Page 75 of Rewrite Our Story

“I don’t want to do it again.” He presses his hips against me—hard—keeping me pinned to the door. I wouldn’t move even if he gave me the space to do it.

“Do what?”

“Hate you.”

I arch into him as his teeth rake against my tender skin. “You’ve already told me you didn’t hate me.”

“I wanted to.”

“I wanted to hate you, too.”

He pulls his face close to mine. It’s like he’s searching for every little secret of mine when he stares into mine. “And did you?”

My heart feels heavy in my chest. It aches at the memory of the last time I saw him. I remember sobbing in the airport; strangers stood around and gawked at me as I walked away from him. The truth was, I didn’t want to leave his arms, but he left me no choice. He didn’t love me, and I couldn’t fight for us alone. He made me walk away fromuswhen I thought we’d be more than just one summer.

“Goldie.” He towers over me, his body caging mine in as he stares into my soul. “Answer me.”

“I don’t know,” I whisper. “I don’t know if I actually hated you or if I hated what you did to us. Does it matter?”

“Why wouldn’t it matter?”

“Because either way, things ended up the way they did. Whether I hated you or not, you hurt me. You were supposed to be the person who didn’t hurt me. And you ended up being the person who hurt me the most.”

Cade grabs the fabric of my shorts, sliding them down the tips of my thighs. I let him do it because I’m not strong enough to deny him. “I’d let you hurt me time and time again if it meant you’d eventually find your way back to me.”

He holds me steady as I step out of my shorts. I don’t pay attention to where he discards them. I’m too caught up in how he looks at me to pay attention to anything else. Cade stares at me hungrily. His gaze is possessive. He falls to his knees as his hands skim the sides of my hips.

"I didn’t mean to hurt you. I didn’t think you’d care,” I confess.

“Are these more lies you tell yourself to forgive yourself?”

Before I can get any words out, he lifts one of my legs and drapes it over his shoulder. He nibbles and bites against the inside of my knee. I moan, my hands finding his shoulders to keep myself upright. “If I knew you felt the same, I would’ve been on the first flight back.”

His tongue moves up my inner thigh. His breath is hot against my skin. He’s so close to where I ache for his touch, yet it feels like he’s so far away. “That’s why I didn’t want to tell you. I didn’t want you to risk your dreams for me.”

“Don’t you know you’ve always been my biggest dream?”

He sighs, his face incredibly close to my throbbing clit. If he just leaned a little closer, I’d feel his touch. I’d feel relief. He doesn’t give it to me. He makes me wait, drawing it out in pure torture. “I didn’t believe it back then.”

Cade presses a kiss right next to my clit. My knees shake in anticipation. His lips are too gentle against me. I want them rough and wild, unrelenting until I’m coming apart at the seams for him. “I won’t make the same mistake again.”

“What mistake?”

“Letting you leave me.” His tongue presses against my clit, circling it slowly. He must not want an answer from me because he becomes unhinged. He forces his head between my legs, his tongue plunging deep inside me.

My head hits the door behind me with a loud thud. I’m too caught up in the way he makes me feel to be worried about who could hear us.

It’s the effect he has on me. I stop seeing reason around him. I forget how much hurt we’ve caused each other, how long it took to try and get over him. My heel digs into his back in an attempt to pull him closer even though his face is buried inside me.

Cade proves a point with his tongue. He proves that I have no hope of being anyone’s other than his. My heart, body—my entire being—is his. At one point, I may have actually hated him. Or maybe I hated how much I was his, even when I thought he didn’t want to be mine.

He’s making things clear as ever now. I’m his, and he’s mine, but there’s still so much we have to figure out.

Right now, it doesn’t matter. Everything could blow up in our faces tomorrow, and it probably will, but for tonight, we can pretend. My hips buck as pressure begins to build. I know my fingers aren’t gentle as they rake across his scalp, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He licks and laps at me, a loud growl of pleasure coming from his lips. His fingertips dig into my skin as he keeps one hand on my inner thigh, keeping me wide open for him. The position allows his tongue to go so deep, hitting the spot that sends me over the edge.

I moan as an orgasm ricochets through my body. I bite down on my lips, trying to stay quiet as he doesn’t let up. He makes no attempts to slow his tongue, to keep me quiet. He works my clit, milking the orgasm for everything I’ve got. He pulls his face from between my thighs, his mouth glistening from my cum. I’m seconds away from my knees giving out beneath me.

As if he could read my mind, Cade stands up and lifts me by my hips. My legs wrap around him as he walks us to the bed. He lays me down gently. His smell surrounds me, from his body hovering above me and from the sheets below me. I can’t escape it, and I don’t want to.

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