baby.”
“Really? So you’re interested in taking me
out to dinner? Maybe to a movie? Getting to know each other over
bad Chinese food and neighborhood barbecues?”
Cade’s eyes narrowed and she knew she’d
struck home with her point. He wanted her in bed and nowhere else.
He didn’t want the connection of anything past the physical.
“We’ve known each other four days,” he said.
“Don’t you think you might be overreacting a little?”
“No, I don’t.”
He took a step toward her, and it was
everything she could do to hold her ground. His fingers touched her
hair lightly before moving to the sensitive skin at the side of her
neck. She gasped at the contact and she felt the dampness gather
between her thighs. Chills snaked up her spine and zinged across
every erogenous zone in her body.
“What’s wrong with satisfying the physical
aspect? Those needs and feelings will always be there. We can be
friends later. Once the edge is off and our bodies are sated.
What’s wrong with giving in to that need? Sex is just another part
of life. Why would you deny yourself one of its greatest
pleasures?”
Confusion began to cloud the lust rioting
through her body. He made a persuasive argument, one she was
tempted to give in to. But it wasn’t just her need for something
more that was holding her back. It was shame. And fear. What would
happen when he finally got what he wanted? Would he be disappointed
when she didn’t respond the way he imagined? Would he look at her
with disdain and tell her all the things she was doing wrong? It
wasn’t a chance she was sure she could take. Paul had damaged her
pride, but she had a feeling Cade could destroy it completely.
“In my opinion, I’m not denying myself
anything,” she said, shakily.
“Only because you haven’t had me inside you
yet.”
He leaned down and took her mouth fast and
hard, his tongue sliding along hers sinuously, and she realized too
late that the moan she’d heard had come from her.
He pulled back, but he kept her wrapped
loosely in his arms. “What’s going on between us is rare, Bayleigh.
I don’t think you’re experienced enough to realize how rare. It’s
fine that you want something more, and I won’t stand in your way
when you’re ready to find it, but there’s no reason we can’t enjoy
this and take advantage of it while it lasts.”
“You’re asking a lot of me, Cade. I just
don’t know if I can do it.”
“We’ll see, sugar.”
He kissed her again, and she melted into his
arms, knowing her resistance was wearing thin. If he kept up this
assault she’d never be able to hold out against him.
“Oh, sorry,” Tara said as she came back in
the shop.
Bayleigh hadn’t even heard the chime ring,
but she could tell by the smug look in Cade’s eyes that he’d been
perfectly aware of what was going on.
“I thought you’d be done by now.” Tara’s eyes
danced with humor as she moved back behind the counter to store her
purse. “Who’s your friend, Bayleigh? And why am I just now finding
out about this? You’ve got a lot of explaining to do, girl.”
Bayleigh stepped out of Cade’s embrace and
narrowed her eyes at him. “There’s nothing to explain. He’s a
nuisance. And my new neighbor,” she added as an afterthought,
waving her hand agitatedly.
“Cade MacKenzie,” he said to Tara, his mouth
quirking as if he wanted to laugh.
Bayleigh was glad they were both having such
a good time at her expense.
“New neighbor, huh?” Tara asked. “So you
bought the house Bayleigh wanted.”
“Really?” Cade asked, his curiosity evident
in his expression. “Why didn’t you buy it?”
“Because it wasn’t for sale then. And I love
my house. Will you please go away now and stop bothering me?”
“Sure,” Cade said. “I can always bother you
at home later. I’ve got to get back to work anyway.”
It wasn’t until he’d mentioned it that
Bayleigh noticed the silver badge hooked to his belt and the
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