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Instead, I just watch as he rolls up his sleeve before his hand dives under the water to cup my pussy, moving my hand away. The moment he touches me is as if fireworks explode through my body. He keeps his eyes locked on mine as he rubs his thumb over my clit.

That first touch nearly has me coming out of my skin, and I suck in a breath, trying not to embarrass myself by screaming his name. My hands latch onto his wrist, and I’m not sure if I want to pull him away or push him further into me.

I feel as if I am tethered to him, like string attached to life-saving driftwood. I can’t pull my gaze away as heslips a finger inside me. It stretches me, and it is a little odd, but I like how it feels as Cade moves his finger, pressing it in and out of me as he massages my clit.

My hand flattens against the tile behind me as I try to steady myself. There are too many sensations, too much of everything, yet I want more.

Another finger slides inside me, and this time I feel a burn as it stretches me further. I tense my hips, not sure if I want him to stop or continue until he starts to thrust his fingers. That bite of pain morphs into something else, something far more pleasurable.

I part my thighs wider, feeling full but not full enough as his digits go deep inside me. “Cade.” I whimper his name, my thoughts so scattered and jumbled that I don’t think I’m capable of anything else.

Drifting closer, his head is under the water now, his hair dripping into his eyes as his mouth moves closer to mine.

Kiss me.

I will him to do it. I want him to, but he doesn’t close that gap between us, and I forget about everything other than the pulsating in my pussy as my orgasm rolls through me.

Wave after wave of pleasure goes through me, my walls squeezing his fingers, still buried inside me. I scrunch my face so hard it gives me a headache, but all I can focus on is the jerking of my body as I ride it out.

As it starts to subside, I open my eyes, looking right into Cade’s. Slowly, he pulls his fingers out of me and grabs my chin. I blink against the stream of water cascading down my face, but I don’t dare look away.

Kiss me.

He doesn’t, and for a moment, I swear I see regret in his eyes warring with his desire. “How can I want you as much as I do when you are bound to another?”

I’m not sure if this question is aimed at me or himself, but I can’t answer it anyway. I feel the same.

He releases his hold on me and steps out of the shower. Clothes dripping, he grabs the towel from the shelf and gives me a final look before leaving me alone in the bathroom.

I stare at that closed door, willing him to come back, but he doesn’t. The hollow feeling inside my gut makes me want to vomit.

Turning the water off, I get out of the shower and wrap myself in a towel. I have no idea what just happened, and I’m not sure if it made things better or worse between us, but all I know is I want him to do it again. Cade’s hands on me are like nothing I’ve ever experienced.

Feeling numb and empty, I pull the clothes Cade left for me on and wrap a towel around my hair. I hesitate before opening the door, and then I get angry at myself. He’s the one who barged into the bathroom and decided to get me off. I was doing perfectly fine before he came in.

My head lifted high, I go back into the room. Expecting there to be an atmosphere, I’m almost surprised to see nothing out of the ordinary. Jackson is still sitting on the bed, but Cade is standing in front of the window, glancing out through the blinds.

He doesn’t turn to look at me as I climb onto mybed. I wonder what he’s thinking. I wonder if Jackson knows Cade had his fingers in my pussy.

The door opens and Sawyer enters with Wyatt. The smell of food hits me instantly, and my stomach grumbles loudly. “Wasn’t sure what you wanted,” Sawyer says, “so we got a bit of everything.”

Ignoring Cade, I focus on his brother, smiling at him. “Anything is fine.”

The food is laid out on the dresser top, and I pick a few things before sitting back on the bed. I’m careful to avoid Cade, uncertain where we are or what it means — if it means anything.

The guys talk about different witches they know that could help remove my mating bond, but I tune them out, trying not to focus on the way my heart is beating a little stronger and a little faster with Cade in the room.

I clean up the mess we made, and then I climb under the covers, settling amongst the pillows. I don’t want to sleep yet, but that choice is taken from me as my eyes slide shut of their own volition.

The last thought I have before I go to sleep is Cade’s fingers buried deep inside me.

Chapter 16

Halle

Iwake to the jerking movement of the truck. I sit up a little straighter and realize I’m in the back, sandwiched between Cade and Sawyer. The seat belt pulled around me is the only thing stopping me from sliding forward.

How the hell did I get in the back of the truck without knowing?

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