“Ellie.” Barefoot and shirtless, he wore only a pair of faded jeans so soft they clung to the muscles in his long legs and hugged his narrow hips. His chest was all lean muscle, his biceps thick and solid. A working man’s body, darkened to teak by the sun. Ellie’s mouth went dry.

Kade’s gaze slid over the fluffy robe that covered her from neck to toe, modest by any standard, and the dark copper curls that hung down her back. The gold in his eyes glittered with heat. Kade pulled her into the room and closed the door.

“Ellie . . .” he repeated as a hard arm wrapped around her waist and he dragged her against him. Kade slid his fingers into her hair to anchor her in place, and his mouth crushed down over hers.

Heat enveloped her, like warm honey sliding through her veins. Ellie moaned. The kiss went on and on, coaxing at first, then deeper, more demanding, wild and reckless and completely irresistible. Her arms went around his neck. Kade parted her robe and filled his hands with her breasts.

“Jesus, I want you.” He toyed with her nipples, turning them pebble-hard, then lowered his mouth to suckle one aching tip while his hand kneaded and caressed the fullness.

“Kade . . .”

“I need you, Ellie. Don’t say no.”

She couldn’t have said no if a gun had been pointed at her head, not with her mouth so dry and her body so hot and wet. No was the last word on her mind. She could think of several dirty words she wanted to say, blushed just thinking about them.

“Yes . . .” she said. “Yes, Kade,” and arched her back to give him better access.

Kade groaned. He returned to her breasts, suckled and tasted until she was begging for more. “I need you too,” she whispered. “Please, Kade.”

He left her a moment, then returned with a handful of condoms he tossed on the nightstand and started kissing her again. “I’ve been hard for you half the damn day.” He slid the robe off her shoulders, let it pool at her feet. She was naked underneath. Maybe she’d dressed for seduction after all.

Kade kept kissing her, plundering her mouth as he plundered her body. A hand slid down to the curve of her waist, moved lower to cup her bottom and pull her into the vee at the front of his jeans, letting her feel his erection. He was thick and hard, straining against his zipper.

Ellie whimpered as he stroked her, kissed her again, and just kept kissing her. She was wet and ready when he lifted her, wrapped her legs around his waist, and unzipped the fly of his jeans.

“I can think of a dozen ways I want to have you, starting right now.”