“Did you ride up on your bike?”
He knew why she'd asked the question, because he'd given the noise his bike would make some thought too.
“I'm not a teenager, Macy, and even then I wasn't into hiding or sneaking about. So if we do this, then we deal with what people will say, and knowing this town, someone will have seen me walk my bike up your drive, and by morning it'll be gossip in the Roar. So be sure this is what you want.”
“I've never done anything like this before, but I want to.”
Brad ran a thumb over her cheek. She was warm to the touch.
“Sure you have, you're a wild woman. Riding a motorcycle, getting shot at, standing up in public meetings, and slapping Nadine Buchanan. This,” he waved a hand at her, “is just a soft and very, very sweet façade that hides that Amazon beneath.”
She leaned closer to him.
“I should point out that all those things have only happened since you appeared in Howling, and I may have taken a step backward tonight with the vacuuming business.”
He reached for her, slipping his hands under her and lifting her.
“I hope you're not attempting to blame me for your wild ways, Miss Macy, and like I said, seeing you here, looking all sexy with a vacuum in your hands, was a turn-on.” Brad buried his face in her neck. “You smell good too, honey.”
“And you turn me to Jell-O,” she whispered.
“Good to know.”
Brad headed for the stairs. “I'm guessing this is the way to your room.”
“D-don't you want some wine?”
“No, I want to taste you.”
Macy was fairlysure she was melting. The look in Brad's eye should have been X-rated. After the disastrous start, where he'd found her vacuuming, things had pretty much gone up from there.
She'd never been carried anywhere before, not by a man who desired her, that was.
“Do you think Billy is far enough away that he won’t hear you scream?”
“I can't believe you said that,” Macy whispered as her temperature spiked and she felt heat pool between her thighs.
“I'm Texan, honey, we don't hold back.”
She left a lamp on in her room, the soft golden color offering seductive light. He lowered her down his body, all those wonderful hard planes of muscle, and Macy suddenly wanted to put her mouth on him, lick the hard, warm skin, and make him moan the way she knew she was going to by the end of the night.
“You okay to do this in here?”
“Yes, this is not the room I slept in with him.”
She watched him look around. Neat and tidy, the room was like the others in the house: emotionless.
“Why do you have one colored wall in your house, and everywhere else is as sterile as a doctor's waiting room? Same goes for outside?”
“I couldn't answer that when my friends asked me, and I'm no closer now. It's like I need to continually punish myself by living like this, but I'm not sure why.”
He placed his lips on her shoulder, then bit softly into the skin, and Macy moaned low in her throat.
“We'll discuss this later. Right now I've got other things on my mind.”
She slid her hands beneath the hem of his T-shirt and then upward. His body was hard, the skin warm beneath her fingers. Brian never let her touch him, unless— No, she wasn't going there. Tonight was for just Brad and Macy.
“You are a sexy woman, Macy Reynolds.”
