What is happening right now?
I clench my thighs together, and my clit throbs in time with my heartbeat.
His tongue swipes over his thick lower lip, and my traitorous eyes zero in on the motion as my heart threatens to give out.
“I’ll give you a little hint about the bedrooms.”
“Okay,” I choke out.
Kade dips closer, his cheek grazing mine. His beard scrapes my skin, and I swear to God my knees nearly buckle.
“But it’s personal,” he whispers. “Can you keep a secret, Georgia?”
Oh God. I can do anything you want. Just keep touching me.
“Yes,” I breathe.
His breath fans down my throat, and I swear it leaves a trail of goosebumps in its wake.
“I have dreams,” he murmurs, like it really is a secret, just for me. I soak up every word, an addict getting their fix. “Dreams I forgot for a long damn time. But lately, they’ve been coming back. Invading my head like a fucking plague I can’t shake loose.”
Oxygen ceases to exist.
“Dreams of having a big house filled with kids and laughter, messes and sticky fingers. Loud mornings with my family and quiet nights with my wife.”
His voice cracks, and I feel that fracture in my soul.
“Quiet nights where I bury her face in the pillows and fuck her raw, long and hard, again and again, until she’s sated, exhausted, and cum drunk, filled to the brim with me.” His lip touches my ear, and I swear to fuck, the man might as well be fucking me just like his dream with how my body reacts. “And then do you know what I do?”
I shake my head, and swallow, but my mouth is dry, and I can barely breathe.
Kade tucks that strand back again, but leaves his hand braced on my jaw, tilting it up an inch. He inhales deeply and groans a quiet, desperate sound I feel all over.
“When I’m done, darlin’, I start all over. Because in my dreams, my woman is just as fuckin’ needy and desperate as I am.”
My eyes snap open, and I whimper.
Holy shit,I fucking whimper, the sound desperate and raw.
He chuckles, leaning impossibly closer. We’re touching nowhere else, just that tiny connection against the side of my face, his lips on my ear, hand on my jaw, beard burning through my brain cells, but it feels like he’severywhere.
“Because those rooms? They’re meant for my kids. And I’ll make damn sure every single one of them is filled someday.”
And then…he’s gone.
Chapter Eighteen
Grief Is a Hell of an Aphrodisiac
Isway forward, grabbing the doorframe at the last second to keep from stumbling.
While I’m still trying to steady my breath, Kade steps back and moves into the dim hallway. His body is rigid, cheeks flushed, and eyes suspiciously glossy.
If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he’s just as turned on as I am. But that can't be right. He just said all that to fuck with me. To make me feel stupid for prying.
He smiles and shoots me a wink, pointing to the hall behind him.
“You wanna see the whole house before my mom comes hunting for you, you better hurry up, Ms. Walker.” His eyes slide down my body slowly before coming back up to my lips, where they stay. “Wouldn’t want her to interrupt anything, would you?”
