McCade's Wish (The McCade Family Series Book 2) by Mara McBain Page A

Adrienne swallowed hard as he took the two or three steps to the bed, her buzzing brain wondering how he could make walking look so sensuous. He leaned over her. She gave way, sliding back on the bed. Her body hummed as he gave chase, crawling up her so that she was pinned between his arms and legs. A firm tug tore the blanket from her fingers and he tossed the shield aside.
    Cole hovered over her, his lips inches from hers as he stared into her eyes. Her tongue slipped out, wetting her lips and he grinned again. His breath made her lips tingle. More than anything, she wanted to reach up and yank his mouth down to hers, but she wanted him to make the first move. His head shifted to the side, his face coming close enough that his lips and the tip of his nose trailed down the line of her jaw. Her head fell back when those lips found her pulse and played over the tender skin.
    His body lowered over hers, molding her into the mattress. Lips continued to trail over her throat in a caress not quite a kiss. Her arms slipped around him, hands splaying over the broad planes of his back. She could feel the ridge of his arousal pressed against her. With his knees framing her, she couldn’t open to him the way her body wanted. It was a small favor to her slipping control. His hot breath fanned her ear, drawing a shudder. She moaned into his mouth when it finally covered hers. His kiss was deliberate and drugging.
    The warmth of his hand seeped through the material covering her breast. Her nipple stiffened under the gentle strum of his thumb. Her mind spun. For a man that claimed little experience, he was playing her body with skill. She shifted underneath him, her body already aching for more of his. Her fingers bit into the ridge of his shoulder blades when he rocked against her. The bunch of her skirt foiled the thrust of his hips, but her body still moved against him. He pulled his lips from hers, leaving her panting.
    Shifting to the side, he reached down to drag her dress up. She muffled a moan into his shoulder at the press of his zipper against her core. Hooking her knees over his hips allowed Cole to thrust against her, the material still separating them not enough to mask his desire. His mouth was hungry on hers again. Her body arched up into his, begging for more. He rocked harder. The squeak of the bedsprings sounded loud, even over the pant of their breath. She groaned in frustration this time. The damn power outage made the house as quiet as a tomb.
    “Cole,” she gasped, tugging lightly on his shoulder.
    His big body slumped, stilling against her. When he lifted his head she could read the resignation in his eyes. He would stop if she asked him to. The man was a saint. 
    “The bed’s too noisy. We have to find a quieter way to do this,” she whispered. She wasn’t nearly as virtuous as he was.
    He blinked at her for a moment and then glanced around the room. She bit his earlobe to draw his gaze back. She almost laughed at the desperation on his face.
    “I have an idea. Get your clothes off.”
    Hope flared in his eyes. Rolling off her, his fingers went to work on buttons. Scooting to the edge of the bed, Adrienne stood on shaky legs and hurried over to lock the door. His gaze was on her when she turned back. She winked and he grinned, shucking his shirt. Keeping eye contact, she shimmied out of her clothing. Cole’s fingers became awkward as he watched her show. Dropping the last scrap, she strolled over and sassily straddled his leg to help pull off his boot. His breathing was harsh by the time she repeated the movement with his other one. She fought an evil grin. If she wasn’t careful, this wasn’t going to last long.
    “Take a deep breath, cowboy,” she whispered, petting his chest.
    His cheeks seemed to flush under his tan, but he grinned and ran his hands over her shoulders, trailing down her arms to catch her hands. Pressing them together, he kissed them lightly before stepping back to remove the last