Chapter 6
Sadie
I consider that I have the perfect life.
I love my job, I get to travel, and I spend most of my time out in the wild with animals.
It means a lot of time alone and I have come to accept that that is how I like it.
Sure, it would be nice to have someone to come home to.
Someone to talk to. To share the highs and lows, to make plans for the future.
Maybe kids and a nice house. But it just didn't seem to be in the cards and so I celebrate the good things and don't worry about the things that I can't change.
But ever since I woke up in Kane's bed this morning, surrounded by the scent of him.
Seeing him in jeans and bare feet and a t-shirt.
Hair messed up from sleep, guard down and a sleepy look on his handsome face.
Since that moment when he stretched, showing a good amount of wash board stomach, I haven't been able to stop the thoughts.
The memories of planning a life with this man.
We were just teenagers, but I had crushed hard on Kane.
And as for the man I have found out here in the wilds.
I find myself wanting to be near him. Wondering what it would be like if he took me in those big, strong arms and kissed me. What would a life with Kane be like?
Is it possible for this damaged man to find the joy in life like when we ran through the streets as kids.
Is he still in there, the goofy boy I once loved?
Or is this new, sexy Kane Wilson too hard to let love in?
To want children and to plan a life with?
And if he is too far gone, could I have just one night with my childhood crush. One, hot, sexy night.
I'm all mixed up and feeling a bit on edge.
Every look, every touch. My hormones are going crazy for this man.
My heart is going wild while my brain tells me to be serious.
And top of it all, I can't stop looking at his big hands, long fingers, wishing I could feel his touch.
To get close to his rock hard body. To hear him whisper in my ear that everything will be alright.
Being in the hay loft was difficult enough. It's a small space, and warm, despite the hole in the roof. Surrounded by hay bales it feels, safe and cozy. But when Kane pulls me down to watch Scar Face arrive, my heart is racing. And it's not from fear.
Kane's body practically on top of mine. I can feel his hard chest against my back, his denim clad thigh next to mine.
The heat of his body. He smells of soap and a masculine, warmth smell.
Vanilla and something spicy. Fuck, he smells so good.
I hold my breath as we watch the leader of the motorbike gang bang on the door.
Kane's body is tense. My pulse is racing, I swear I can hear my heart beating loud enough to give us away.
And the awareness of Kane's hip against my ass cheek.
Malcolm gets on his bike and rides off but still we stay there. Breathing hard.
Moving closer to Kane he lets out a groan. His hand grips mine. "Sadie." His voice is low and husky. My name on his lips sounds like a plea.
His arm thrown over my back to keep me low. His hand on mine.
I turn to look at him. His eyes full of emotion and turmoil.
I whisper his name and he holds me tighter. Turning my body towards his, my hand on his chest. His hand holding it there in place. But still he looks like he is holding himself back. And that it is taking every bit of his strength to stay so still.
"Sadie...I want..."
"I want it too." I whisper. Our lips meet.
So soft at first. Like something forbidden.
Something precious. Something to be savoured.
But within seconds, like a dam breaking, we are clawing at each other.
His hand in my hair to keep me where he wants me.
His kiss so hungry. So passionate. Pressing my body against his.
Needing to be closer. Gasping for breath and not caring.
Just wanting him. The boy he had been. The man he is now.
A physical attraction. An emotional connection. I need him in every way.
He pulls away and I feel immediate loss of his kissing. I am so hot. Hot for him. There is a need driving me that cannot be ignored.
"Sadie. We can't. We shouldn't." His voice sounds pained.
In my job I often have to be patient. I pride myself on it. But all of that has disappeared with his kiss. I want him bad. Moving even closer. Moving up against him. Feeling his rock, hard erection through his jeans.
"I want this. I want you, Kane Wilson. Nothing else matters right now. Just this. Just us."