He's the One Jane Beckenham (best book recommendations .txt) 📖

of the people here wouldn't know that bike, or the Chevy."

"So, I read car magazines in my spare time.” Taylor wished with all her heart Cade would drop the subject. She didn't want to dredge up memories. Rob had been too sick to tinker on his ‘48 Ford, so instead she'd sat with him for hours, reading his car magazines to him—until death caught up.

Sudden, unbidden tears pricked at Taylor's eyes.

Damn. She didn't want to cry. Not now, and certainly not in front of Cade. She brushed them away. Rob was gone, and her feelings for him were confused, a mixture of guilt and a sadness she'd made such a senseless and stupid error. Something that, even four years on, tested her judgment where men were concerned.

Standing with her back to the Chevy, Taylor watched Cade as he talked to a couple of other enthusiasts, the play of his strong face, the light that shone from his eyes when he was relaxed.

He was a good man. Thoughtful. Considerate. He'd been thinking of her when he'd stalled their love making, not wanting her to experience sex in a derelict building.

That was kind. That was ... well, it was simply Cade Harper.

A warmth pervaded Taylor's bones, sneaking up on her, cosseting and comforting. There was absolutely nothing simple about Cade.

She owed him an explanation, but there was no way she could actually put that explanation into words. How did she tell him she had wanted to dump a dying fiancé?

It didn't sound good in any language.

"Taylor?"

Her head shot up, snatched back from the past. Cade stood so close, a little boy lost look on his face, all serious and sad.

A tentative smile curved at her mouth. She wanted to reach out and touch him, brush away that sadness. “Do you always sneak up on a gal?"

"Only when it's you. I wanted to apologize,” he said. His hands rested on her shoulders, and he pulled her to him. Taylor had to arch her neck back to look into his face, and when she did, she realized she was lost. A flutter of butterflies flitted across her skin, and she nervously wiped the tip of her tongue across her lips.

"What for?” she asked.

"The interrogation. It's not my business if you like cars. Though, I must admit, it's kinda sexy. Gives a guy fantasies."

Taylor's breath stalled, excitement coiling low down in her belly. “Fantasies. Hmm. Such as?"

"Do you really want to know?” One of Cade's hands trailed down her back, cupping her bottom. He steered her backwards, leaning her against the side of a nearby car. Taylor felt the car's hard metallic curves at the back of her legs. They parted, and Cade slid between them. She felt his arousal straining against his jeans, pushing against her sex.

Here?

Blatant and very public.

Taylor didn't care. She wanted to feel all of him.

Cade slipped a hand between them and tugged at her nipple. It hardened beneath his touch.

"How about hot, fast sex? Here, in the back of the car."

Taylor's eyes widened, heat flooding her cheeks, burning even her scalp.

Fantasies!

Her muscles tensed, relaxed, then tensed again with wanting him, hard and inside her.

How did she know how it would feel? She had no experience. Yet she knew, absolutely, what Cade would feel like inside her—and she wanted it. Wanting it was killing her.

Then, as Cade blew little kisses down the side of her neck, nuzzling her earlobe, her hands slid around his neck, threading their way through his hair. The texture of it spiked her senses and a trembling sigh escaped her lips.

"Yes,” she whispered against his ear.

A hard, hot sigh escaped Cade's lips, fanning her skin. “Then, I'd go slow. Tasting you, feeling you come around me, squeeze me. Hear those soft mewing moans of pleasure you make."

Oh, boy.

Taylor leaned against the car, felt the hard metal press into her back. One leg lifted slightly and hooked around Cade's. He lifted her slightly, pressing himself harder against her and kissed her. Deeply, thoroughly. Transporting her to another world. Her sex rubbed against him and a surge of urgent need shot through every part of her. She felt reckless. Carnal.

In the background, the sound of wolf whistles fought through the fog of desire wrapped around Taylor. Cade must have heard the sound of spectators, too, and pulled back a fraction. “We need to get out of here."

Taylor's eyes fluttered open. For a moment she was confused to where she was, then reality struck. “My God, in public. We were...” Her breathing came in short pants and she pushed Cade away slightly. “I can't believe it. We were on..."

"Fire,” Cade offered. “Both of us, Taylor. It wasn't just you. We both wanted it. Here. Right now."

"Oh, God.” Taylor eyed Cade. Saw the stain of that very heat he talked about beneath his skin. She squeezed her eyes shut, blinking out reality. She couldn't believe it. She'd jumped his bones—in public. She had been quite prepared to make love with him right here, right now.

How could she have been so stupid, so blind? So ... she'd actually forgotten where she was. Cade made her forget.

"Come on."

"Where?” Taylor felt numb, a deliciously hot and sexy kind of numbness.

"Home. We've got that unfinished business, remember?"

They hadn't gone more than a few steps when someone called out Cade's name. “Hey, brother, hold up."

Cade let out an audible groan and muttered beneath his breath. He pulled on Taylor's hand and quickened his pace.

"Wait up.” Their pursuer obviously wasn't giving up, Taylor realized.

A hand slapped Cade on the back, and he halted, fury creasing his brow. He turned one-eighty to face their interloper.

"Not now, Zane."

"Hey, is that a way to treat family?"

Zane? Cade's brother. Taylor eyed him. He looked like Cade. Softer, not as tall, but still had those devilishly good looking Harper bones.

"Aren't you going to introduce us?” Zane asked looking directly at her.

"Nope. Gotta go.” Cade tried to turn, but it was obvious Zane wasn't having any of this.

"I'm Zane, his younger brother,” he