She took that fingertip between her teeth and licked the tip. “More than anything.”
“Then let’s not overthink it. Let’s just feel for a night.”
That sounded kind of wonderful. She nodded and he gave her another quick kiss, then took her by the hand and led her back into the hotel room. He flicked off lights as he went, leading her through the maze of rooms.
And then they were in the opulent bedroom. The walls were a soft warm wood, the drapes a pale cream color. The bed was a sumptuous king with a quilted white headboard and dozens of pillows tossed onto it. It looked like something out of a dream. “This is like no hotel room I’ve ever stayed in before.”
“It’s nice, isn’t it? You should see the bathroom.”
“Can I?”
He gestured at a door off of the bedroom. “Be my guest.”
She wandered in and gasped at the sight. It was beyond luxury—a rain shower; a sunken, jetted tub; thick, plush carpets—it had everything. She peeked at a door off to one side and laughed to see exercise equipment. “My goodness. This place is bigger than my last apartment.”
“Mmm. Then I’m glad you’re here to enjoy it.”
He pulled her against him, pressing her back against his front. His arms went around her waist and he nuzzled at her neck, brushing her hair aside and kissing her nape.
Kylie shivered. Her instinct was to draw Cade’s hands away from her waist so he wouldn’t figure out how fat she was—but that was stupid, of course. He knew just how big she was. She wasn’t a slim girl. Her breasts were big, her hips were big, and there was no hiding that. So she forced herself to relax in his arms. If he hated the way she looked, well, she’d never see him again, would she?
So she turned around, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pulled him in for a long, scorching kiss. Her tongue played against his, then flicked against his lips. “I’ve seen enough in here. I think we should go back to the bedroom.”
Cade groaned and gripped her ass in his hands. “I couldn’t agree more.” But he didn’t stop kissing her. Instead, he walked backward in small, slow steps, heading back toward the bedroom. And she giggled against his mouth, still kissing him in return.
Mouths locked the entire time, they staggered back to the bedroom. She accidentally stepped on his foot and he winced. “Sorry,” she breathed.
“I can carry you the rest of the way,” he told her between kisses. His blue eyes were heavily lidded with passion and fringed by dark blond lashes, and she couldn’t stop staring at that sultry gaze. He was gorgeous, right down to his sinfully pouty mouth. No man should have a mouth that pretty, Kylie decided. It was just darn wrong.
And then she realized what that pretty mouth was saying. “Carry? Me?”
He nodded and moved to put a hand behind her legs, and she quickly stumbled out of his grip. “Wait, no!”
“What’s wrong?”
“You must be really drunk if you think you can carry me,” she told him. She was a nice, solid size eighteen, and there was no fudging that number. “I don’t look like Daphne.”
“Thank fucking Christ for that,” he said, and put his hands at the sides of her neck and drew her in for another searing kiss. “I love the way you look,” he murmured against her mouth. “I love your lush body. It’s one of the reasons I’m attracted to you.” His hands slid to her shoulders, and then down her arms, and he studied her with pleasure. “Your breasts. Your hips. Your curves. Your softness. Fuck, you’re pretty.”
All right, this one-night stand was going to be more fun than she thought. Her hands went to the buttons of his shirt, undoing them. “I want to see your body.”
“Only if I get to see yours,” he told her, a cocky smile curving his mouth. “One piece of clothing for one piece of clothing.”
“That seems fair,” she teased. A game took the tension out of undressing in front of a stranger. “But I get to pick your item of clothing.”
“As long as I get to pick yours.”
“All right. Can I go first?”
“Always.” His eyes gleamed. “Ladies first.”
She tapped her lip, pretending to consider things. “Well, let’s start with the basics before we get to the good stuff. Off with your jacket.”
Cade made a big show of removing his jacket, humming a bawdy song under his breath and pretending to strip it off for an imaginary crowd. He swung it over his head and then tossed it to the ground, while Kylie laughed and clapped her hands.
How much of this was the real Cade and how much was alcoholic silliness, she wondered? Either way, she loved it. She was having a blast. She usually wasn’t ultra-playful in bed, being too self-conscious to really let her hair down. But how could she possibly be worried about how she looked when this drunk, heavenly man was pretending to strip for her, complete with burbled music?
It was freaking adorable.
“Your turn,” Cade said, wiggling his eyebrows at her. He tapped his mouth with one long finger, pretending to consider her clothing, and Kylie raised her arms above her head and gave a little wiggle of her own, modeling her clothing. “How about . . . your bra?”
“You can’t ask for my bra yet,” she told him. “It’s under my other clothes.”
“I don’t remember us establishing rules, my pretty.” He pretended to twirl a mustache like an evil villain, and she couldn’t help but laugh again. “Now. Bra.”