Page 98 of Fly Back to Me
“Holy fuck. Holy shit,” Cade gasps, hot spurts of his cum shooting inside me.
His wet hair slaps against my chest, the weight of his head resting between my breasts as he shudders above me.
Yes.
Yes.
Yes.
He’s so fucking beautiful.
My hand slides to the back of his head, fingers lacing through his soaked hair as he quivers in my embrace. The same way I trembled in his once upon a time.
Only now, we get the chance toenjoythis turn of events.
Revel in every drop of it.
This is what was waiting for us on the other side of that night.
Love.
Every jerk of his body draws out my own orgasm, the sporadic pellets of rain landing on our heated skin as we catch our breaths. And when he raises his head, his fingers brush a few wet strands off my sticky temple.
“Someone should have warned me that the man who saved me fucks like a savage,” I whisper.
His lips tip up in the corner, forehead melting to mine as he says, “Jack-of-all trades, baby.”
I softly chuckle before he seals his lips to mine. The rain gradually dissipates, and our mouths languidly dance as the air shifts from primal to tender.
Sunlight breaks through the clouds, and I know without a shadow of a doubt that our lovemaking is the beginning of a new chapter in our whirlwind story.
Chapter 36
Olivia
My eyes pinch as rays of light poke my lids. The teakwood scent of Cade’s cotton sheets jumpstarts my senses, and I lazily smile as I turn to my right. I burrow farther into the pillow, cranking one eye open, but the vacant side of the bed thwarts my excitement.
My brows cave in, reality slowly emerging. I whisk my long bangs out of my face, my shoulder hiking up as I absently lay my thumb on my bottom lip.
Where did he go?
Nerves kick my bare feet into motion, and I shuffle them against each other under the weight of the comforter. The events of yesterday race through my mind, so much unpacked in so little time.
After Cade and I sought shelter, we showered and snuggled on the couch by the wood burning stove. Not a bunch was said, but instead, we allowed our mental and physical exhaustion totake over.
I guess that’s why we were in bed by eight o’clock and I’m up at the crack of dawn right now. At least that’s what it feels like for someone who is most definitely not a morning person.
As my naked ankles slide over each other, my body aborts all movement. My stomach knots, an unsettling pressure planting inside me as I sit up. The duvet and sheets scroll off my upper body, and my chin dips to the Chrome Pipes Brewing t-shirt Cade lent me.
I fidget my legs under the bedding, tugging them out of their constraint to confirm thatit’snot there.
My throat rolls as I direct my attention to the ivory wall across from the bed. Then I’m concocting every scenario in which my anklet could’ve been dug deep into the ground by now.
Fuck, did I lose it for good? Shit.
I discharge a long breath as I grab my phone from the nightstand. But as soon as I reach a hand over, my eyes lock with the stainless-steel wings linked around my bobble chain.
A smirk draws on my face as I cradle the jewelry in my fingers, turning it to see the engraving. And without hesitation, I’m hiking my foot on the bed to clasp the anklet around me.
