19
Cade
There were some scents he’d never forget. They burned into his mind to settle permanent. The smell of his first wildfire when the adrenaline moved his body without thought.
The first time he’d had a beer, with Mr. Hammond offering up a wink as he handed him Terminator Stout. And Lily’s scent, now blended with a kind of sweetness that reminded him of the first time he walked into her bakery.
She squeezed her thighs against his head and called out his name. Every taste of her made him want more. Cade trailed his tongue from her slick folds to the softness of her inner thighs.
He wanted to mark her, to claim her as his own. Along her legs, he began to create hickeys that matched those that had started to fade along her neck.
“Come here,” she said, and pulled at his shoulders to
