would be impossible where you're concerned, Mr. Harper."
"Good. Let's go.” Linking his hand in hers, they almost ran back to where he'd parked the pickup. Cade gunned the engine as it roared to life. He gave her a quick glance. “You okay."
Oh, yes. She was more than okay. She was definitely ready .
* * * *
The moment Taylor stepped up behind Cade outside the bar's back entrance, any doubts she'd been harboring flew out the proverbial window.
He turned to her, a finger over his smiling lips. “We need to be quiet unless you want my nosey parker sister springing us.” Draping his arms over her shoulders, Cade pulled her to him. She came up against his hard body. His very sexy body.
It felt good—again.
Excitement bubbled inside Taylor, and she reached up and kissed him softly on the lips.
"Do that again, and I won't be able to control my actions,” he murmured against her mouth.
"Is that a promise?” She kissed him again. There was nothing gentle or tentative about this kiss. She kissed him hard, stroking the side of his face, feeling his stubbled jaw and tasting him. Her hands slid beneath his T-shirt, feeling him shudder as her fingertips splayed
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