When the Heart Falls(54)

I rush after her and turn a corner, but she’s disappeared.

Stomping with exaggerated motions, I look down every turn. "Fee-fi-fo-fum. I smell the blood of—"

"Stop,” she says from somewhere to the left. “It's embarrassing."

I follow her voice. "Dag nab it. I had a good twist to the story."

Her giggle travels through the maze. "The part where you eat me?"

"Yep. And there's a part in there about bread." Another turn, another dead end.

"So?"

"Bread rhymes with head," Cade says.

"You're disgusting."

"And you love it." Two more turns, this path looking more promising.

"I'm just using you for your body."

"Not right now you aren’t." I’m closer to her voice. She must be around the corner. "I found—" I round the corner, and come to a halt.

She’s discovered one of the secret chambers within the maze and is sitting in the grass, turned away from me, blouse beside her.

Like a dryad from a story.

Her long black hair trails down her back. The curve of her creamy shoulders enticing.

The vision is so unexpected, so beautiful and erotic.

She turns her head to peer over her shoulder at me. “You were saying?”

I take a step closer. “I was saying something?”

Her eyes twinkle with mischief as she bites her lower lip. “I did promise a prize if you found me.”

I walk around her, admiring every angle. “You don’t know what you do to me, Winter.”

“I know what I want you to do to me.” She reaches her hand out, and I kneel in front of her as she rises to her knees.

We face each other, passion ablaze between us. “What do you want me to do to you?” I ask. I can think of so many things I’d like to do.

Her fingers grip my collar as she pulls me closer. “First, kiss me, cowboy.”

My lips hover a breath from hers. “As the lady wishes.” I’m gentle with her at first, my mouth landing on hers lightly, a whisper of a kiss as my knuckles graze her back and shoulders.

Her hands, now flat on my chest, push against me, nails digging into my skin as she deepens the kiss, her breathing coming faster.

My hand tangles in her hair, gripping the back of her head as my other hand strokes her back, moving under her bra strap. “Winter, you’re killing me here. I want you so bad.”

She lets go of me, reaches back and flicks off her bra as only a girl can do. Pulling away from me, she drops the white lace to the side, her breasts free, nipples hard and pink, like roses in full bloom. I drop my mouth to her neck, kissing and licking my way down until I have one nipple in my mouth.

Reaching under her skirt, I use my other hand to rub between her legs, over the thin material that grows damp with her arousal.

With hands buried in my hair, she moans. “More. Please. More.”

My fingers slip under her panties, spreading her as I slip one in and rub at her swollen nub.

“Oh, Cade. My giant. Oh my God, that feels amazing.”

Her hips buck at my fingers, and I push her onto her back, spreading her legs as I hike her skirt to her waist. “I’m a hungry giant. I want to taste you.”

Pulling her panties to the side, I savor her sweetness as my tongue licks her swollen lips, moving up until she shivers as I stroke the most sensitive spot on her body.

Her hips move against me, her fingers digging into my hair as she pushes my face into her. “Your tongue feels so good.”

Her body jerks as I nip and suck and lick. “You like that?”

“Mmmhmmm. But, what if someone sees?”

“Let them.” I slide a finger into her as I continue to stroke her with my tongue. When she tightens, close to letting go, I slide in another.

She screams out, thrusting her hips to force me deeper. I use my other hand, pushing a finger into her mouth. “Shh… not so loud.”

She bites down on it as tension flows out of her body. I run my hands down her legs, massaging her.

Groaning, she sits up. “I want you.”

“I want you too, darling, but I hear other people coming through the maze.”

Blushing, she grabs her blouse and adjusts her skirt, giggling. “I can’t believe we just did that!”

I kiss her, lingering on her mouth. “And we'll do it again later.”





CADE SAVAGE





CHAPTER 23





WE SPEND CONSIDERABLE time driving east, then north, crossing through the French countryside and traveling through small villages. We take turns driving until we arrive at Honfleur.

Honfleur is another medieval port town known for attracting artists, writers and poets. Cobbled streets and ivy-covered buildings share space with more modern-looking apartment complexes. We don't have a lot of time, and there are a few other places we want to see before we head back to Mont Saint-Michel, but there's a museum I want to show Winter.

"This is the Eugène Boudin Museum," I tell her when we arrive. "Remember when we talked about art and you told me your favorite painting was by William Turner?"

She nods. "He makes nature into a being with real emotion. Oceans weep and mountains roar in anger. Skies shriek the fury of the gods, or shine peace on the earth."