to touch her face. It was impossible not to touch her when she was close. Her eyes closed at the feel of my hand.
“Let’s figure out a way to make it uncomplicated, Trinket. Because, at the end of it all, the only thing I know for sure is that you are right here.” I touched my chest. “You’ve been there forever, and I don’t ever see that changing for me.”
Kenna took hold of my hand and traced her finger along the lines on my palm. “Wish I was a fortune teller. Then I could see how all this turns out. Or maybe I don’t want to know.” She lifted her gaze to me. She pressed her hand against her chest. “You’ve always been here for me too. But—”
“Uh oh, that’s not a word that should follow. But what?”
She shook her head.
“Tell me, Kenna.”
Her eyes were glassy as she looked at me again. “We were both in a really vulnerable state when we started this. As right as it seems, I worry that it’s fragile, and it’s all going to break apart.”
I took hold of her face and kissed her hard.
“There’s not a fucking fragile thing about it, Kenna. It will only break apart if we let it happen. I want you. That’s all I fucking know.” I stood up and climbed off the lounge to head back inside.
She followed me inside and grabbed my hand. “It’s what I want too, Cade.”
She wrapped her arms around my neck and jumped into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist. We kissed as I carried her down the hallway to the bedroom.
I pushed the door open with my foot and marched to the bed. I lowered her onto the mattress. My fingers pulled impatiently at the button on her shorts. I had her naked in seconds.I pushed my pants off, climbed onto the bed and pulled her beneath me. I cradled her face in my hands and kissed her as I pushed inside of her. She moaned softly against my mouth as my cock filled her.
She opened her eyes and peered up at me as I rocked against her.
“You belong with me, Kenna. It’s all I fucking know.”
Chapter 23
Kenna
I turned my head and set my gaze on the man sleeping next to me. The morning sun highlighted him perfectly, showing the strong lines of his handsome face accented by the highly enviable dark lashes.
We’d spent the rest of the night in each other’s arms and everything about it felt permanent and right. But morning light always brought bittersweet reality and clear thinking. I was ridiculously addicted to clear thinking. I didn’t know how to change, but for once, I wished I could just stay clouded in my thoughts and my judgment. Logic sure had a way of screwing up happiness. Especially for me.
I tried to get up quietly, but Caden stirred in his sleep. Then, without opening his eyes, he grabbed my hand. “You do not have permission to leave this bed, honey bunch.”
“I’m in the mood for pancakes, and they aren’t going to make themselves.”
He opened his eyes. “Pancakes? Why didn’t you say so?” He waved toward the bedroom door. “Carry on. I like mine with lots of butter.”
He watched as I pulled on my clothes. I decided not to bring up any of it for now, the racing, my law school, the future of our relationship. For once, I was just going to let things flow in their natural direction. To hell with logic and reasoning. We’d be back in Mayfair today, and we had more time to spend together. For now, that was enough. Life had a way of working out or not working out. I would wait to see what happened next.
Caden got up on his elbows. “What time do you need to get back to Mayfair?”
“After breakfast, if that works for you.”
“It doesn’t. I want to stay here. In bed. With you. Preferably naked.”
“As lovely as that sounds, I’ve got to go home and pack truffles.”
He groaned in disapproval as he sat up to get dressed.
I headed out to the kitchen to get the pancakes started. I found a big mixing bowl and pulled out the pancake mix and two eggs. My mom had sent me some rather terse, business style texts, which meant she was still not pleased about me spending time at the beach with Caden. I was not looking forward to being stuck in her truffle factory packing chocolates while she grilled me