The Virgin Bride Said, 'Wow!'. Cathy Gillen Thacker

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СКАЧАТЬ rolled his eyes. “No kidding about that,” he said dryly.

      Kelsey lifted her shoulders in an indifferent shrug and kept her eyes on Brady’s. “Now that we’re married, everybody is going to be trying to figure out if we’ve slept together or not, anyway,” she told him with as much outrageous brazenness as ever. “So we might as well do it, get it over with, and out of the way, so to speak.”

      Brady narrowed his eyes at her thoughtfully. To Kelsey’s disappointment, he didn’t back down one bit, either. “That’s a very typically male view of things,” Brady said, mocking her too-casual tone to a T.

      “What?” Kelsey propped her hands on her hips. The way he was challenging her was making her mad. Worse, it was exciting her, too, in a way unlike anything she’d ever felt before. Stubbornly, she kept her eyes locked with his, even as her heart began to race like a wild thing in her chest. “You don’t believe I’m serious?” she asked very softly and coolly.

      Brady clamped his lips together. A new, worried light came into his eyes. “I’m not sure what to believe right now,” he said seriously, after a moment, suddenly seeming all of his twenty-nine years. “I mean, I know you’re a tomboy—”

      “Thank you.” Kelsey flashed him a tight, mocking smile.

      “But this…” Brady continued, clearly at a loss as to what to do next.

      Kelsey shot him a sultry smile, already toying with the top button of her shirt. “Don’t you want to satisfy your curiosity?” she goaded playfully.

      Brady’s chest and shoulders suddenly looked hard as rock. “Well, sure…”

      Telling herself she didn’t need or want to look below his waist, lest she lose her nerve, Kelsey challenged, “Then let’s go. Upstairs. Now. You and me.”

      Brady laughed. Kelsey could see he didn’t take her any more seriously than her sisters or the McCabes had. She slowly unbuttoned her shirt and started up the stairs. When she reached the top, she shrugged it off, whirled it lariat-style over her head, and then rocketed it Brady’s way.

      BRADY STARED AT THE SHIRT fluttering past the stairwell to the floor. The next thing he knew Kelsey had turned the corner into the upstairs hall and a very lacy, surprisingly transparent black bra had followed.

      Feeling as if he were in the middle of the wildest, most erotic dream he’d ever had, he moved to pick up the bra. It was still warm from her skin and scented with orange-blossom perfume.

      Brady swallowed around the sudden dryness in his throat. Lower still, there was an insistent ache he sure as heck didn’t want to be feeling. His fingers closing on the fabric, Brady stared in the direction Kelsey had gone. Damn it all if this new wife of his wasn’t serious.

      He couldn’t believe it.

      Not once in the entire time they’d been partners had Kelsey so much as offered him even a handshake. In the space of a few short hours she had proposed marriage, rushed him to city hall, held his hand and kissed him like there was no tomorrow. Now she was taking off her clothes. He swore again as a boot clattered to the first floor. Then another. Then her belt and jeans sailed down from the upstairs hall. A pair of socks followed. Brady swallowed. The only thing she had left was her panties. Before he could even make a move, those followed, too, and they were just as lacy, just as transparent as her bra.

      He heard her laughing, then the sound of her footsteps moving toward her bedroom. His lower half surging to life, Brady headed for the stairs.

      KELSEY WAS ALREADY BENEATH the covers in her bedroom. Her cheeks were flushed but there was a telltale devilry in her eyes, and a challenging tilt to her chin. “Are we going to get this over with or not?” she said.

      Brady looked at the elegant line of her bare shoulders, and her satiny smooth skin. She had the covers tugged well above her breasts, but what little he could see, coupled with the kiss they had exchanged not too long ago, had him already hard as a rock. “I’m not the kind of guy who plays around,” he warned, wanting there to be no mistake about his intentions. “If we do this, if we begin a sexual relationship with each other, there’s no going back. I expect exclusive rights to your bedroom and I’ll give you the same to mine.”

      “Fine,” Kelsey said as she watched him methodically take off his shirt, boots and jeans. Her pretty green eyes widened as he stripped off his socks and low-slung red briefs, too. “But I reserve the right to say when and where it’ll happen.”

      Brady had no problem with that. Once she was his woman, he figured he could convince her to make love with him anywhere, anytime the need struck. And if not, he thought as a smile curved his mouth, he’d sure have fun trying.

      Naked, he climbed beneath the sheets.

      To his frustration, although she was naked, too, Kelsey kept her arms on top of the blankets, the covers pressed tightly against her. She had a funny look in her eyes, too. Sort of excited and scared and nervous and yet ridiculously brazen and full of bravado, too. “If I didn’t know better,” he teased, “I’d think you’d never done this before.”

      “Ha, ha, very funny.” Kelsey gave him a withering look. “Can we just get on with it, please?”

      Irritated at the way she kept calling all the shots and ordering him around, Brady frowned. “Sorry for the delay, ma’am.” And with that, he lifted the barrier of sheets still between them, shifted over top of her and lowered his head to hers.

      THE FEEL OF HIS LIPS against hers was even more tantalizing and electric than before. Kelsey gasped as Brady’s mouth brushed against hers. She quivered all over as he slipped his tongue inside her mouth and rubbed it against hers with lazy, sensual strokes. His hands moved to her breasts, and still kissing her, he shifted his weight, so he was lying beside her, one arm beneath her neck, one leg thrown over hers. When he’d brought her nipples to hot, aching peaks, he let his hand trail lower still, across the flat of her abdomen, and that was when panic, unlike Kelsey had ever felt, set in. Kelsey broke off the kiss and, hands splayed against his chest, pushed him away with all her might. “Stop!” she said. “I can’t do this!”

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