Page 16 of The Pucks We Freeze
I nodded. Just once.
And this time, when he kissed me, there was no denying it meant something. His hands moved to my waist, lifting me like I weighed nothing. My back hit the mattress as he settled between my legs, his mouth never breaking from mine.
There was no hiding now. No pretending.
Because whatever this was, it wasn’t over. It never really had been.
Not with the way he looked at me now, like I was the only thing keeping him grounded. Not with the tension pulsing off his body and the towel barely hanging on, doing little to hide just how much he wanted me.
I couldn’t tell if it was boldness or desperation that took over. Maybe it was a mix of both. Or perhaps it was the comfort of knowing we were still alone, caught in this fragile bubble of time that was never meant to last. One week. That was all we had.
But tonight, I wanted it all.
My hand moved between us, tentative at first, brushing lightly over the soft cotton at his waist. I felt him harden under my touch, the proof of everything we weren’t saying pressing hot and heavy against my palm.
Kade dropped his forehead to mine, breaking the kiss, his breath rough.
“Be careful,” he warned, his voice low and strained.
I pulled back just enough to look up at him, heart thudding in my chest. “Of what?”
His gaze darkened. “I want you so badly, Willow. I’m this close to breaking every rule I’ve set for myself. And if I do…there’s no going back.”
I reached up, letting my fingers trace the edge of his jaw. He leaned into my touch like he needed it. “Don’t stop.” My voice was quiet, but certain. “I’ll never stop wanting you, Kade.”
A low growl rumbled from his chest as he dropped to his knees in front of me. His hands found my waist, urgent now, tugging at the button of my jeans, then sliding them down with my panties in one quick motion. The chill of the air kissed my skin, and I instinctively pressed my thighs together, nerves catching up to want.
Kade’s hands smoothed up my legs slowly, reverently, until I relaxed beneath his touch. When I finally let myself open to him, he cursed under his breath.
“You’re so wet,” he rasped. “Even your thighs are coated in it.”
The heat of his breath grazed my skin just before his tongue followed. I gasped, my back arching as I fell onto my elbows, the ceiling blurring above me.
This was happening.
I welcomed him fully, gave him every part of me as he touched and tasted with purpose. Each pass of his tongue, every low sound from his throat, felt like it belonged only to me. He wasn’t just taking his time. He was staking his claim.
And when the first orgasm hit, it tore through me like lightning. I cried out his name, thighs trembling, heart racing.
He didn’t stop.
“I could stay here forever,” he murmured, his lips slick with the evidence of just how far I was unraveling for him.
My body was still pulsing, raw and sensitive, but the ache was already building again.
He slid one finger through my folds, then eased it inside me. A second followed, stretching me open. I whimpered, desperate for more.
“Kade, please—”
“Mmm,” he hummed, the sound vibrating between my legs. “I do love hearing you beg, baby.”
His fingers curled inside me, hitting that spot that had always felt just out of reach. I cried out again, hips lifting off the bed.
“Give me one more,” he urged, his voice thick.
“I… I don’t think I can,” I whispered, breathless and trembling.
“Yes, you can,” he growled. “Come on, Birdie. Give me what I want, and I’ll give you what we both need.”
