Book 3: The Telfords of Montana
Cash easily unsnapped Bronte’s pajamas, singing to her about bathtime and swimming with ducks and fishes while she watched him wide-eyed, her limbs still cutely uncoordinated while Maddy set up the bath and tested the water with her wrist. He laid her on the foam insert and soaked the facecloth, playing peek-a-boo as he did so. He’d seen Maddy do it, and the start of surprise and wonder was so cute.
“You’re supposed to use that on her, not yourself, cowboy,” Maddy teased. “You’re getting all wet.”
“Trying to tire her out so we won’t be interrupted.”
“Play away. I’ll dim the lights, put on some soft music. She likes that. I’ll prepare her evening bottle. When you change and dress her, start to calm it down.”
Teamwork. Not quite a week together, and they were already seamless. It felt … good. Right in a way he’d never have anticipated. Then Maddy stuck her hand in the bath and splashed Cash.
“Oops.” She smiled leaning in to lick the water off his neck.
“You did that on purpose.”
“Did I?” Her voice was husky, and he went from bathing baby mode to man aroused. “How about this time?”
She splashed his shirt—just a few drops, but again she used her tongue on the fabric right over his nipple.
“Definitely deliberate,” he croaked.
“Smarty.” She used her teeth lightly, then her tongue.
“Ummmmm. Bathing a baby,” he choked out.
“Who knew daddy mode could be hot.” She threw his earlier words back at him. “I can wait,” she said, her voice a soft, breathless husk. “Don’t make it too long.” Her hand trailed down his body, skimmed along his belt buckle, but instead of dipping to the main attraction, she circled his waist, pressed a kiss between his shoulder blades and laid her head there for a moment.
He felt her heart pounding against his back. So his Maddy wasn’t as calm and in control as she appeared. And that cranked him up higher.
She kissed him again and then squeezed his ass.
“I always wanted to do that. You have the best ass of any rider on the tour.”
“Wait? You’ve been checking us out? Only the best on the tour?”
She laughed throatily and sauntered off. “You’re so competitive.”
“You have no idea.”
“I hope to find out. Later.”