Blade grinned at the impatience in the woman’s tone. “Yes, ma’am?”
“I’m not up here because I want to be.” She flashed him a smile.
“Just why are you up there?”
“Your cow chased me up here.”
“Satan?” Blade snickered. “Satan is a bull, ma’am. And the only thing he chases around here are the females he’s about to mount.” Her skirt moved with the breeze, teasing him with glimpses of her shapely legs. He was hoping to catch another look at the silk between her thighs. “Do you need help getting down?”
Her gaze shot to Satan, while her teeth chewed on the corner of her bottom lip. “If you don’t mind.”
“Just drop down and I’ll catch you.” He could sense her hesitation.
“I’m no lightweight,” she said after a while.
Blade paused, thinking about how to answer that. Women tended to be sensitive about their weight. As far as he was concerned there wasn’t a thing wrong with a woman who had a little meat on her. And from what he could see, there was definitely nothing wrong with her.
“Yes ma’am.” He kept his tone neutral. “I think I can handle it.”
“What about your cow, ah, bull?”
Blade followed the direction of her gaze to where Satan had wandered off. “Satan is the reason I’m out here. He escaped from his pen. You’re lucky he did. We only use this pasture during the winter months.”
“At least something is working out in my favor today.” She smiled down at him. “Get ready because here I come.”
Blade watched her take a careful step onto a lower branch, holding her skirt against her legs. He gripped Calypso tightly between his thighs to keep him steady. When she ran out of branches he raised his arms. The next thing he knew she dropped down right onto his lap. He caught her against him, and for a moment he was being smothered by her sweet flesh, exposed when her skirt got caught up on his hat. Several mind numbing thoughts registered at once, her subtle fragrance of something wild and tantalizing, the satiny softness of her skin, the arousing little gasp that passed through her lips.
“Oh, I’m so sorry!”