Free A Buckhorn Bachelor by Lori Foster Page A

his own, so, after a deep breath, she hoisted herself up to the side of the dock.
    As she stood, she said, “Hi, guys.”
    All three men faced her. A beat of tense silence made her squirm. She tried a smile to put them at ease.
    Turly pushed back his sunglasses and whistled.
    Bear stared as if he’d never in his life seen a woman in a swimsuit, then swallowed audibly.
    For crying out loud. Hers was more modest than many, not that you could tell by his reaction. In fact, the way he stared, she was starting to feel naked when she knew most women on the lake were in skimpier bikinis.
    She was trying to think of something to say when Adam appeared in front of her. “If there’s nothing else, you guys can get lost.”
    Finally regaining his wits, Turly burst out laughing.
    â€œNow wait a minute,” Bear protested as the boat motor rumbled to life. “Amber said—”
    â€œAmber was obviously wrong,” Turly told him, and he took a sharp turn, angling the boat back out of the cove. Bear craned his neck to keep her in his sights, still trying to protest when they disappeared from view.
    â€œThat was so odd.”
    Adam turned to stare down at her. “You just gave Turly a mild heart attack.” His hand opened on her waist, his thumb moving over her belly.
    â€œI don’t know—”
    â€œYou are sexy beyond belief.”
    Isabella would have denied that, but he kissed her. Not a tentative kiss, but a ‘Let’s pick up where we left off’ hot, wet, involved-tongue kiss.
    Clinging to him, she kissed him back, and all the same sensations swamped her, putting her right back on that precipice of release.
    Adam inched away to look at her. “Your house?” he asked hopefully as he trailed his fingertips over her still damp shoulder.
    Her house, where they could be alone, where boaters couldn’t intrude.
    Where she could finally have Adam Sommerville in all the ways she wanted. “Yes,” she breathed.
    No, wait. Not all the ways she wanted...because she wanted him forever.
    He started to move but she stayed him. “Hold up.” God, this was harder than she’d ever imagined. “I need to tell you somethin’ first.”
    â€œAll right.” He didn’t pressure her, just looped his arms around her waist, studied her face, and waited.
    * * *
    S EEING THE RETICENCE in Issy’s expression, Adam frowned. Something wasn’t right.
    Only a few minutes ago, she’d been ready to come apart from his touch. He’d felt the wetness of her slicking his fingers, felt her heat and the way she clung to him, heard the incredibly sexy sounds she made as her release grew near.
    She wanted him, he knew that. Hell, she hadn’t been shy about letting him know. But now, when they were finally ready to end the torture, she kept him standing on the dock.
    She looked worried, and he didn’t like that. When they got together— and please, let it be now —he wanted her with him one-hundred percent.
    Forcing himself to patience, he asked, “What is it, honey?”
    A deep inhalation lifted her breasts. Beautiful, full breasts.
    She braced herself—why, he didn’t know—and scooted closer, kissing his chest, his shoulder. “I’m hopin’ you don’t get mad.”
    They were ready to have sex; why the hell would he be mad?
    â€œAnd I hope you don’t change your mind. I really, really hope that.”
    â€œChange my mind about wanting you? Not going to happen.” He needed her. He was so hard he hurt, but now, with this build-up of something, his gut cramped a little. “Whatever it is—”
    â€œI love you,” she blurted.
    Adam fell back a step and almost went off the side of the dock. Issy grabbed him, helping him regain his balance. He stepped them both forward, away from the edge.
    Talking ninety miles a minute, Issy held on to him. “I’ve loved you for a long