13. Quade
I’m rushing. I know I should slow down, take my time, take a second to think about what we’re doing, but I’m terrified Hadley will change her mind.
Terrified she’ll realize this is a mistake and stop us from making it.
This isn’t what either of us expected—agreed to—and I know it’s not smart. I’ve never fucked a woman the day we met before.
And yet haven’t I already?
Isn’t that what we did in Charleston?
In my bedroom?
It’s mind boggling the speed in which I’m falling under her spell and yet it feels so right I don’t care to stop it. To think about it.
Because everything about Hadley feels right.
Talking to her. Getting to know her. Holding her hand, kissing her, dragging her back to my lair…
I can’t stop a chuckle from escaping.
“Is that your villain laugh?”
I look back as my steps slow. “You think I’m a villain?”
“Hell no. And if I did I’d be jumping the fence and joining the side of evil.” She presses her free hand to the middle of my back and pushes. “Keep moving. I want what you promised.”
“And what would that be?”
“A bed. You. Me. Naked.”
Her grin is all seductress and I feel a throb in my pants to rival the pounding of the hurricane building offshore. The storm growing inside me threatens to swallow us both whole.
“I always say it’s best to under promise and over deliver. Are you ready for me to do that, Hadley?”
“More than.” She yanks her hand from mine as she shoves me with the other and steps to the side. “Race you!”
Laughter sputters from my throat as she takes off around me and runs the last few feet between the trees, the exterior lights of the cottage leading the way.
She’s barely into the clearing that makes up the front yard when I catch up and sweep my arm around her waist. She’s such a tiny thing compared to me it’s easy to hoist her off her feet and toss her over my shoulder.
The squeal of delight she emits echoes around us and has me grinning, my feet moving faster. “I’ve decided we’re skipping the bed.”
“What? Why?” Her words puff out with each bounce her stomach makes on my shoulder.
“You stink.” I’m grinning. She doesn’t, there’s a small trace of sweat from earlier but it’s not offensive. It’s a turn on.
“You said I was okay?—”
“You need to clean up after working so hard and I’m just the man to help with that.”
I don’t know why I want her in the shower except the idea of getting her wet and slippery has my insides clenching and my cock pulsing, a few drops of my own wetness spilling free.
When she doesn’t comment I take her silence as agreement and head straight to the bathroom after I shove through the front door.
“Should we lock that?” she asks, pressing her hands into my back and lifting her head to look at the door as it slams shut.
“No. The whole estate is fenced and has a security team, and no one is coming here tonight.” I maneuver us into the bathroom and lock that door behind us. “At least they better not come here tonight,” I mutter as I lower Hadley to her feet.
Before I can demand she strip she’s ripping her top over her head. The bra underneath covers most of her breasts but not all and what’s revealed has my mouth watering to taste. My fingers twitching to touch.
“Hadley. If you want to change your mind about this, now is the time.” I curl my hands, my knuckles aching as I squeeze tightly in an attempt to stop myself from reaching out and grabbing her.
“I’m not changing my mind.” She pops the button on her jeans, lowers the zipper, and sweat breaks out all over my skin.
“Hadley.”
“If you think I’m letting you out of your promise, Quade Bennett Sanderson, you’re dead wrong.”
Her jeans get shoved down to reveal a skimpy pair of panties and I’m pretty sure I swallow my tongue, either that or my throat closed completely because I can’t seem to breathe.
“I said it before and I’ll say it again. Control is overrated.” She takes a step closer, places her hand on my chest. “Let go, Quade.”
It’s like she has a direct line to my brain and knows where the switch is because my name isn’t fully out of her mouth before I’m on her. My lips smashing down to swallow any more words.
The only words I want to hear from now on are yes and more. I’ll take moans and whimpers, and definitely a few pleases, but I want to give her pleasure so intense she can’t speak, can’t breathe, can’t think of anything but me.
I’ll be the only thing she thinks of, the only thing she knows.
A growl rumbles in my chest when her hands slide under my t-shirt and push it up. Removing one hand from her body is a chore, but I do it and reach back to grab my shirt in my fist. Breaking our kiss only long enough to whip it over my head I’m back, devouring her mouth in seconds.
She’s lush and warm and soft and my brain and body feel the same while every inch of me burns like a wildfire surging through a dry forest.
We’re greedy, our hands moving fast with angry tugs and yanks as we get rid of the rest of our clothes.
I think it’s me, but I’m not sure, one minute we’re standing, groping and breathing hard, the next Hadley’s ass is on the vanity counter and my naked cock is probing between her legs.
It’s a simple flex of my hips and I’m balls deep in a heat so hot I’m sure it will melt my dick off.
The gasp that leaves her mingles with the groan caught in my throat as our kiss turns even more desperate.
My hips are thrusting, hers are rocking, and I can’t say if it’s seconds, minutes, or hours later when her silken heat clamps down on my cock so hard I see stars.
In that moment everything is sucked out of me.
My breath.
My mind.
My come.
My heart.
I’ve done the impossible.
Or she has.
I thought my heart was impenetrable but Hadley Calla Knowles has just walked into my life and stolen it right out of my chest.