With a faked sigh, she pulled her arms through her sleeves and began to wriggle around inside the cocoon her shirt made, unhooking the six industrial-strength clasps at the back of her bra. A bra for larger boobs wasn’t an ultra-feminine, delicate thing—not if it wanted to get the job done. Kylie’s bra was big and strong and sufficient. Eventually, she worked it off and held it out of her shirt with one arm, hoping he wouldn’t notice that it was a plain beige and not something wild or sexy.
She bet Daphne wore wild and sexy. Which made her worry.
But Cade just wiped his lips, his gaze on her now-loose breasts in her shirt. “I think my mouth just watered.”
And suddenly everything was okay again. She grinned and tossed her bra down on his jacket and then slid her arms back through the sleeves of her tight black shirt, not minding that her big breasts were bouncing with every move she made. “My turn, is it?”
“Might I suggest a lovely sock? I have two of them.” His voice was teasing, but she noticed his gaze was glued to her loose breasts in her shirt, and it made her nipples harden with excitement to see his need so blatantly. Heat pulsed between her thighs and she fought the urge to press them tighter together.
She considered his clothing, instead. He wore his button-up shirt, the collar open and loose, and a pair of slacks, socks, and shoes. Underneath, she assumed, he wore boxers. Or briefs? She wasn’t entirely sure, but she didn’t want to spoil the anticipation by going straight for the payday. Even now, she could see the bulge in the front of his trousers increasing and she licked her lips with anticipation.
And to her surprise, he groaned, his gaze hazy with lust again. “Can I just say I love that mouth of yours? God almighty.”
Kylie licked her lips again, teasing him, and then gestured at his shirt. “Off with that. I want to see your chest.”
He removed it quickly, less playful than before, and now she could see the firm outline of his cock against his pants, thick and erect. And oh, rather stunning if she was a judge of these sorts of things. He was definitely well equipped.
Yep, tonight was a good call after all.
Cade stripped off his shirt, then quickly removed his undershirt and Kylie sucked in a breath at the sight of his bared chest. “Oh wow,” she told him, unable to stop herself from moving forward and running her hands over his sculpted body. “You’re gorgeous.” Daphne, she decided, was an utter fool for passing up this delicious man. Cade’s body was long and lean, his chest lightly brushed with tawny hairs across his etched pectorals and down his belly. There was an ugly black tattoo of skulls and such on his left bicep, but she ignored it in favor of running her hands down his chest. She was actually touching a man with a six-pack. She, Kylie Daniels of the wide butt and even wider hips, was getting to put her hands—and soon, her mouth—on male six-pack. “I have to say, this is a fun game,” she breathed, dipping the tip of one finger against his belly button.
He groaned, closing his eyes at her touch. “Fun . . . and torture all at once.”
She knew what he meant. Now her mouth was watering. “Your turn, I believe.”
His heavy-lidded eyes considered her. “Can I touch?”
“Not yet,” she murmured, even though she was running her hands up and down his gorgeous chest. But seriously, how could she possibly stop caressing a chest as perfect as his? That would just be masochism.
“All right, then,” he murmured. “I think I know what I want to come off of you next.”
“What’s that?” she asked, breathless from touching his skin. He was so warm and smelled so good.
He leaned in and his lips brushed against her ear. “Your panties.”
And Kylie moaned. This man did not play fair. “But they’re under my pants.”
“That’s not my problem, is it?” His voice was like silk, caressing her skin.
She shivered, her mind racing as she tried to see a way to prolong the tease, to remove her panties without giving up all the goods. But she couldn’t think of anything. It didn’t help that her mind was mush thanks to Cade’s nearness and the Patron she’d drank.
And then, because she couldn’t think of any way to save herself, she sighed and stepped out of her shoes, then undid the button on her pants. “I’m thinking this is a two-for-one that you’re getting here,” she told him, turning her back to draw the tease out a little. Kylie unzipped her pants and then, bracing herself, tugged them down over her hips and let them fall to the floor. Now she stood in nothing but her panties and her shirt, and her panties were a cheeky design with lace at the seams, so they exposed more of her pale ass than covered it. Which . . . hadn’t mattered this morning when she’d dressed. She’d liked the panties due to the fact that they left no visible line under her clothing.
Now? Well, her butt cheeks were exposed in all their pale, fleshy glory.
Cade groaned again and moved toward her. “You have a gorgeous ass. I’m dying to touch it.”
“Hey now,” she told him, teasing. Then she wiggled out of his grip, and then out of her panties, too. “No one said anything about touching, did they?” She could play hardball, too.
“At some point, I’m going to want to touch,” he murmured. “And kiss. And caress. And lick.” His voice dropped to a near whisper, and he dragged out each word as he leaned in, close but not touching. “And suck . . .”
And now she trembled with want. Her mind was on fire with the potential of skin being licked and kissed and nibbled and sucked. She turned to face Cade. “Your turn. I need your underwear, too.”