Page 30 of Beautifully Ruined
“I’m fine, better. But I should be asking you that, I?—”
“Then we’re both fine.”
God, why’s he being so nice to me when I acted like I was twelve? It doesn’t matter that maybe I had good reason, that maybe rushing off and demanding we find Jean might have come across as unreasonable—even though I’d do that again—but…
I take a shuddering breath. “I’m sorry, Cade?—”
“For what? Being human?” His words are soft, measured, genuine. “I get it, Vi. Being locked up like that with no idea about what’s going on or why must have been beyond hard on you.”
I shrug. “You were in the same position.”
“Maybe…” He half nods. “But it’s not the first time I’ve been in that kind of situation, having to rescue someone who means a lot to me.”
I look at him for a long moment, trying to work out if I should be jealous or not. The green devil is there, ready to draw blood, but I’m not strangled by it.
“Means a lot” could be romantic or platonic, and maybe that’s not how I need to look at it.
Someone who means a lot.
I let it sit.
This is Cade. And he’s someone decent. I don’t think he’d be with me, wanting me if there was someone else.
I’ve never seen a someone else.
Then again, the name of his kinky game is the same as mine, secretive.
But he’s going to have a history, so…
And yet, he’s with me.
I crack a smile. “Cancun?”
Cade chuckles. “Maybe…”
“Maybe?”
“Maybe.”
I narrow my eyes and stand.
He’s definitely playing me.
I move closer to him, trailing a hand down over his black T-shirt, to his jeans.
He’s hard.
And a jolt of satisfaction hits.
“You know. You’ve built this story up so much I have to know what happened.”
He shakes his head and laughs. “Not happening. Enzo will kill me if I tell you.”
“I’m willing to take those risks.” I climb on his lap.
“Are you now?” He grips my hips as I grind my naked pussy against his jeans.
And he groans.
