All right, this one-night stand was going to be more fun than she thought. Her hands went to the buttons of his shirt, undoing them. “I want to see your body.”

“Only if I get to see yours,” he told her, a cocky smile curving his mouth. “One piece of clothing for one piece of clothing.”

“That seems fair,” she teased. A game took the tension out of undressing in front of a stranger. “But I get to pick your item of clothing.”

“As long as I get to pick yours.”

“All right. Can I go first?”

“Always.” His eyes gleamed. “Ladies first.”

She tapped her lip, pretending to consider things. “Well, let’s start with the basics before we get to the good stuff. Off with your jacket.”

Cade made a big show of removing his jacket, humming a bawdy song under his breath and pretending to strip it off for an imaginary crowd. He swung it over his head and then tossed it to the ground, while Kylie laughed and clapped her hands.

How much of this was the real Cade and how much was alcoholic silliness, she wondered? Either way, she loved it. She was having a blast. She usually wasn’t ultra-playful in bed, being too self-conscious to really let her hair down. But how could she possibly be worried about how she looked when this drunk, heavenly man was pretending to strip for her, complete with burbled music?

It was freaking adorable.

“Your turn,” Cade said, wiggling his eyebrows at her. He tapped his mouth with one long finger, pretending to consider her clothing, and Kylie raised her arms above her head and gave a little wiggle of her own, modeling her clothing. “How about . . . your bra?”

“You can’t ask for my bra yet,” she told him. “It’s under my other clothes.”

“I don’t remember us establishing rules, my pretty.” He pretended to twirl a mustache like an evil villain, and she couldn’t help but laugh again. “Now. Bra.”

With a faked sigh, she pulled her arms through her sleeves and began to wriggle around inside the cocoon her shirt made, unhooking the six industrial-strength clasps at the back of her bra. A bra for larger boobs wasn’t an ultra-feminine, delicate thing—not if it wanted to get the job done. Kylie’s bra was big and strong and sufficient. Eventually, she worked it off and held it out of her shirt with one arm, hoping he wouldn’t notice that it was a plain beige and not something wild or sexy.

She bet Daphne wore wild and sexy. Which made her worry.

But Cade just wiped his lips, his gaze on her now-loose breasts in her shirt. “I think my mouth just watered.”

And suddenly everything was okay again. She grinned and tossed her bra down on his jacket and then slid her arms back through the sleeves of her tight black shirt, not minding that her big breasts were bouncing with every move she made. “My turn, is it?”

“Might I suggest a lovely sock? I have two of them.” His voice was teasing, but she noticed his gaze was glued to her loose breasts in her shirt, and it made her nipples harden with excitement to see his need so blatantly. Heat pulsed between her thighs and she fought the urge to press them tighter together.

She considered his clothing, instead. He wore his button-up shirt, the collar open and loose, and a pair of slacks, socks, and shoes. Underneath, she assumed, he wore boxers. Or briefs? She wasn’t entirely sure, but she didn’t want to spoil the anticipation by going straight for the payday. Even now, she could see the bulge in the front of his trousers increasing and she licked her lips with anticipation.

And to her surprise, he groaned, his gaze hazy with lust again. “Can I just say I love that mouth of yours? God almighty.”

Kylie licked her lips again, teasing him, and then gestured at his shirt. “Off with that. I want to see your chest.”

He removed it quickly, less playful than before, and now she could see the firm outline of his cock against his pants, thick and erect. And oh, rather stunning if she was a judge of these sorts of things. He was definitely well equipped.

Yep, tonight was a good call after all.

Cade stripped off his shirt, then quickly removed his undershirt and Kylie sucked in a breath at the sight of his bared chest. “Oh wow,” she told him, unable to stop herself from moving forward and running her hands over his sculpted body. “You’re gorgeous.” Daphne, she decided, was an utter fool for passing up this delicious man. Cade’s body was long and lean, his chest lightly brushed with tawny hairs across his etched pectorals and down his belly. There was an ugly black tattoo of skulls and such on his left bicep, but she ignored it in favor of running her hands down his chest. She was actually touching a man with a six-pack. She, Kylie Daniels of the wide butt and even wider hips, was getting to put her hands—and soon, her mouth—on male six-pack. “I have to say, this is a fun game,” she breathed, dipping the tip of one finger against his belly button.