Page 25 of Rocky Mountain Home

Blame it on the girls—ha. That had been all Ginny’s fault.

“Let me get that for you.” He moved in tight behind her, reaching to lock the deadbolt. “Should have locked this earlier.”

Maybe there was something wrong with the system in the house because he was suddenly on fire.

She twisted toward him, body pressed to his. Meeting his challenge head on. “You are trouble.”

Jesse rested his hand on the door, his arms on either side of her head. “I thought by now that would be pretty apparent.”

“Maybe I’m on a trouble-free diet.”

He inched in closer. “You don’t have to eat if you’re not hungry.”

Damn, he wanted to kiss her. He wanted to throw her over his shoulder and march off to the bedroom so he could make her scream. But he had to follow the rules—

He hated following the rules. It was more fun to bend or break them.

Inspiration hit. He caught hold of her fingers and tugged her with him to the bathroom. “Come on. Two locked doors are better than one.”

He paused in the hallway, though, not sure there was enough room for both of them in the limited space of the bathroom.

He popped open the button on his jeans, lifting his gaze to offer Dare a challenge.

“Did you get cake down your pants?” Dare demanded, but he heard it. An appreciative hum as he shoved his jeans and briefs to the floor, kicking his way out of everything else to stand naked in front of her.

She shook her head, moving closer to touch the bruise on his hip. “Another fight?”

“Argument with a horse.”

Her brows rose. “How did you lose an argument with a horse?”

He reached for the buttons on his shirt, the one she was currently wearing. Slowly stripping her as he spoke. “Who said I lost? That was a friendly love tap after I stayed in the saddle long enough to prove my point.”

“We’re not having sex,” she reminded him as he tossed the shirt to the floor. “How did he bruise you?”

“Shoved me into the corral fencing. Just an affectionate nudge before I left.”

He kept working as he spoke, and suddenly she was once again naked from the waist up and he was back in heaven.

“You need a shower,” he announced. “We both need a shower really badly.”

She opened her mouth, probably to protest, but screw that. He’d had enough of waiting around, and the hardness in his cock wasn’t going away. He caught the waistband of her jeans and pulled them down, grinning when instead of panties he found bare skin and soft curls. “I like the way you dress.”

She threaded her fingers through his hair as he knelt by her feet. Body heating up immediately as he tugged her pants free.

“I like the way you undress me,” she confessed. “No sex, remember?”

Right then he wasn’t sure what his own name was, so the reminder was appreciated.

“You’re driving me crazy.”

He picked her up, and she wrapped her legs around him, their bodies pressed together. Warm, naked skin, strong thighs, and those breasts—

Everything about this woman was lush and perfect. He squeezed her ass, resisting the urge to stop and press her against the nearest wall. Temptation told him to drive himself deep and rut on her like a wild man.

Civility told him to follow the fucking rules. Right now Dare was trusting him to keep his word, so as much as his balls were begging him to do one thing, he let his mind take control and brought her into the tub enclosure with him.

He turned the taps on full, waiting until the water splashing at their feet was a decent temperature. That gave him time to press his front to her back and allow his hands to drift over her, caressing and teasing, drifting back to cup her breasts, the heavy weight of them heaven in his palms.