Chapter 24
KADE
The entire ride back to my place, I’ve tried to rein in my arousal, but with one hand on Chloe’s thigh as she’s kissed, nipped, and licked at my neck and earlobe, I’m harder than a rock.
I’ve barely pulled the truck to a stop before I’ve put it in park, killed the engine and thrown my door open.
We’re bathed in nothing but moonlight when Chloe chuckles, her amusement at my desperation clearer than the night sky above us.
She slides across the bench, taking the hand I offer, before jumping from the cab. I try to calm my body, to remember how I found her earlier, and that she needs this to be slow and intimate, not fast and rushed. Hell, she deserves for me to take care of her.
We don’t say a word as we head for the front door; the only sounds around us are the crickets in the fields surrounding my property and the gentle rustling of the long grass in the summer breeze.
I have my own place on our property, but furthest from the main house.
Not that it’s hard to do, given the miles and miles of land we own.
Chloe runs her hands over my back as I unlock the door, before reaching around me and unbuckling my belt.
“Woah, there, buttercup.” I remove her hands and turn to face her. She’s pouting at me again, and it takes every ounce of self-control not to suck her bottom lip into my mouth.
“Don’t make me beg, Kade.”
I cup her cheek with one hand, bending to brush my lips against hers. “Never, Chlo. Never.”
“Then take me inside and fill me in the way only you know how.”
Fuck. I want to do that every day for the rest of my life. I’m caught off guard by the thought; hell, it should scare me, but all it does is heighten my arousal. The more time I spend with Chloe, the more I want to claim her as mine. God, I hope she stays, even if only for a little while longer.
Bending, I pick her up, forcing her to wrap her legs around me before capturing her mouth in a tender kiss. For tonight at least, I can pretend like I’m the one she comes to with her problems and trusts to take care of them. I can pretend this is more than it is, something permanent and real.
The kiss is slow and teasing, giving me time to finish opening the door before I kick it shut. The click of the latch falling into place echoes behind us. Chloe’s fingers dive into my hair as she presses her body against mine in her search for more. She fits against me so perfectly.
I stand in the hallway, my keys falling to the floor as I reposition her in my arms, devouring her like she’s my last meal and I’m a man on death row.
How I’m going to survive without her is beyond me and doesn’t bear thinking about.
Because we both know our time together might very well end in four short days.
Breaking the kiss, I rest my forehead against hers, gasping for air. Our breathing tangles in the quiet, filling the room and mingling with the gentle ticking of the clock above the fireplace. “Just remember, you’re in charge. Always.”
Chloe cups my cheek, forcing me to hold her stare. “I know. I can say stop or slow it down with no pressure.”
I jerk my head in a nod before forcing my feet into action as I head for the bedroom. As hot as I think it would be to take her against a wall or lying on a couch, I’m not some horny teenager who can’t make it to the bedroom before he claims his woman.
His woman.
The words bounce around in my chest, filling it with warmth and desire. For now, I can pretend that she is. What we’ll be when she’s gone is anybody’s guess, and we do need to talk about it. Just not right now.
Chloe dusts kisses along my jaw, her tongue darting out occasionally to flick over my stubble.
I can feel the heat of her pussy through the fabric of her panties, and it’s that sensation that makes me throw open my bedroom door with a little too much force.
The wood bangs against the wall before coming back toward us.
I slap my palm against it, and Chloe giggles, pulling away a fraction before looking between me and the door. “You need me that bad, huh, handsome?”
If only she knew.
To keep the words from spilling out, I cross the room and throw her onto the center of the bed with a growl. She bounces on the mattress, laughter flowing freely from her lips as if I’ve managed to somehow wipe away any trace of her awful night.
When she settles, Chloe looks up at me, a teasing glint in her eyes as she claps excitedly. “Oooh, do I get a show?”
A fraction of the tension taking up residence in my body eases, and I bite back my grin. “Is that what you want?” I rest my hand on the fastening of my jeans and wait for her to answer.
Her eyes light up, and she moves to sit on her knees. “God, yes. Strip for me, Kade,” she purrs.
The way she says my name is like it was made for her. Like she owns it. Owns me.
I’ve never stripped for anyone before, and yet I find myself finishing the job she started at the door and slowly sliding my belt through the loops of my jeans. The air crackles between us, every second that passes winding me tighter until I feel like I might combust.
“Take your dress off,” I command as I drop the belt to the floor. It lands with a soft thud on the rug.
Chloe’s eyes remain fixed on me as she pulls the hidden zipper under her arm down.
She gathers up the fabric of her skirt, pulling it up her body and over her head.
When she’s left only in a bra and G-string, she leans back on the mattress, her attention solely focused on me.
“You were the one who was supposed to be giving me a show,” she whispers, a breathlessness to her voice.
The corner of my mouth kicks up, and the only response I deem fitting is to grab the back of my T-shirt and pull it over my head.
“That’s more like it, handsome. Now take the rest off.”
With a teasing note injected into my tone, I reply, “Has anyone ever told you that you’re bossy?”
“All the time, so get to stripping,” she demands.
I smirk, unfastening my jeans before pushing them down my thighs and kicking them off.
When I’m left only in my boxer briefs, I climb onto the bed and up her body, both of us falling serious as the weight of what comes next fills the room.
It’s crazy to think that this is only the second time we’ve had sex, and yet it feels like I’ve known every inch of her body for a lifetime.
Chloe shifts so that she’s lying down, her hair spread out around her as I hover above. I settle between her legs, my hard cock pressing into the softness of her pussy. I’ve never wished to be naked more in my entire life.
Rolling her hips against me, Chloe arches her back, pressing her chest into mine.
I drop my head, kissing across the expanse of her chest before pulling down a bra cup and swirling my tongue around the hard nub of her nipple.
When she applies more pressure to my cock, I groan, the sensation almost too much to bear.
I fist the scrap of underwear at her hips, hoping the tension will force her to slow down, but it seems to have the opposite effect and only makes her cry out as her hips buck against me. Fuck, I’m going to come in my boxers, and then the night will be over before it’s even begun.
Releasing my hold on her, I slide a hand under Chloe’s body and pull her against me. Her eyes dart open, bouncing around my face as she blinks up at me.
“Hold on,” I growl.
She wraps her body around me as I sit up on my knees and position myself so that I’m resting with my back against the headboard and she’s straddling my lap. Chloe captures my mouth, her hands roaming around my body, and my fingers squeeze the flesh of her ass.
“Condom?” she breathes against my mouth, her voice tight with her need.
Fuck.
“I don’t have any.” I rack my brain for a solution, while kicking myself for coming here and not going to her cabin. “I can go to the store. It won’t take me more than twenty minutes there and twenty back.”
I place my hands on her hips, ready to move her, but she halts my progress when she runs her fingers through my hair. “When did you last get tested?”
My brows pull low, curiosity forming a groove between them. “A few months ago, but there hasn’t been anyone since.”
Chloe nods, a spark of something I can’t quite name in her gaze before she blinks and it’s gone. “I got tested after my ex and I ended things. There hasn’t been anyone but you since.”
“I’m gonna need you to spell it out for me, Chlo. Be real clear.”
I watch the column of her throat work as she swallows, and I feel her breath on my face when she blows it out, the hint of whiskey and her sweetness wrapping around me again.
“What I’m saying is, if you’re okay with not using one, I am too.
” When I don’t immediately respond, my brain misfiring, because she can’t be serious right now, she rushes to add, “Only if you want to. I get that we’re strangers and you might not feel comfortable, but I’m on the pill for my periods, and I have an IUD.
You can never be too careful.” Her words trail off as she stares at me with uncertainty filling her features. “Forget I sa—”
I cut her off with my mouth, covering hers as my tongue demands entry.
She doesn’t move for a second, simply allowing me to plunder her mouth, but then the urgency rushing through me floods her and she reaches behind her back, undoing her bra.
Somehow she manages to slide it off and throw it to the side of the bed without looking.
I’m barely aware of the sound it makes when it hits the floor.
Flipping us, I hover above her, tasting her as our tongues battle for control.
One hand massages the full globe of her breast as I use the other to hook her leg over my hip.
We move against each other in perfect rhythm until neither of us can take any more, and we remove the last of the barriers between us.
I pause, trying to hold on to some semblance of control. The thought of feeling her wrapped around me with nothing between us is enough to make my cock jerk, but I need to know she really is okay with this. “Are you sure? Because we can stop, there are other ways we can end the night.”
Chloe slides a hand between us, wrapping it around my cock as she strokes me. She squeezes and I close my eyes as I grind my molars. “I’m sure, but if you want to stop, we can.”
I stare down at her, my nostrils flaring as she continues to draw out her torment. “Fuck, I don’t want to stop,” I breathe.
Slowly, she lines me up with her entrance, the slick heat of her pussy covering the tip of my cock and calling to me. “Then don’t,” she whispers, arching her back and pushing her chest into mine.
In one smooth movement, I push forward, her walls stretching around me. I grunt, the sound filling the room as I hold still. This is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. I feel her. Every fucking inch of her is surrounding me like a second skin. It’s heaven but at the same time incredibly torturous.
When I no longer feel like I might explode, I pull out a couple of inches before thrusting forward. She’s so tight that it feels like my cock is being strangled. Wetness covers my shaft, and I lean back, staring down at the space between us, watching as I pull out again and then slam forward.
Chloe’s nails scrape at my chest, arms and back—anywhere she can reach. Her cries fall from her parted lips and bounce around the walls. I’ll never get tired of the sounds she makes. It’s like music to my ears, heightening my arousal and calling me to the precipice of my orgasm.
Too soon, my balls draw up, and the familiar tingling in the base of my spine signals the start of my orgasm.
I press a finger against the hard nub of Chloe’s clit, rubbing in a circular motion as I urge her to come.
Her walls spasm around me, softly at first, before her body convulses, and she cries out.
Something primal inside me makes me pull out. I stroke my cock and aim for her stomach as cum shoots from the tip. A growl rumbles in my chest, guttural and raw, as I stare down at Chloe, covered in my cum, lying in my bed with a hazy post-orgasm glow on her face.
When I collapse onto the bed beside her, I turn and watch as she runs a finger through the mess I made. White cum covers her finger before she brings it to her mouth and sucks it clean.
“That might just be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” I groan.
“I wanted to know what you taste like, since you didn’t let me try the other day.”
I huff out a laugh, already half addicted to the way she looks in my bed. Hell, I’m way past addicted to her. “We’ve got plenty of time for that, buttercup.”
She doesn’t answer me, and I turn my head to look at her.
There’s an emotion I can’t quite name but looks a lot like longing filling her features.
We both know the reality of our situation because our time is limited.
I’m not going to ruin this moment and bring up what happens when her time here is up, especially after the night she’s had.