He didn’t wait for her to comply, just lifted his hands to the front of her shirt, grasped either side of the buttons, and yanked them apart. Suzanne gasped as buttons flew everywhere and she sat exposed before him, her shirt ruined, her chest rising and falling unevenly, her breathing a rough pant as his eyes roved over her satiny red bra with black stitching and a black lace trim.

“Christ.” His eyes roved over her breasts like he’d just discovered gold. “These are so much nicer than my fantasies,” he said in a hushed, husky kind of reverence that Suzanne felt all the way down to her clitoris.

“You fantasized about me?” Her stomach clenched and her heart fibrillated, and she was hot and trembling all over. It was good to know she hadn’t been the only one unable to master her subconscious.

But had he fantasized about her with the level of detail she had him?

He nodded. “All the time.” Dragging his gaze off her breasts, he met her eyes. “While I’m fixing fences, feeding cattle, talking to my men, freezing my ass off on a horse. And every fucking night since you moved into the cottage.”

His voice was rough with desire and indignation, like he hated himself a little for his lack of control, and that only made Suzanne hotter. Because she knew exactly how he felt. Streaks of need darted from her inner thighs to her belly button and undulated along her pelvic floor.

“And these.” Grady dropped his gaze to her breasts, his hands sliding up her thighs, over her stomach and ribs to slide onto the satin-covered mounds. He squeezed them, Suzanne’s breath caught, and when he swiped his thumbs over the visibly erect nipples, she made a little noise in her throat and arched her back. “I’ve thought about these more than I’ve thought about boobs in my whole life combined.”

He traced his index fingers along the lacy edge where fabric met flesh and then, hooking his fingers under the edge, he pulled both the cups aside. Suzanne panted heavily as her breasts spilled out, and Grady groaned, his hands moving to capture the fullness of them, squeezing them, playing with the weight of them in his hands before lowering his head.

Suzanne cried out as he sucked a nipple into the wet heat of his mouth, rolling it around, flicking it with his tongue, grazing it with his teeth. He switched quickly to the other, and everything dissolved around her as her body succumbed to the hot, wet tug of his mouth, her fingers winding in his hair.