to this…
Just not yet.
Chapter Six
Cade
The girl in my arms was not a snotty rich girl. She was not the same fire-breathing bitch who I loved sparring with. She was not even the mischievous girl who had enjoyed scaring me with her cat.
She was all softness and sweetness and femininity.
She was warm and willing.
In that moment, she was mine.
Something fiercely possessive erupted in me. I growled and kissed her harder, turning her towards the edge of the veranda. I wanted leverage. I wanted to get closer.
I wanted in.
I lifted her up onto the bannister and spread her knees apart, bunching her slippery dress over her thighs. Hmmmfff… I grunted as I settled between her silky legs, my hips pushing forward until my cock was pressing against the heat of her pussy.
She was wearing panties unfortunately.
But she wasn't wearing a bra…
I held her waist with one hand as the other tugged at her dress, pawing at her through the silky fabric. Her nipple rose up in my hand and I felt my cock twitch. Everything about this woman turned me on. Her smell, the way she looked, the way she felt. The soft, sexy sounds she was making as she twisted me up in little knots without even trying…
BAM
My head snapped back. I nearly dropped her, I was so stunned. I looked down at the woman I was on the verge of fucking. I'd been ready to mount her right then and there.
At least, until the moment she'd smacked me. Hard. The woman had one hell of a swing.
I put my hand on my cheek, trying to figure out what the hell had happened.
Glittering blue eyes stared back at me.
Uh oh.
Camille was not ready to be mounted. Camille was pissed. More than pissed. I was pretty sure she was going to smack me again if I tried any of the many things running through my mind.
I had been planning to carry her out of here. Take her to my car. Or the hotel. I was more than happy to screw her brains behind the fucking shrubbery for all I cared. As long as it happened, I wasn't too picky about the details.
Instead I lifted her up, setting her on her feet. She glared at me until I stepped back. Then she lifted her chin and stalked past me.
My jaw still stung from the flat of her palm. I watched her go, rubbing my cheek with my hand.
She was a cold, hard, unfeeling woman.
She was aloof and independent.
She was worse than a damn cat!
But I was smiling anyway. Once the shock had passed. I was smiling for a very good reason.
I whistled to myself as I followed her back inside. Nothing could dampen my mood. Because no matter what she said, or how slappy she got, I had my answer. She'd shown me everything I needed to know when I had her in my arms.
Miss Camille Rivers was a wild cat in the sack. A wild cat who wanted m e. And when she finally came around to see my way of thinking, she was going to make me a very happy, very satisfied man.
I grinned and followed her back to the dining room for desert.
Camille
The stupid man was going to drive me insane!
How he could sit there, calming eating his sorbet when we had just- we had almost- he had- ooohhhhh! I was so mad, I could scream!
He flicked his cool blue eyes at me and smiled faintly, as if we had a secret. We did not have a secret! We had a moment of temporary insanity!
At least, I had.
I caught myself staring at his lips as he pulled the spoon from his mouth. He was nodding and agreeing with my father. I exhaled in relief. He hadn't seen me.
The next time I looked up, he winked.
Damn it! He had seen me. I started thinking of reasons to excuse myself when my father suggested we go back into the library for a brandy. I followed them mulishly, wanting to cut and run. But it would have been rude, and I didn't want to let Cade know he'd gotten to me.
I ended up nursing a drink and sitting in the window seat. It was my favorite spot in the whole house. I'd spent much of my formative years curled up here, doing homework, reading and surfing the web. I knew the financial blogs like the back of
Just not yet.
Chapter Six
Cade
The girl in my arms was not a snotty rich girl. She was not the same fire-breathing bitch who I loved sparring with. She was not even the mischievous girl who had enjoyed scaring me with her cat.
She was all softness and sweetness and femininity.
She was warm and willing.
In that moment, she was mine.
Something fiercely possessive erupted in me. I growled and kissed her harder, turning her towards the edge of the veranda. I wanted leverage. I wanted to get closer.
I wanted in.
I lifted her up onto the bannister and spread her knees apart, bunching her slippery dress over her thighs. Hmmmfff… I grunted as I settled between her silky legs, my hips pushing forward until my cock was pressing against the heat of her pussy.
She was wearing panties unfortunately.
But she wasn't wearing a bra…
I held her waist with one hand as the other tugged at her dress, pawing at her through the silky fabric. Her nipple rose up in my hand and I felt my cock twitch. Everything about this woman turned me on. Her smell, the way she looked, the way she felt. The soft, sexy sounds she was making as she twisted me up in little knots without even trying…
BAM
My head snapped back. I nearly dropped her, I was so stunned. I looked down at the woman I was on the verge of fucking. I'd been ready to mount her right then and there.
At least, until the moment she'd smacked me. Hard. The woman had one hell of a swing.
I put my hand on my cheek, trying to figure out what the hell had happened.
Glittering blue eyes stared back at me.
Uh oh.
Camille was not ready to be mounted. Camille was pissed. More than pissed. I was pretty sure she was going to smack me again if I tried any of the many things running through my mind.
I had been planning to carry her out of here. Take her to my car. Or the hotel. I was more than happy to screw her brains behind the fucking shrubbery for all I cared. As long as it happened, I wasn't too picky about the details.
Instead I lifted her up, setting her on her feet. She glared at me until I stepped back. Then she lifted her chin and stalked past me.
My jaw still stung from the flat of her palm. I watched her go, rubbing my cheek with my hand.
She was a cold, hard, unfeeling woman.
She was aloof and independent.
She was worse than a damn cat!
But I was smiling anyway. Once the shock had passed. I was smiling for a very good reason.
I whistled to myself as I followed her back inside. Nothing could dampen my mood. Because no matter what she said, or how slappy she got, I had my answer. She'd shown me everything I needed to know when I had her in my arms.
Miss Camille Rivers was a wild cat in the sack. A wild cat who wanted m e. And when she finally came around to see my way of thinking, she was going to make me a very happy, very satisfied man.
I grinned and followed her back to the dining room for desert.
Camille
The stupid man was going to drive me insane!
How he could sit there, calming eating his sorbet when we had just- we had almost- he had- ooohhhhh! I was so mad, I could scream!
He flicked his cool blue eyes at me and smiled faintly, as if we had a secret. We did not have a secret! We had a moment of temporary insanity!
At least, I had.
I caught myself staring at his lips as he pulled the spoon from his mouth. He was nodding and agreeing with my father. I exhaled in relief. He hadn't seen me.
The next time I looked up, he winked.
Damn it! He had seen me. I started thinking of reasons to excuse myself when my father suggested we go back into the library for a brandy. I followed them mulishly, wanting to cut and run. But it would have been rude, and I didn't want to let Cade know he'd gotten to me.
I ended up nursing a drink and sitting in the window seat. It was my favorite spot in the whole house. I'd spent much of my formative years curled up here, doing homework, reading and surfing the web. I knew the financial blogs like the back of
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