THIRTEEN
Cade’s assis a fucking work of art, and I can barely keep my eyes off it as I follow him towards the warehouse door. But I force myself to tear my gaze away just long enough to give Kurt a nod, letting him know I’m leaving. And I try to ignore the look he gives me in return. The tight-lipped, jaw-clenched look that’s clearly a silent warning for bringing Cade here.
I know what he’s thinking. That Cade is a buttoned-up, polished, well-respected professor who doesn’t belong in a place like this. That a guy like him could destroy everything with a single sentence to the wrong person.
He’s not wrong.
Cadecouldruin everything.
But I know he won’t.
I know the damage in him runs deeper than his polished surface lets on, and the need that lurks beneath it is louder than any urge to tear this down. He doesn’t want to ruin it. He wants tofeelit… and let it devour him.
And I can feel it in him now as I follow him out of the warehouse. He cracked open tonight, just like I knew he would. I saw the light dancing in his eyes as cars went for three hundred grand. He didn’t flinch when fists flew, and he barely blinkedwhen guns came out. The cool professor became something else entirely, driven by an untamed curiosity that crackled beneath the surface, as the wild part of him was shaken loose, and remembered how to breathe.
Tonight, he’s not just coasting through life.
He’sinthis.
When we step outside, he heads right for my bike, not even looking back at me. So I let him lead and watch the way he moves with quiet purpose.
By the time we’re on my bike and the engine is rumbling beneath us, I’m damn near fucking hard just from the feeling of his thighs against mine, and his arms around my waist. His chest presses against my back, and I almost groan from how fucking good he feels. My cock is starting to throb in my jeans, and I’m not sure I’m going to make it through a two-hour ride back to Fredericton before I can rip into him.
I gun it down the dirt road, gravel spitting behind us, barely caring if I spin out as long as I can cut the time in half. Trees blur past in shadowy streaks as we hit the road, and when Donnie gives a lazy wave from his post, I blow past him without slowing down.
But I can’t wait any longer.
A narrow turnoff appears around the next bend, barely more than a break in the tree line, and I slow just enough to take it. The tires spit dust as we roll down a rough dirt path until a small clearing opens ahead, framed by brush and trees. The moonlight filters through the leaves, casting scattered patches of silver across the ground and the low-hanging branches overhead. It’s quiet and secluded, with not a soul around. Not that it would matter. Because I need him, and I need himnow.
I kill the engine and tap his leg, and he slips off the bike without a word. He pulls off his helmet to let it hang at his sideand just watches me without a single question. That wild energy is now visible in his gaze, and he’s fully unmasked.
And my budding love for him only grows.
I take his helmet and hang both of ours on the handlebars, then turn to face him.
“Please tell me,” I murmur as I step closer to him, “your ass is ready for a fucking pounding.”
The moonlight cuts across his face, highlighting the angles of his cheekbones and the subtle curve of his lips as they tilt into a smirk.
“And if it isn’t?” His gaze slowly rakes over me. “Is yours?”
I pull in a deep breath and exhale through clenched teeth, gripping my now hard cock through my jeans. “Don’t fuck with me, baby…”
He just stands before me, so calm it’salmostinfuriating… but somehow makes him even hotter.
Then he just nods. “It is.”
Fucking right.
I step forward and pull him into me, crashing my mouth against his. I’ve been craving this since I kissed him earlier and felt him ignite under my touch. And now I’m feeling it all over again, as this new version of Dr. Cormier unravels, ready to fucking burn.
His hands slide under my shirt, his fingers gently skating over my skin before he digs in hard. It’s like he’s trying to pull me impossibly close, and his need alone might fuse us together. And I’m more than ready to give him whatever he wants.
I grip his shoulders and turn him around, pushing him forward over my bike so he has to brace himself against the seat. Leaning over him, I reach for his belt as my mouth finds the warm, soft skin of his neck.
“You want me to destroy you, Doc?” I murmur against his throat, dragging my teeth along the curve of it as my hand slips into the front of his jeans.
He inhales sharply as his head tilts to give me more, and I sink my teeth into the spot just below his jaw while I push his jeans down and palm the curve of his ass.
