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“Lena!” Cade’s voice echoes through the chaos, but it’s too late. A massive tree branch crashes through the roof, sending debris and rainwater pouring into the cabin. I scream, ducking instinctively, and feel the cold splash of rain on my skin.
The next thing I know, Cade is there, bursting through the door like a force of nature himself. His eyes are wild, his shirt soaked through, clinging to his broad chest as he takes in the scene. “Are you hurt?” he demands, grabbing me by the shoulders and looking me over with a frantic intensity.
“I’m—I’m fine,” I stammer, still in shock. “The roof?—”
“Forget the roof,” he growls, sweeping me into his arms as if I weigh nothing. “We’re getting out of here.”
I don’t even have time to argue as he carries me outside, cradling me against his chest. The rain is coming down in sheets now, the wind howling through the trees like a banshee. I clutch at Cade’s shirt, feeling the hard muscles beneath, my heart pounding with more than just fear.
He strides through the storm with a determined set to his jaw, his body shielding me from the worst of the rain. I can barely see where we’re going, but I trust him completely, my mind still reeling from the sudden chaos.
Finally, we reach his cabin, and he kicks the door open, carrying me inside before slamming it shut against the storm. The warmth hits me immediately, a stark contrast to the cold, wet misery outside. Cade sets me down gently, but his hands linger on my arms, his eyes searching mine for any sign of injury.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asks, his voice rough with concern.
I nod, swallowing hard as I take in my surroundings. Cade’s cabin is nothing like mine. It’s warm, cozy, and exudes everything manly and rugged, like stepping into a sanctuary designed for a man who knows exactly what he wants. The walls are lined with rough-hewn wood, with a warm glow of the firecrackling in the stone hearth. The scent of cedar and pine fills the air, mixed with the faint aroma of leather and something distinctly him.
There’s a large, plush rug in front of the fireplace, and a worn but comfortable-looking leather couch that practically invites you to sink into it. On the walls, there are a few mounted pieces of driftwood and antlers, the kind of rustic decor that screams Pacific Northwest. Everything about this place is raw, masculine, and sexy as hell. It’s like stepping into the pages of a magazine, only better because it’s real, and Cade is standing right in front of me, looking at me like he’s barely holding himself back.
“You’re soaked,” he murmurs, his gaze dropping to where my wet clothes cling to my body, leaving little to the imagination. His jaw tightens, and I can see the struggle in his eyes, the way he’s fighting to keep his distance when all I want is for him to close it.
“I need to get you out of those clothes,” he says, and his voice is thick, low, almost a growl. There’s no mistaking the heat in his eyes now, the way they darken as they roam over my body.
My breath hitches, and I know this is the moment. There’s no going back after this. “Cade...” I whisper, not even sure what I’m asking, but knowing that I want him to take control, to make me forget about everything except him.
Without another word, he reaches for the hem of my shirt, his fingers brushing against my skin as he pulls it over my head. I shiver, but not from the cold. The intensity in his gaze is enough to set me on fire, and I can feel the heat of his body radiating toward me, drawing me in.
He strips my shirt off and then reaches for my jeans, his knuckles grazing my hips as he undoes the button and slides them down my legs. Every touch is electric, sending jolts of desire through me that leave me breathless and aching for more.When I’m standing there in nothing but my bra and panties, he steps back for just a moment, his eyes raking over me with a hunger that makes me weak at the knees.
Why I am not telling him to stop? Why don’t I feel insecure about being naked for the first time with a man? Why am I just going with? It is beyond me.
But it’s as if I’m drawn to Cade in an inexplicable way.
Like he is already mine.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs, almost to himself, before closing the distance between us again. His hands are on me, warm and sure as they slide up my sides, pulling me against him. The feel of his bare chest against mine is almost too much, and I let out a soft gasp, my fingers curling into his shoulders.
And then he’s kissing me, hard and demanding, like he’s been waiting for this moment as long as I have. His mouth is hot and insistent against mine, his hands tangling in my hair as he pulls me even closer. I can feel the tension in his body, the way he’s holding back, but I don’t want him to. I want him to let go, to take me anywhere he desires.
“Cade,” I gasp against his mouth, my hands roaming over his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath. “I need you...”
“Lena,” he groans, pulling back just enough to look into my eyes. “You don’t know what you’re asking.”
“Yes, I do,” I whisper, my voice trembling with need. “Please, Cade...”
His control snaps, and in the next moment, we’re on the rug in front of the fire, our bodies entwined as the storm rages outside. But here, in Cade’s arms, I’ve never felt safer, warmer, or more alive.
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LENA
The heatfrom the fire is nothing compared to the heat of Cade’s body pressed against mine. His lips are on me, demanding, possessive, as if he’s been waiting for this moment as long as I have. I melt into him, my hands clutching at his shoulders as his kiss deepens, pulling me under.
His hand slides down my body, slipping under my panties, and I gasp, my head falling back as he touches me, his fingers moving in slow, deliberate strokes that have me trembling with need. He’s taking his time, building the tension between us, and it’s driving me wild. I want him, all of him, now.
“Cade,” I moan, my voice trembling as he pushes me closer to the edge, the pleasure building with every touch, every kiss. I’ve never felt anything like this before, this overwhelming need that’s consuming me, making me desperate for more.
He groans against my neck, his breath hot on my skin as he kisses his way down my body, his lips trailing over my breasts, my stomach, until he’s kneeling between my legs, his eyes dark with desire. He looks up at me, his gaze holding mineas he presses a kiss to my inner thigh, making me shiver with anticipation.
