Page 21 of Cade

But all I could do was replay the last twelve or so hours in my brain, to remember to breathe, as standing next to Cade was driving me and my unruly dick bananas.

“Of course,” I said politely, noticing that Cade had not moved from my side.

It’s a start...

I watched the photographer make his way over to the booth next to us, chatting up the two firefighters he obviously knew, likely for a picture.

For the moment, I had Cade to myself.

“Feeling better?” I asked smoothly. Almost as if Cade had suddenly remembered my presence, he shook his head, a blush creeping onto his cheeks that reminded me of his flushed cheeks during our initial karaoke session.

His pale skin looked quite beautiful with such tones, making me think of plenty of other areas of skin I’d like to see tinged pink. My dick twitched at the thought, but I managed to keep my face plain, even.

Cool as a cucumber.

“I, um... guess you could say that,” Cade said as he leaned against the table, his gaze dancing around the busy streets, focusing on anything but me.

It’s almost as if I make him nervous...

At that very moment, Cade’s stomach let out a rumble that was impossible to ignore.

“You are a terrible liar, Cade,” I said, liking the way his name sounded on my tongue. I wanted to say it as much as I could.

Cade crossed his arms. “Well, I’d feel better if you stopped staring at me like... like...”

I had to admit I liked seeing him all flustered, and I couldn’t help but play his adorable game, so I leaned against the booth languidly, fighting a smile.

“Like what?” I whispered darkly, watching as his gaze dipped to my lips.

“Like I’m a damn piece of meat, for starters,” Cade bristled, though his tone wasn’t angry or aggravated. Instead, it was full of unspoken things, and even carried a hint of embarrassment.

Did this darling little morsel not know how delicious he actually was?

Obviously not.

I cocked my head to the side. “I can assure you, as I’ve tasted the best meat the world has to offer, you do not fall into the category of average meat.”

I watched as Cade’s eyebrows furrowed, almost as if he was somehow hurt by my words.

I don’t understand...

I wasn’t sure if it was something I said, or perhaps if it was just the fact that he was feeling unwell at the moment, clearly as starved as I was. The heat of this damn town would make anyone lust for sustenance.

“Although, I must say I am quite famished myself. Perhaps we could actually... grab something to eat?” I offered.

A deep part of me that was foreign until this moment bubbled up with the innate desire to take care of this man, show him just how prized and fine he was, because perhaps no one else had ever done such a thing.

All at once, I watched the sparkle return to Cade’s eyes at my offer.

“I, uh... I am kind of hungry, but I can’t exactly leave my post,” he said, chewing his lip. The sight was somehow both endearing and hot as hell as instant images of me biting at that lip until he begged me to stop filled my brain.

Focus, Weston!

Of course he can’t just abandon his post.

Clearly this man messes with my ability to think straight...

“I could grab you something if you tell me what you want,” the words came out somehow huskier than I’d intended them, and my mouth had gone dry.

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