He grins at me. “Sure do.”
“What? Deer? Gator?”
“Beaver.”
I smack his chest. “Is that all you think about?”
“When you’re around?” He’s on me again and I don’t stop him.
This kiss is different, hot and mind-bending, possessive and utterly selfish. I can barely breathe. I try not to drop my mug. “E-Eagle . . .” I cut it short this time.
We’re both breathing hard and obviously horny.
“There’s deer, duck, hogs, and pretty much any other wildlife you can think of around here.”
“Do you fish?”
“Every Cajun does.”
“Is that what you are?”’
“Born and bred,cher.Want a tour of the property?”
I take an enthusiastic drink of coffee, weighing my options. Should I seduce him now, or let the frustration build up so when we finally get naked it will be explosive? Time with Eagle is important to me, too. It will make the memory that much sweeter. “Please.”
We walk back into the house and I finish off my drink and set the cup in the sink. Then he leads me outside to a large shed. He opens the barn-like door. There’s three four-wheelers parked inside. “Want to ride alone or with me?”
“With you.”
I wait as he gets one ready. A couple of minutes later, I’m sitting behind him with my arms looped around his waist.
“Hold on tight,cher,” he teases, using the Cajun term of endearment again. “I’d hate to have to peel you off the ground.”
