Chapter twenty-six
Melody
Idon’tthinkI’veeverfelt this light. It’s like waking up every morning knowing that your heart is right where it’s meant to be.
As Christmas break quickly approaches, I’m buzzing with the news that we’ll have to tell our parents…
I haven’t talked to Kaden about it yet, but this thing between us feels solid. We’ve always loved each other, and I want to rip the band-aid off while it’s still fresh. Sure, Dad is going to have a heart attack, but he can’t say he never knew where our bond was headed.
I mean, it’s been pretty hard to keep this a secret. Especially from Kodi, who constantly begs to talk about my mystery man. I’ve told her all the details that keep Kaden’s identity in the dark, but it’s getting old. I want to gossip over our relationships and just come out and tell her. I know it’s best to wait until Kaden and I are on the same page, so I’ve kept quiet. Antsy, but quiet.
I flick through my textbook in the library, my leg shaking under the table as I roll the hem of my skirt between my fingers. I don’t have any more exams left, but studying is the only thing that keeps my mind calm. I have to have something to stop me from being overcome with nerves.
A tattooed hand reaches across my shoulder, the smell of smoke curling into my nose as Kaden presses his fingers to the page. “History? You’re not taking any history classes.”
I bite my lower lip, hiding my smile. “Some of us enjoy reading in our spare time.”
He snorts, nipping at the shell of my ear as a shiver wracks my spine. “I’ve seen the things you read, Sunny.” He whispers huskily. “There isn’t an ounce of word porn in this book.”
I tilt my chin up at him as he slides into the chair beside me, and his hands grab my seat. One settles between my thighs, making heat ignite in my lower belly as the other grips the edge, and he pulls me closer to him.
“Well, hello there, pretty girl,” he rumbles, his lips connecting with mine in a toe-curling kiss.
“Hi,” I respond meekly before lifting my hand to the worn collar of his shirt. “Show me again.”
He takes my wrist, giving me a faux stern expression. “Undressing me? In a library. How debauched of you.”
I roll my eyes. “You know what I want to see.”
He pulls his shirt down, revealing the space above his heart that’s inked with my name. It’s in gentle cursive, the letters swelling and swooping as if a delicate hand created it. Saint is anything but delicate. But his work is good.
“I still can’t believe you did that,” I smile.
Kaden taps my chin with a finger. “Of course you can. You love it.”
“A little,” I admit.
He flicks one of the pages in my textbook, staring at the mass of black ink that runs together. “What part are you on?”
“Women’s suffrage,” I say as I point to the paragraph I ended on.
He hums, passing a hand over his mouth. “I was never good in school. Maybe I didn’t have the right motivation?”
His question dips, turning sensual as he eases slowly under the table. I blanch, reaching for his shoulders as I glance around. We’re alone, but that doesn’t make this any better.
“What are you doing?!” I hiss in a whisper. “Get up!”
His head tilts. “I don’t think I will. Start reading before I fuck you over this table.”
He dips down, shouldering my legs until my thighs wrap around his ears from below. His hands curl around my hips, anchoring me in place as my face flames with embarrassment.
“Tick tock, Melody,” he taunts. “My next move will be bending you over for the whole library to hear how well you take your brother’s cock.”
I close my eyes, steadying my voice as Kaden uses a finger to pull my panties to the side. He’s hidden by the massive oak table, and there’s no way anyone can see him under there. It’s such a tight squeeze that it appears I’m alone rather than about to be eaten like a meal. “In 1920…”
His mouth touches me, and his nose slides up, bumping into my clit as he lavishes me with his tongue. I’m dripping onto the seat—I know I am—because it’s pooling beneath me. My breath hitches as my head sinks back and my eyes threaten to roll.
Kaden’s teeth scrape across my clit, making me jump before I glare down at him. His dark eyes swallow mine, a warning blaring in them.
