It takes a beat for my brain to catch up to what’s happening, but not my body. My fingers dig into his shoulders to pull him closer.
Every nerve in my body is alight as his tongue demands entry. I grant it, getting my first taste of Kade in years.
Oh God. I haven’t felt anything this good in years. Since he left. The scruff on his jaw amps up my need as he tips my chin up to change the angle.
He slows his move. Savoring, as if he’s relearning what makes me sing. What I like. He tugs my bottom lip between his teeth before licking away the sting.
“Kade.” My voice drips with need.
He trails a path of kisses along my jaw to suck my earlobe into his mouth. I purr. Heat travels through my veins as I move my hands up and down his back.
Kade lifts me into his arms, setting me down on the barstool. I link my feet behind him to pull him closer. To feel every inch of him against me. The broad muscles of his chest. His strong hands as they squeeze my ass.
Every. Single. Inch. Of. Him.
“Do you know how much you drive me crazy?” Kade growls, nipping at my neck. “How much I wish I didn’t want you, Pres?”
I rock into him, feeling his hard dick against my center.
“I wish I didn’t want you either.”
It’s a lie. Perhaps the biggest lie I’ve ever told myself.
All I want is Kade Miller. I want him more than anything in the world.
He smiles against my neck. “Good.”
This time, when he moves back to my mouth, his touch is soft. He alternates between featherlight touches and nibbling on my bottom lip.
“You know just what I like.” I toss my head back as he sucks on my pulse. “So good, Bubs.”
It’s a bucket of ice water thrown over us. The moment passes and is over in the blink of an eye. Kade steps back, wiping his mouth as he stares down at me.
Shit. The old nickname slipped out. It felt like I was back in high school, the two of us making out in the back of his car. It was like nothing had changed—no years, no distance, no time apart.
“I have to go.”
He leaves in a flash.
Kade is gone.
Again.
Leaving me to clean up the pieces.
Chapter Ten
PRESLEY
“Hey, Pres. You want to do me a favor?” Betty calls out, flipping a large stack of hash browns on the grill.
“Sure. What’s up?”
“I’ve got a delivery order. Think you could manage it?”
“Sure. Where’s it going?”
She smiles at me. A knowing smile that has an unease settling in my gut. Why do I have a feeling I know where this is going?
