He's the One by Jane Beckenham (ready to read books .TXT) 📗

hand back and spun to face Cade. “Is it okay, to touch, I mean?"

"Of course. They're cars. Not museum pieces."

Turning back she walked the length of each one, slowly, admiring their silent strength, yet each had a gentle beauty about them. The chrome glistened, the paintwork mirror perfect; all restored to perfection.

"The Mustang I know is a ‘64, but what year is the pickup?"

"A ‘48. It's been rodded to go faster. And that one,” Cade said pointing to its neighbor, “is a ‘66 Ford Galaxy. The soft top is a Lincoln Convertible."

"So, you're a purist then, an all Ford man."

"Yeah.” He grinned down at her. “Except that the pickup's rodded. You sure know your cars, Taylor Sullivan. I am impressed."

Taylor walked the line of the cars a second time, hand trailing over each. They were all special in their own right, but in truth, the pickup was probably her favorite because it had been the car Cade used for their first date.

First date. How cool did that sound?

"They're beautiful. You've done a good job,” she said.

"Thank you."

Cade stood so close that when she turned to face him, their bodies brushed. Heat zinged through every part of her, and his stare was nowhere near any of his cars.

Words failed her. Cade had that effect on her.

He leaned forward, forcing her to arch backward and she came in contact with hard metal. Cade closed in and rested an arm either side of her.

"That shirt sure looks good on you,” he said, eyeing his shirt.

"It's ... um too short,” she said, tugging at its hem self-consciously.

His gaze lowered to the top of her thighs. “Nope. Definitely the right length. I think you're a bit too ‘done up',” he said flicking one button open. The shirt sides parted, outlining the full curve of her very aroused breasts. Her heart raced a frantic beat, and blood pounded in her veins so hard she was sure she could hear its journey.

Cade pulled back a fraction, eyeing her with a teasing glint in his desire-filled eyes. “Nope. Definitely too uptight still.” He flicked another button, and another.

Taylor's breath hung in suspension, lips suddenly dry as any desert as Cade parted her shirtfront. His gaze flared

"So beautiful,” he murmured. Then his mouth was on one nipple, sucking, teasing her as the curl of his tongue flicked the hard bud repeatedly.

"Cade?"

"Mm, baby, you taste good, just as I remember,” he said leaving one pleasured bud for the other.

Taylor was in heaven and squeezed her eyes shut, blocking out the world, only wanting to feel his touch. His hands lifted her easily, jolting her suddenly alert.

"What are you doing?"

"Don't want to show the world,” he rasped against her ear. He yanked the rear door of the Galaxy open. It was made for loving. Intimate. Private. The door closed behind them, and except for the thud of her heart as it hammered behind her chest, the world went quiet.

Reclining across the back seat, Cade pulled her onto his lap. She went readily, feeling his erection pulse against her.

"Much better,” he said, and began dotting kisses across her eyes, her face and finally, her lips.

A soft sigh escaped her lips. Things couldn't be any better Taylor thought and gave herself into the pleasure of it all.

Cade kissing her.

Cade loving her.

Absolutely perfect.

"Cade, where are you?"

Cade's hands stilled their journey across her breasts and he uttered a few choice curses. “Damn, why now?” He looked into Taylor's eyes, silencing her question. “It's my brother.” He put a finger against her well-kissed lips and lifted her from him. Placing her gently on the car seat he slid toward the door, glancing back at her as he stepped out. “I'll get rid of him."

Taylor curled into the corner of the car, buttoning up Cade's shirt with shaking fingers. Holding her breath, she clutched her hands to her chest. Her heartbeat was frantic, pounding as if it was going to explode.

Fancy being caught in the backseat of a car of all places. What was wrong with her? She wasn't some schoolgirl—okay, so she was still relatively inexperienced, but the “back seat"—what was she thinking?

Nothing.

Ain't that the truth. Thinking had flown out the window the moment he touched her.

Sneaking across the seat, making sure she kept her head below the window line, Taylor listened to the brothers.

"What do you want, Zane?"

"Just dropping off these car parts from Harry Fontain."

"Thanks, now goodbye."

"What? No time for your brother?"

"Nope,” Cade bit out harshly.

"None?"

"That's right,” he reinforced.

Taylor slid a fraction higher on the seat. Cade stood with his back to her. Dressed only in his jeans, his bare back ribbed with ripcord toned muscles, shoulders broad and flexed, he folded his arms across his chest. But that wasn't the only thing he wore. Scored across his beautiful back were other marks. Scratches. Ones she'd inflicted in the heat of passion, when Cade loved her.

Heat scorched her cheeks as she eyed the red love-marks, remembering the delicious pleasure he'd given her at that moment in time.

Bad girl!

It seemed, however, Zane wasn't about to budge and Taylor realized, Zane knew exactly what was going on because his gaze kept sliding over Cade's shoulder toward the car.

Good Lord, she'd been caught bonking in the back seat. What was she, a tart?

"Go home to your dog, Zane. I'm sure I can hear it barking."

"Tetchy, aren't we?"

"Busy,” Cade shot back.

"Yeah, I can see.” Zane chuckled. He turned to leave and walked a few feet away. “See ya later, brother. Oh, and bye, Taylor."

Hell and damnation. Zane Harper winked in her direction with his final wave goodbye.

"Damn.” She shouldn't have looked. Heat flooded her cheeks, tears blurring her vision, her humiliation total.

"You okay?"

Taylor's head snapped up. “No, I'm not.” She wrapped her arms across her chest which was a big mistake as it only emphasized the state of her very sensitive nipples and the reason for their state of grace. “I've got to get out of here and go home. Just like Zane and his dog,” she bit