Chapter 30
CHLOE
I’m sitting on the porch, a blanket over my knee, as I watch the storm that rolled in a few hours ago. After getting some pictures of the lightning hitting the lake behind the cabin, I moved to the front porch, where a loveseat and a throw blanket were waiting for me.
The gentle rumble of an approaching vehicle is like a soundtrack beneath the sound of rain hitting the ground. Headlights cut through the darkness as the truck takes the bend before coming to a stop in front of my cabin.
I turned off the porch light earlier so I could watch the strobes of lightning as they cracked across the dark sky.
I wanted to immerse myself in the storm, but it does mean I’m now hidden in the shadows.
I’m not expecting anyone. Kade said he’d be working late and, given the storm, that he might not be able to make it out to me.
Footsteps approach, squelching quickly through the mud, and I stand, moving to the pillar as I watch a figure I know all too well approach.
“Kade?” I call over the torrential downpour, my voice getting lost in the noise as the rain drums down on the roof.
He stops, looking up at me as he gets drenched with rain. Without thinking, I step out from under the cover and onto the first step. Rain soaks through my clothes in seconds, plastering the fabric and my hair to my skin.
“What are you doing here? I didn’t think you were coming.”
Removing his baseball cap, he squeezes it in his hands as he slowly walks toward me. Raindrops run down his face, but he doesn’t seem to care. His white T-shirt is soaked through, molding to the hard planes of his stomach.
“I… I came to talk to you, to tell you…” He pushes his hair back from his face, coming to stop at the bottom of the steps. With us positioned like this, we’re eye level. “I’ve been trying to figure out how to not scare you off, but I don’t want you to leave, Chlo. I’m not ready to let you go.”
His words are still hanging in the air when I throw myself into his arms. He stumbles back, wrapping one arm around my waist as he reaches out to grip the banister.
Thunder cracks through the air when I kiss him. He tastes of rain: both clean and a little wild. All the emotions I can’t quite get under control channel through me from my soul to his. I wrap my legs around him, tightening my arms around his neck as he carries me up the steps.
I expect him to carry me into the cabin, but he heads for the loveseat. When he takes a seat, I straddle him, our mouths still connected, tasting and exploring each other like it’s the first time.
We don’t speak; the sound of the rain and cracks of thunder mingle in the air with our heavy breaths.
Our hands explore each other, pulling clothes off as we throw them in a wet pile on the floor.
When we’re left only in our underwear, Kade lifts the blanket I was using earlier, wrapping it around us.
Cupping his face, I wait for his focus to shift back to me. There’s something swirling with the heat in his gaze, but I can’t pinpoint what it is. All I know is that if I was struck down right now by the lightning flashing through the sky, I’d die happy.
I think I’m falling in love with Kade Wilde.
The thought rocks me to my core, and I inhale a shaky breath. “Kade?”
He rests a warm palm over my heart, and I wonder if he can feel its erratic thumping. Any time I’m near him, it’s like this, as if I can’t quite keep it under control as it tries to beat its way out to him.
I can’t say the thing I want to, and my brain isn’t engaged enough to tell him about my conversation with Maddie, so instead, I speak from the heart and whisper, “I don’t want to leave.”
There’s a spark of what looks like hope in his eyes before he captures my mouth with his. The kiss is so tender, I could cry. When he goes to pull away, I hold him close, losing myself in the taste of him.
The sounds of a Montana night fade away, leaving us in a quiet bubble of breathlessness. Kade runs kisses along my jaw as I roll my hips into him.
I need him.
More than I can possibly put into words.
He must sense it, because he shakes his head the barest amount. His hands smoothing up my back and holding me close as he unclips my bra. I rest my forehead against his, the blanket securely around us as he pulls the bra free.
His warm touch is on every inch of my skin, and yet it still isn’t enough. Running my fingers through his damp hair, I lean back a fraction, just enough to see his face in the moonlight. My nipples pebble as the cold air weaves its way into the space between us.
Something feels different tonight. Like nothing matters but this moment and the way he’s looking at me, like I own him as much as he owns me.
“Chlo.” My name is a whispered plea of need.
I touch my fingers to his lips, wondering if I can somehow capture the sound and hold it close for the rest of my life.
Kade pushes my hair over my shoulder, inhaling a breath that feels laden with so much contentment. His gaze is locked on mine, and three little words hover on the tip of my tongue. I don’t need to vocalize them, he already knows.
We move together, meeting in the middle, desperation urging us on as we kiss. Lightning flashes through the sky, quickly followed by a loud clap of thunder. It doesn’t deter us. I’m not sure anything could stop this now.
I break the kiss, reaching between us as my labored breaths mingle with Kade’s. Desperation is fueling me as I free his cock and wrap my hand around him. His breath catches in his throat at the contact.
He’s mine.
I refuse to lose him, not now that I’ve found him. And despite my history of failed relationships—both with my family and exes—I know that I can trust Kade. That even though our time together has been short, it’s the realest thing I’ve ever experienced.
Covering Kade’s mouth with mine, I stroke him, occasionally giving him gentle squeezes until his hand covers mine, and he pulls me away.
“Chlo, I need to be inside you when I come. There’s a condom in my jeans pocket.”
I shake my head. “I don’t want anything between us, Kade. Never again.”
His nostrils flare, his gaze bouncing around my face, searching for what, I don’t know. “You’re sure?”
“Yes. I’ve never been more sure about anything.”
He swallows, the light from the moon highlighting the bob of his Adam’s apple. “You’re in control.”
I nod, my tongue darting out to wet my lips as I lift up.
Moving my panties to the side, I wait for him to position the head of his cock at my entrance before I lower myself.
He slides into me, and my eyes flutter closed just as a flash of white-blue streaks the night sky and burns against the back of my eyelids.
His cock stretches me to the point of pain, but the pleasure follows quickly on its heels.
When I’m deliciously full of him, I roll my hips, testing the fit. It’s perfect, as always. Kade holds me close, his hot breath on my chest as we move as one. I tip my head back as my nails drag across his back.
I feel complete.
Nothing will ever compare to this moment.
It’s that thought that sends me diving into oblivion.
Kade drags his teeth over my skin as my walls contract around him.
I cry out, the sound raw and animalistic as I battle with the cocktail of pain and pleasure rushing through me.
It’s all too much. I’m impossibly close to the precipice of my release.
“I’m going to come, Chlo. Tell me where.”
In a haze and barely coherent, I breathe, “Inside.”
“Are you sure?” he grits out.
Yes. So fucking sure.
I fist his hair, angling his head as I hover my mouth above his. “Yes. Please,” I moan. “Come inside me, Kade.”
His fingers dig into my hips almost painfully as he loses control, bucking his hips in uncoordinated movements as I come on his cock. The edges of my vision blur as the storm makes its presence known, synchronized with my orgasm.
I collapse against Kade as the sound of the rain falling around us comes back into focus. His heart beats erratically against mine as he holds me close. We stay like this until our labored breaths even out, and the rain eases up.
Standing with me in his arms, Kade murmurs against my forehead, “Let’s go get cleaned up.”
As he carries me inside, I cling to him like it will keep us together for eternity. My cheek pressed against his shoulder as I memorize the rhythm.
He doesn’t want me to leave.