Page 23 of Rocky Mountain Home

“Jeez, is that an option? Because hell, yeah.” He flashed a grin full of pure lust and happiness. “Close your eyes and relax. I’m serious. This is a little bit of heaven, and I’m in no rush.”

“Breast man?” she teased.

A contented hum was all she got in return as he slid his tongue wickedly over her nipple followed by a brief caress of his lips. He pinched lightly, then swung to the other side, and she gave in and closed her eyes like he’d suggested.

It was all sorts of amazing, and it had been a long time since anyone had touched her, other than herself…

She glanced down to discover he was smiling in that way that made her shiver. “Stop looking at me as if I’m on the menu.”

“Darlin’, you’re not only on the menu. You are the menu. I’m on a Dare diet, and I’m planning on enjoying as much all-you-can-eat buffet as possible.”

He was too cheesy to be real, but that tongue—

Damn, she loved his tongue, and she knew well enough from their previous interaction his talents in using it involved a lot more than her breasts.

She could hardly wait.

“Stop talking and keep doing the other things,” she ordered to stop from giving in to temptation and telling him to go for it.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Seconds later another moan escaped her. She wondered if it was possible to come from just him playing with her breasts. Jesse was completely dedicated to his task, focused on what he was doing, so intent as he grabbed her hips and placed her on the tabletop, reaching for the top button of her jeans.

The strangest sound echoed through the house. One Dare hadn’t heard for simply ages.

Jesse cursed softly, his fingers stilling on her waistline. “You expecting company?”

Oh, damn, that sound was the doorbell, and here they were both naked from the waist up.

“Give me my shirt,” she whispered in a panic.

She grabbed what he offered, which was his shirt, not hers, but the doorbell was going off again and she had no choice but to pull the fabric on as Jesse pushed the chair away and kicked her bra and shirt out of sight under the table.

“How do I look?” she asked frantically doing up buttons.

“Edible.”

Of course he would be completely unhelpful.

“Awesome.” She hurried to the door, eye to the peephole to discover her nieces on the other side.

“Drat.”

“Need me to climb out a window?”

Before she could answer, the door opened and Dare stepped back as Sasha and Emma poured in. The little girls were clad in their pyjamas, travel mugs in one hand and DVDs in the other.

Neither of them focused on Jesse, more intent on storming across her living room to throw themselves onto the couch.

“We didn’t know which movie you wanted to watch, Auntie Dare, so I brought The Jungle Book, and Emma brought the movie about pixies, and Jesse gets to decide.”

The gentleman in question was standing with his back to the door, a wide grin on his face. Other than his bare chest, she never would’ve guessed they’d just been interrupted from a highly charged sexual situation.

Dare sucked in a quick breath and worked to sound as casual as possible instead of wracked by lust. “We’re not having a movie night, girls.”

Sasha looked confused. She glanced at her sister before turning back. “But Daddy’s out tonight, and we always watch a movie when Daddy goes away.”

Heaven save her from little girls. “You can watch a movie, but to make it extra special you should watch it in Auntie Ginny’s room.”