“Sure,” shestammered.
God, she was behaving like a cowboy groupie, if there was such a thing. So what if he wore his jeans like they’d been cut just for him? So what if they stretched and wrapped around his ass in a way that made her knees go weak? She needed to keep her licentious thoughts toherself.
As they entered the bathroom, she silently wished she could jump into an ice-cold shower to stop the rush of carnal heat that was coiling inhersex.
“In addition to a shower, we installed a claw-foot bathtub a few years back. Sarah had been having some problems with arthritis and her doctor had suggested she soak in a hot bath every night.” As he spoke, he stared at her as if he was undressing her withhiseyes.
“I like bubble baths,” sheblurted.
His eyes turned a shade of stormy green, the color of the sky before a tornado. She didn’t know who moved first, but the next thing she knew, he’d swung her around and lifted her ass up onto the edge ofthesink.
Now at eye level with him, she searched his face for any hint of hesitation. When she found none, she crushed her lips against his. Like the previous night, there was nothing slow about their movements. Mashed against his, her lips burned with the roughness of his kisses. She couldn’t take a breath before he’d parted her lips with his tongue and delved into hermouth.
Dizzy and off balance, she leaned into him to keep from falling. She wound her fingers into his thick hair and clung to him. His hands found her hips to steady her. Blood pounded in her ears. She’d never felt so reckless, so full ofprimitiveneed.
As he shoved up her skirt, she reached for his pants. She’d just unbuckled his belt when she heard a door slam somewhere in thehouse.
“Shit,” Mackcursed.
She panted. “Whoisit?”
“One of mybrothers.”
“Shit.”
She jumped down and smoothed her skirt over her legs. When she turned to look at herself in the mirror, she cringed. Red lipstick was smeared across her mouth. Her hair stuck up every which way. Anyone who walked in right now would know exactly what they were doing. She couldn’t risk having one of his brothers find out about their clandestine make-out session because it would only bring embarrassing questions that she wasn’t prepared toanswer.
Mack whispered, “I’ll head him off. Pretend you were going to thebathroom.”
* * *
Mack yankedhis belt buckle together as he raced toward the bedroom door. If his brothers found out he was sleeping with the new B&B manager, they might lose respect for him. Also, he couldn’t risk losing their trust in his judgment. If they found out that he’d picked her up at the bar and had slept with her in his truck, he’d never hear the end of it. His brothers considered him the most responsible person in the family and he had to uphold thatimage.
He also needed to find a way to keep his hands off of Madison. Every time he got within three feet of her, he wanted more. He could still feel her tight, slick heat wrapped around him. As soon as he headed off his brother, he’d have to go dunk his head in theriver.
Logan had just crested the stairs when Mack stepped out of the bedroom. “I heard you hired a new manager. Hank said she’s a hotcitygirl.”
“She’s okay. And she’s our new employee, so keep your hands toyourself.”
Logan placed a hand over his chest as if he’d been offended. “Are you accusing me of being awomanizer?”
“You never met a skirt you couldn’tconquer.”
“Very true,” Logan said as he peeked over Mack’sshoulder.
Mack steered his brother toward the stairs. “We can wait for herdownstairs.”
“Why? Is sheindecent?”
You have no idea.“She’s using therestroom.”
Logan smirked. “Suresheis.”
“When are you going to grow up andsettledown?”
“Oh that’s rich coming from you. Once you have a wife, I’ll consider finding a ball and chain of my own. But until then, all the ladies arefairgame.”
“Not this one,” Mack said through clenchedteeth.
