voice that brought to mind tangled sheets and sweat-soaked bodies.
“Me, too.” She moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue. “I’m ravenous.”
He reached for her, but Stacie slipped past him, feeling his eyes on her as she walked to the stove. No need to make this too easy or quick. She’d discovered last night that anticipation was half the fun.
She’d just turned off the burner and scooped the eggs onto two plates when she felt his arms slip around her waist.
“It smells good in here,” he said, his breath warm against her neck.
“It’s the coffee.” She spoke extra loud so he could hear her answer over the pounding of her heart. “I ground the beans myself.”
“It’s not the coffee.” He leaned even closer and nuzzled her hair. “You smell like spring flowers.”
“I love a man who knows how to give a compliment.” She turned in his arms and faced him.
“What I want to know is,” Josh’s gaze dropped to her lips, “do you taste as good as you smell?”
“I—”
Josh’s mouth closed over hers before she could respond. His lips began their delicious assault on her senses and Stacie forgot how to breathe. By the time he stepped back, her knees quivered like jelly and she had to lean against the counter for support.
“Yep. You do taste as good as you smell.” His gaze dropped to her chest.
Her breasts strained against the thin cotton fabric, already anticipating the feel of his lips.
“Wow.” Stacie fanned her face. “It’s getting warm in here. Do you mind if I unbutton my shirt?”
His eyes glittered in the fluorescent lights of the kitchen. “Need help?”
“I’m good.” Actually she was feeling more wicked than good as she unfastened each button with exaggerated slowness. Finally the shirt hung open.
“You’re not wearing a bra.”
“I’m not wearing any panties, either,” she said, offering him an impish smile. “Course, I’m not taking off my pants.”
His smile turned into a grin. “Of course you aren’t.”
He stepped forward, pushing aside the shirt with his fingers, his hands closing over and cradling each small mound. His thumb scrapped across the tip and Stacie moaned.
Josh lowered his head. “I have to taste—”
His mouth had just closed over one aching nipple when the door swung open with a clatter.
“The horses—” Seth pulled up short. A swath of bright red splashed across his cheeks.
Josh whirled, his muscular body shielding Stacie as she pulled her shirt together.
“Don’t you knock?” Josh demanded.
“I saw the light,” Seth stammered. “The guys are saddled up and ready.”
“Ready for what?”
“You asked for help moving the herd this morning,” Seth said.
Josh muttered an expletive and raked a hand through his hair. “I forgot.”
“I understand,” Seth said, his bland expression fooling no one. “You had other…things…to attend to…”
Stacie ducked her head and fastened the last button, wishing she could sink through the floor.
“Enough, Seth,” Josh warned. “Whatever you saw, whatever you think you saw, is between Stacie and me. Not you. Not anyone else. Understand?”
“Absolutely,” Seth said immediately.
“We’re clear then.”
“I saw nothing.”
Josh blew out a hard breath. “Okay.”
Seth’s gaze shifted to the plate of eggs and his expression brightened. “Do you mind if I grab some breakfast? I’m starved.”
Stacie coasted down the street and shifted Josh’s truck into Park in front of Anna’s house, the scene eerily reminiscent of high school. Back then she’d feared her parents would be waiting up to give her a lecture. Now it was the thought of seeing her roommates that filled her with dread. If they were back in Denver, a sleepover would be no big deal. But here, everything felt different.
Easing the truck’s door open, Stacie stepped from the vehicle and closed the door, being careful not to slam it. She cast an assessing look at the place she temporarily
“Me, too.” She moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue. “I’m ravenous.”
He reached for her, but Stacie slipped past him, feeling his eyes on her as she walked to the stove. No need to make this too easy or quick. She’d discovered last night that anticipation was half the fun.
She’d just turned off the burner and scooped the eggs onto two plates when she felt his arms slip around her waist.
“It smells good in here,” he said, his breath warm against her neck.
“It’s the coffee.” She spoke extra loud so he could hear her answer over the pounding of her heart. “I ground the beans myself.”
“It’s not the coffee.” He leaned even closer and nuzzled her hair. “You smell like spring flowers.”
“I love a man who knows how to give a compliment.” She turned in his arms and faced him.
“What I want to know is,” Josh’s gaze dropped to her lips, “do you taste as good as you smell?”
“I—”
Josh’s mouth closed over hers before she could respond. His lips began their delicious assault on her senses and Stacie forgot how to breathe. By the time he stepped back, her knees quivered like jelly and she had to lean against the counter for support.
“Yep. You do taste as good as you smell.” His gaze dropped to her chest.
Her breasts strained against the thin cotton fabric, already anticipating the feel of his lips.
“Wow.” Stacie fanned her face. “It’s getting warm in here. Do you mind if I unbutton my shirt?”
His eyes glittered in the fluorescent lights of the kitchen. “Need help?”
“I’m good.” Actually she was feeling more wicked than good as she unfastened each button with exaggerated slowness. Finally the shirt hung open.
“You’re not wearing a bra.”
“I’m not wearing any panties, either,” she said, offering him an impish smile. “Course, I’m not taking off my pants.”
His smile turned into a grin. “Of course you aren’t.”
He stepped forward, pushing aside the shirt with his fingers, his hands closing over and cradling each small mound. His thumb scrapped across the tip and Stacie moaned.
Josh lowered his head. “I have to taste—”
His mouth had just closed over one aching nipple when the door swung open with a clatter.
“The horses—” Seth pulled up short. A swath of bright red splashed across his cheeks.
Josh whirled, his muscular body shielding Stacie as she pulled her shirt together.
“Don’t you knock?” Josh demanded.
“I saw the light,” Seth stammered. “The guys are saddled up and ready.”
“Ready for what?”
“You asked for help moving the herd this morning,” Seth said.
Josh muttered an expletive and raked a hand through his hair. “I forgot.”
“I understand,” Seth said, his bland expression fooling no one. “You had other…things…to attend to…”
Stacie ducked her head and fastened the last button, wishing she could sink through the floor.
“Enough, Seth,” Josh warned. “Whatever you saw, whatever you think you saw, is between Stacie and me. Not you. Not anyone else. Understand?”
“Absolutely,” Seth said immediately.
“We’re clear then.”
“I saw nothing.”
Josh blew out a hard breath. “Okay.”
Seth’s gaze shifted to the plate of eggs and his expression brightened. “Do you mind if I grab some breakfast? I’m starved.”
Stacie coasted down the street and shifted Josh’s truck into Park in front of Anna’s house, the scene eerily reminiscent of high school. Back then she’d feared her parents would be waiting up to give her a lecture. Now it was the thought of seeing her roommates that filled her with dread. If they were back in Denver, a sleepover would be no big deal. But here, everything felt different.
Easing the truck’s door open, Stacie stepped from the vehicle and closed the door, being careful not to slam it. She cast an assessing look at the place she temporarily
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