Page 10 of The Pucks We Freeze
Then he tugged me gently toward him, dragging me between his legs.
“I like seeing you in my clothes,” he murmured, fingers slipping along the edge of the sweatshirt. “Almost as much as I like seeing you out of them.”
I sucked in a breath, my heart thudding as his palm found my thigh again. This time, slower. More certain.
His touch slid higher, grazing the waistband of the sweats I’d borrowed. He paused there, waiting and watching.
Even in the darkness, I could feel the weight of his stare. Like he needed me to say it. To give in.
And despite everything screaming at me not to… I nodded.
That was all it took.
He untied the drawstring in one slow, deliberate pull, and the sweatpants loosened, slipping down my hips and pooling at my feet. The hoodie still clung to me. It skimmed the tops of my thighs, long enough to cover me but not enough to make me forget how exposed I felt under his gaze.
His fingers continued their path up my leg, slow and certain, until they met the edge of my lace panties. When he grazed the damp spot, his breath caught, and so did mine. The storm outside didn’t faze me anymore. Not when the real danger was right here in front of me. No lights. No noise. No distractions. Just his hands on my skin, and the feeling that this was about to change everything.
“Fuck, Willow,” he rasped. “You’re soaked.”
The sleeves were still draped over my hands, but I was trembling underneath… because of him.
“You want me to touch you?” His voice rumbled like the storm outside. “Tell me.”
“Kade,” I whispered, my voice shaking.
His knuckle dragged slowly over my center again, teasing, coaxing. “Tell me,” he said again, firmer now. “Or I stop.”
I shifted my legs, spreading them slightly. An unspoken plea.
He tilted his head, eyes almost black in the dark. “That’s not enough, baby.”
“No,” I snapped, breathless. “Don’t stop. Please… touch me.”
That cocky smirk flickered at the corner of his mouth. Satisfied, darkly amused by how easily I unraveled for him. He leaned in, brushing another knuckle between my thighs, and I whimpered.
“Maybe I want you to beg me,” he murmured, lips brushing my jaw. “Maybe I need to know you want me as bad as I’ve wanted you.”
There was no denying it now. I wanted this. Him. Again.
I slid my hands out of the oversized sleeves, reaching up to frame his face. My fingers trembled as they touched his skin, as if grounding myself in something real. And then I kissed him. I kissed him like I had the first time—hungry, aching, desperate for something to hold on to. For something that felt like it belonged to me.
His mouth met mine with the same fire. His tongue claimed me, pulling me under all over again. His hands found their way under the hoodie, gripping my waist, dragging me forward.
I straddled his lap, sinking into the hard press of him beneath the thin barrier of his sweats. He broke the kiss first, pressing his forehead against mine, breathing hard.
He looked torn, like the war inside him had been raging long before I walked back into his life.
“I need you,” I whispered.
Kade’s jaw tensed, his voice low and rough. “You stayed with me long after you left. I couldn’t get you out of my head, Birdie.”
I froze at the nickname.
“You,” he said, voice quiet but sure. “Even after one night… you’re the one I could never shake.”
My heart cracked open in a way I wasn’t ready for.
“I need to feel you inside me,” I said. “Please.”
