Page 42 of Wild Lies

The words bounce around in my chest, filling it with warmth and desire. For now, I can pretend that she is. What we’ll be when she’s gone is anybody’s guess, and we do need to talk about it. Just not right now.

Chloe dusts kisses along my jaw, her tongue darting out occasionally to flick over my stubble. I can feel the heat of her pussy through the fabric of her panties, and it’s that sensation that makes me throw open my bedroom door with a little too much force. The wood bangs against the wall before coming back toward us.

I slap my palm against it, and Chloe giggles, pulling away a fraction before looking between me and the door. “You need me that bad, huh, handsome?”

If only she knew.

To keep the words from spilling out, I cross the room and throw her onto the center of the bed with a growl. She bounces on the mattress, laughter flowing freely from her lips as if I’ve managed to somehow wipe away any trace of her awful night.

When she settles, Chloe looks up at me, a teasing glint in her eyes as she claps excitedly. “Oooh, do I get a show?”

A fraction of the tension taking up residence in my body eases, and I bite back my grin. “Is that what you want?” I rest my hand on the fastening of my jeans and wait for her to answer.

Her eyes light up, and she moves to sit on her knees. “God, yes. Strip for me, Kade,” she purrs.

The way she says my name is like it was made for her. Like she owns it. Owns me.

I’ve never stripped for anyone before, and yet I find myself finishing the job she started at the door and slowly sliding my belt through the loops of my jeans. The air crackles between us, every second that passes winding me tighter until I feel like I might combust.

“Take your dress off,” I command as I drop the belt to the floor. It lands with a soft thud on the rug.

Chloe’s eyes remain fixed on me as she pulls the hidden zipper under her arm down. She gathers up the fabric of her skirt, pulling it up her body and over her head. When she’s left only in a bra and G-string, she leans back on the mattress, her attention solely focused on me. “You were the one who was supposed to be giving me a show,” she whispers, a breathlessness to her voice.

The corner of my mouth kicks up, and the only response I deem fitting is to grab the back of my T-shirt and pull it over my head.

“That’s more like it, handsome. Now take the rest off.”

With a teasing note injected into my tone, I reply, “Has anyone ever told you that you’re bossy?”

“All the time, so get to stripping,” she demands.

I smirk, unfastening my jeans before pushing them down my thighs and kicking them off. When I’m left only in my boxer briefs, I climb onto the bed and up her body, both of us falling serious as the weight of what comes next fills the room. It’s crazy to think that this is only the second time we’ve had sex, and yet it feels like I’ve known every inch of her body for a lifetime.

Chloe shifts so that she’s lying down, her hair spread out around her as I hover above. I settle between her legs, my hard cock pressing into the softness of her pussy. I’ve never wished to be naked more in my entire life.

Rolling her hips against me, Chloe arches her back, pressing her chest into mine. I drop my head, kissing across the expanse of her chest before pulling down a bra cup and swirling my tongue around the hard nub of her nipple. When she applies more pressure to my cock, I groan, the sensation almost too much to bear.

I fist the scrap of underwear at her hips, hoping the tension will force her to slow down, but it seems to have the opposite effect and only makes her cry out as her hips buck against me. Fuck, I’m going to come in my boxers, and then the night will be over before it’s even begun.

Releasing my hold on her, I slide a hand under Chloe’s body and pull her against me. Her eyes dart open, bouncing around my face as she blinks up at me.

“Hold on,” I growl.

She wraps her body around me as I sit up on my knees and position myself so that I’m resting with my back against the headboard and she’s straddling my lap. Chloe captures my mouth, her hands roaming around my body, and my fingers squeeze the flesh of her ass.

“Condom?” she breathes against my mouth, her voice tight with her need.

Fuck.

“I don’t have any.” I rack my brain for a solution, while kicking myself for coming here and not going to her cabin. “I can go to the store. It won’t take me more than twenty minutes there and twenty back.”

I place my hands on her hips, ready to move her, but she halts my progress when she runs her fingers through my hair. “When did you last get tested?”

My brows pull low, curiosity forming a groove between them. “A few months ago, but there hasn’t been anyone since.”

Chloe nods, a spark of something I can’t quite name in her gaze before she blinks and it’s gone. “I got tested after my ex and I ended things. There hasn’t been anyone but you since.”

“I’m gonna need you to spell it out for me, Chlo. Be real clear.”