“You didn’t come to chat?” he asked. “Then why are you here, Red?”
The man seriously embodied frustration and sex appeal—a dangerous combination. He knew exactly why she’d stopped by and parked down the street.
Jade placed her palms on his chest, his taut muscles clenched beneath her touch. She pushed until he took the silent hint and stepped back.
She’d gone home and showered after leaving Cash’s gym, but she’d only thrown on a pair of jeans and a sleeveless, button-up shirt with a pair of sandals. It was nearly eleven o’clock now and she should be home in pajamas, making notes about the potential open house.
Yet she’d opted to put on normal clothes and pull her hair up into a topknot because she didn’t want to take the time to dry it.
Silence settled heavily between them, but Jade kept her eyes locked onto his as she reached for the top button of her shirt. With each one she released, she took in his clenched jaw, tight lips, flared nostrils.
“You’re showing admirable restraint.” She laughed when he remained quiet. “You’re dying to rip this shirt and send the buttons flying, aren’t you?”
“You’ve got about a second to finish before I take over.”
As tempting as that was, she liked knowing she had some power over him. She thoroughly enjoyed watching him hang on by an invisible thread.
She shrugged from the shirt and let it fall behind her onto the floor. When she went for her pants, Cash swatted her hands away.
“I’ll finish.” He jerked at the button and slid the zipper down. “I don’t know why you wore so many clothes when you knew you were coming here.”
She shivered when his rough knuckles grazed her stomach. “Because I didn’t want your neighbors seeing me naked.”
“Next time just wear a coat. And heels.”
Jade laughed when he hooked his thumbs in her panties and pulled everything down her legs. “I assume that’s one of your fantasies?”
He dropped to his knees and lifted one foot. Cash slid off one sandal and tossed it over his shoulder before lifting the other foot and doing the same. Then he finished ridding her of her clothes.
“My fantasies?” he asked, remaining on his knees and looking up at her. “With you, Red, I have endless fantasies.”
Another rush of arousal hit her at his low, throaty declaration. Never in her life would she have imagined this moment. Cash in complete submission before her, her plastered against the door, discussing fantasies.
“Cash.”
The image they made seemed too intimate, too much.
“I only came here for—”
His lips quirked. “I know why you came here. I left you aching in my office when Jax interrupted. Would you have let me take you there? On my desk or against the door?”
The way her body throbbed right now, she’d agree to anything if he’d speed things along.
“Aren’t you the one who’s always in a hurry?” She was nearly to the point of begging.
Slowly, he raked his fingertips over the outside of her calves, behind her knees, circling around to glide on up her thighs. There was no way to control the trembling because she was too busy worrying if her legs would hold her up.
“Maybe I’ve been waiting on you to catch up.”
When he removed his touch and came to his feet, she seriously about whimpered. “Catch up?” she muttered.
“I ache when you’re not with me, so I think it’s only fair you’re just as hot.”
She shook her head and tried not to explode. “I didn’t come here to be analyzed or for you to play some ridiculous games.”
Cash curved his hands over her hips and smiled. “I assure you, this is no game. But I do have something I want to show you.”
“Your show better be a fast strip out of those running shorts,” she warned.