Page 51 of Wild Lies

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.”