Page 115 of Fly Back to Me
He grins as he straightens in the chair. I flip the blanket from me, rising to my feet before strolling along the grass. My hands meet the hem of my sweatshirt, stripping it off my chest as I inch closer to the dusky lake.
I peek over my shoulder, but the tips of the flames distort the scene. When I spin forward, I toss my crewneck before hooking my fingers in the waistline of my leggings. The night breeze slaps my skin, but Cade’s presence alone is enough to balance the bite.
My hands wrench my socks and leggings off, flinging the garments mindlessly before I tousle my long locks. I pad along the thick grass until my feet flex over the slick pebbles, and the odor of the fresh water mixes with the soil. “Cade, get your as—”
I yelp when my body sweeps off the ground, his hard chest glued to my back with one arm caging my stomach. Splashes of frigid water erupt around our legs as Cade jogs us in, icy droplets pelting our flesh.
He plants me on my feet, the coarse sand squishing between my toes before he hoists me up. My trembling arms and legs hug his torso, my sharpened nipples scratching his naked chest through the red lace of my bra.
“You’re madness, you know that?” he rasps through quivering lips.
“At least I’m not ordinary,” I shake out.
“Fuck, this is cold.” He travels us deeper into the water, submerging us until I’m waist deep.
Our lips shudder against one another as the chilly water smacks our skin. Then he flicks his head before a tattooed hand scrubs through his hair.
My hands slide up from the back of his neck, tugging on his short waves. “Take me under and bring us back to life,” I whisper. “Beneath the stars I wished upon for you.”
He smirks deviously, his pearly whites shining against the dark before he dips himself below the surface. The water whirls as he swivels around me, and I cry out as two strong hands clutch my waist.
The pressure of the water caves around my ears, the cold shock of the temperature floating us right to the surface.
“Holy shit!”
“Holy fuck!”
We’re shouting expletives through laughter, his hand tugging mine to surf me to where I can stand up. Water slaps against us, specks of the lake sparking high as we find our footing and sprint to the grass.
Our groans and laughs filter all the way to the fire pit. The hot air caresses my skin, massaging the chills out before Cade’s throwing the plaid blanket over my shoulders.
I cross my arms, snuggling into the wool as he tightens the swaddle. I’m practically a human-sized burrito when his body wraps around me, his steel arms and chest barricading anypossible draft.
The tip of my nose presses against his slippery torso, and his palms rub my back in circles as he burrows his lips into my wet hair.
“I was always going to fly back to you, Olivia,” he whispers. “Maybe my mind wasn’t sure about that, but dammit, my heart fucking was. It wouldn’t have had it any other way.”
My heart scurries to break free from my chest, starved to finally unite with his. Two hearts that were connected before any other part of us.
I swallow thickly, angling my chin up as he combs his fingers through his wet hair. “Make love to me, Cade,” I breathe. His hand slows its journey, the flames of the fire bouncing off his gaze. “But ruin me while you do it.”
Chapter 42
Olivia
The twilight of the living room encases us when he lays me flat on the carpet. My arms push outward to fan the blanket under my body, only for him to stand above me.
Hunger seizes his irises, his sodden hair tangled madly atop his head. I bend my knees, opening my legs while my fingers vaguely comb through my damp locks. My panties pool with liquid heat, nipples cutting through the wet lace of my bra as my chest pumps through worn breaths.
He drags his black boxer briefs down, the brick accent wall around the wood burning stove peeking behind him. I lick my lips, my hands now fondling my inner thighs as I whisper, “How do you want me?”
His feet step out of his underwear while he fists his steel cock. “Show me those gorgeous tits,” he rasps, “and play with them.”
My eyelids hood when I creep my hands behind me,unclasping the garment to reveal my breasts to his starving eyes. I swallow thickly, my eyes sinking to his chiseled chest and glistening abs.
The shiny ripples of his stomach kick my palms to my tits. I roll my aching nipples between my fingers, each tweak filling the sweet puddle in my panties, and he drops to his knees.
His eyes gloss with lust as they land on me, rough fingers hooking into my panty waistline. Then his corded forearms work over me, skimming the material down my body.
