Page 33 of Cade

April locked herself in the bathroom, leaning against the security of the door behind her as she took several deep breaths. She was alone with Cade now, as husband and wife, with one bed.

He surely would not do the gentlemanly thing and offer to sleep elsewhere, and she could hardly rent another room. She also wasn’t about to sleep on the hotel floor. Didn’t matter how nice and clean this one looked. It was a public-ish floor, and she wasn’t sleeping on it.

There was the sofa in the sitting area, though. Smiling to herself, April stood. It was a solid, good plan. In the meantime, she was going to avail herself of this amazing shower and enjoy it, knowing the hot water would not run out.

Her apartment was far from a disaster, but her hot water was glitchy. Sometimes she got five minutes, others she got thirty. Tonight it was forever.

Trying to shake that thought from her head since it related to more than hot water in her life right now, she undressed and stepped in, letting the near scalding water cascade over her skin. She would absolutely be red when she stepped out, but it was going to be worth it.

In the end, she didn’t know how long she enjoyed the shower, but only after she wrapped herself in her towel did she remember her bag was in the room where Cade was likely waiting for her. She tucked the towel closed and padded to the door, hoping he was in the other room.

Peeking out the door was greeted by emptiness. Not quite relaxed but feeling better, she reached into her suitcase, grabbing a few things and dashing back to the bathroom before he came in.

It didn’t take long to get dressed, and she wrapped her hair in a towel before opening the bathroom door fully and stepping out, more confident now. Cade was still not in the room and she wondered how long she had actually been in there.

“Might as well find him,” she muttered to herself.

Find him, she did. Cade was fast asleep on the small sofa with his feet over one side. His neck resting on the other. She almost felt bad and woke him up. Almost. Instead, she grabbed a blanket from the closet and covered him up before going to bed herself, noting the open bottle of liquor next to him.

Disappointedly, she climbed into the massive bed and stared at the ceiling in the darkness, attempting to sort through her feelings. She didn’t know how she felt, but now that nothing was going to happen, she couldn’t deny the disappointment that her wedding night was going to be spent alone with her new husband passed out, likely drunk, in the other room.

She was a mess. Her nerves rattled and feelings for Cade that she’d buried long ago were bubbling to the surface. This was just an arrangement, and she needed to remember that as things progressed and time moved on. Maybe it was better if they went the other route of conception, because the odds of her remembering this weren’t real if they slept together were slim.

With a huff, she yanked the covers up to her chin and rolled to her side, away from the door and away from Cade. She wasn’t going to lie here and think about how much Cade had acted like his younger self today. It was too hard for her brain to separate fact from fiction.

Briefly, she considered going back out there and stealing the open bottle. A nightcap would likely help settle her wandering thoughts. She didn’t want to see Cade again, though, so she remained in the bed.

It wasn’t long before she heard Cade moving in the other room. She laid very still and listened as he groaned and approached the room. He wasn’t quiet, clearly the alcohol affecting his normal quiet but powerful demeanor.

He opened the door and went to the bathroom, flipping the light on before closing the door. April waited to see if he’d join her or go back to the other room. It felt like forever, but couldn’t have been that long before he emerged again. Bright light filling the dark bedroom before flicking back off once more.

She felt the covers pull back and the mattress dip as Cade slid in beside her. April’s eyes were open as she faced away from him, unmoving, waiting, anticipating what would happen next. She felt like a damn virgin the way she was worrying about it. She wasn’t, of course, but it had been a long time, and never had it been with Cade.

His arm touched her back, and then he pulled away quickly. Had he forgotten she was in here? It quickly returned, hooking around her middle and pulling her against him.

Her back was now flush with his front as he held her. April didn’t react until he moaned her name, and she felt his cock stiffen against her. In that instant, she knew there was no resisting him for her. If Cade made a move, she would be putty in his hands.

As though he heard her thoughts and took them as encouragement, Cade’s hand slid up and under her shirt, palming her breast. Her sharp intake of breath was stolen again when he began to press kisses to her neck.

Giving up all pretense of being asleep, April rolled over onto her back, giving him better access to all of her. Cade released her then, and she worried that she’d screwed up completely by moving, but he only turned on the small bedside lamp.

“I need to see you,” his gravely voice interrupted the silence.

Joining her once more in the bed, his hand returned to her breast and quickly reassured her he wasn’t leaving. Insecurities melted away as he lifted her sleep shirt and took one pebbled nipple in his mouth. Thought left entirely as she arched her back, her body begging for more.

“I always knew you’d be responsive.” Cade’s hands replaced his mouth, both breasts receiving attention.

She marveled at the feel, Cade’s rough hands against her soft, sensitive skin. Never had she nearly come from breast play alone, but she felt the pressure building as she grew wetter and ready for him.

He kissed her then, as his hands left her breasts. She let out a whine of protest against his mouth and felt him chuckle in return. Cade’s left hand traveled down her body, leaving goosebumps in its wake as anticipation built for what would happen next.

Her sleep shorts were in the way, but he slid under them as though they weren’t there. His hand found her soaking wet core and, without preamble, slipped one finger inside.

April cried out, lifting off the bed as she did. Cade kissed her back down on the mattress as his hand explored and teased her. His palm ground against her clit, setting a steady rhythm that was driving her wild.

In minutes, she felt the pressure building until she couldn’t take it any longer. Uninhibited, she cried out for him, her arms coming around his back, clinging to him as she soared over the cliff.

Her body shook. Cade didn’t pull away from her as she clung to him. Instead, he pressed gentle kisses to her neck as she rode her wave of pleasure back down to Earth. Slowly, she released him as her languid body relaxed against the mattress.

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