CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
Cassie
I’m sweating. Where I was cold last night, now I’m goddamn hot. I push one strong muscular arm off me and give myself a little space from the six-foot-three cowboy blanket I’m wearing.
My vision adjusts to the impending daylight and I take a deep breath. My eyes feel puffy in the way they do after you’ve spent the night crying. It’s still dark in here but I hear the furnace running, which means the power must be back on. I look up to the clock on the stove. It’s flashing.
I rub my eyes and remember the way I cried with Haden last night. I don’t think I’ve ever experienced such a vast spectrum of emotions in such a short period of time. The intense connection, the lust, the immaculate way we connected. The exhausting, endless stretch of time I cried for.
Oh God. It seemed natural last night. But now?
I don’t know what came over me. I can’t even blame the bourbon because we didn’t drink enough for that.
Can I blame the snow? The storm? The magical way it felt in his cabin with the fire and the candles?
Haden must think I’m a freak. I definitely earned my princess nickname last night—
“Where do you think you’re going?” he asks gruffly, flipping me over so I’m facing him.
My breath catches. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to how gorgeous he is.
Especially like this, wrapped up in a white duvet, lying on his thick living room carpet in front of the now completely dwindled fire.
I have no idea how, since it’s only March, but he’s tanned and smooth and fucking delicious-looking in the morning.
Haden pulls me close and kisses my lips.
“It’s still night,” he says, sliding a hand down my waist, over the curve of my naked hip.
I look out the living room window.
“It’s definitely sunrise. You’re reaching on it still being night, buddy.”
Haden looks over his shoulder, “It isn’t morning until that sun is fully up.
I’d say I have at least twenty minutes.” He grips the backs of my thighs and pulls me toward him.
My naked top half meets his and I feel him hardening, pressing into my panties and my abdomen.
He kisses me as he slides his hands up into my hair.
His warm palms roam over me hungrily and he plucks at my nipple.
I moan into his lips as I feel him smirk.
“So what you’re saying is, you agree it’s still night?” he asks as he skims the pads of his fingers down my center.
“I mean, I’m not going to argue with your logic.”
The comfort of waking up with him rocks me to my core. The raw, unspoken emotion hums between us as he slides his free hand up my thigh.
“I know I have to get up. I have to go handle the day and assess the snow,” he whispers. “But all I want to do is spend more time with my cock buried deep in your cunt.”
Haden pushes me over onto my back and I laugh as he nuzzles his face into my neck. The moment is only broken as a phone starts ringing on the kitchen counter.
“Now it’s morning.” I tell him, taking my bottom lip between my teeth.
“What?” he asks. “I can’t hear you.”
He’s fully hard when his phone rings again.
“It could be Wade,” I say, “or, at the very least, important.”
“Fuck. You’re right.” He stands, adjusting himself in his boxers and moving toward his phone. He’s pissed at whoever is interrupting us until his gaze lands on the screen.
“It’s Penny,” he mutters, and I know that can’t be a good thing at six o’clock in the morning.