Chapter 15 #2
“That”—Kade points to some buildings in the distance—“is my family’s ranch.
” The people working on the yard look like ants, but I recognize the big red building from the day I arrived in town.
“We own the land from the ranch all the way over to the edge of the lake there.” He points to the opposite side of the view, and the lake I recognize from the wedding.
“Your property shares the lake with Hartlands’ ranch?”
Kade nods, running his hands over my thighs before applying a slight pressure, signaling for me to open them. Of course, I do. I need him as much as he needs me, even if I do still feel the ghost of him there.
His attention is on the space between my legs when he asks, “Are you sore?”
I try to close them, but he holds them open, shifting his focus to my face with a cocktail of concern and sincerity in his gaze.
“You can be honest with me, Chlo. Always. I’ll never force you for more than you’re willing or able to give.”
Biting my bottom lip, I try to keep my frustration and annoyance at bay as I nod. I want to be able to have him, to feel him inside me as much as I can before I have to leave. But I also know my body needs to rest.
He knows it too.
It’s clear when he says, “If you’re okay with it, I’d like to taste you.”
“I’d like that,” I breathe, my body relaxing even as arousal floods my bloodstream.
Kade lifts my legs onto his shoulders, sliding his big hands under my ass as he moves me to the edge of the rock. He dips lower in the water until it’s lapping at the base of his throat, and he’s aligned with my pussy. “Are you comfortable?”
I twist my mouth, anticipation thrumming through me. “As comfortable as I can be.”
“If you want to stop, just say the word.”
“Kade,” I grumble, wriggling on the rock.
He grins up at me, his fingers digging into my flesh before he falls serious.
It feels like an eternity before he swipes his tongue along my slit. Everything around me disappearing, covering me in silence. I throw my head back, moaning up into the trees that arch above me.
Kade covers my pussy with his mouth, flicking his tongue over my clit before sucking on it. It sets off a spark of delight inside me, and I buck my hips, searching for more before he clamps his hands onto the top of my thighs, holding me in place.
I dive a hand into his hair, anchoring myself to him as I pull on the strands. God, it’s both too much and not enough. As if he can read my mind, he runs a finger through my slit, his tongue very much in place on my clit, before he slides the digit inside.
Even with his finger filling me, I feel a slight stab of pain from last night, and at my sharp inhale, Kade holds his finger still.
“You taste so good, buttercup. Like fucking sunshine and sugar,” he hisses, the breath of his words hitting my clit and sending a shiver down my spine.
“Kade,” I groan, lifting my hips as much as his hold will allow.
He doesn’t need to be asked twice, before he covers my pussy with his mouth again as he feeds on me.
Flicking and swirling his tongue, he brings me to orgasm quicker than I care to admit.
As I get slicker, he finally starts to move his thick finger, before sliding another in.
I can’t hold back, tumbling over the edge again and again until I’m a twitching mess.
I try my hardest to hold on to this moment. To him. But it slips from my fingers as quickly as it arrived, rocking my body as I convulse on his fingers. Black spots appear in my vision, blurring at the edges before I cry out with ecstasy, my nails scraping against the rock beneath me.
Kade pulls his fingers from me, licking them clean like he’s just finished eating a really good meal. His intense gaze holds mine, my chest rising and falling as I try to catch my breath. Neither of us utters a word as the world around us returns to focus.
Standing to his full height, Kade rests his hands on either side of me, looking out at the view. I run my hands over his shoulder and up into his hair, pulling his attention back to me. Dusting my lips over his, I shuffle closer to the edge of the rock.
It’s only when he leans away from me that I realize he wasn’t kissing me back. A groove grows between my brows as I blink up at him. Have I read this wrong?
“I need to ask you something.” He looks unsure.
I put the only logical two and two together that my post-orgasm brain can come up with and say, “You don’t need to ask me to return the favor, Kade. I will. I want to.”
“No.” He steps further back, releasing me as he somehow manages to pace in the waist-deep water.
“God, no, Chlo.” He looks at me and must see the worry from his rejection written all over my face because he returns to me, resting his hands on my thighs as if to reassure me.
“Fuck, I’m messing this up. I wanted to know if you’d go on a date with me?
I know you won’t be in town for long, but I’d like to take you out. ”
Oh. I wasn’t expecting that.
At my lack of response, Kade rushes, “You don’t have to. It was a stupid thing for me to suggest.”
There’s a fluttering in my chest that I can’t quite figure out. It’s not quite panic, but it’s damn near close, and yet, I still find myself blurting, “Yes. I’d love to go on a date with you.”
Kade kisses me as if to seal the deal and another type of warmth settles in my gut. This feels right for right now, but I can’t help but look to the future and how I’ll feel like I left a part of myself here with him when I go home.