Page 49 of Seducing Kaden
Then I stand up, cradling her against my chest, and walk us to the bedroom.
Chapter Seventeen
Past
Evelina
“Oh my God, it’s so beautiful here,” I admit, already completely in love with the island. We are out on the patio area of his parents’ vacation home, and the view is simply breathtaking. Leaning against the wooden railing, I look out over the stunning beach below. “I can only imagine how gorgeous it is in the summer.”
Kade wraps his arms around me from behind, sheltering me from the blustery wind. It’s freezing and definitely not the ideal time to visit Nantucket, but there’s nowhere in the world I’d rather be right now. “Summer’s definitely the best time to visit, but I like it off season. It’s less hectic and less crowded, and I don’t mind the cooler temps.”
“I’ve never minded the cold either. There’s something about a walk in brisk, fresh air that’s always appealed to me. I like feeling that little sting against my cheeks.”
He smiles. “Me too.” Taking my hand, he raises it to his lips, planting a quick kiss against my knuckles. “Let’s check on dinner and maybe we can take a walk on the beach after?”
“I’d love that.” I circle my arms around his waist, falling into a slow step alongside him as we walk back to the house. I love that I can touch him at will, without fear, and I haven’t stopped touching him since we arrived at the house. I can scarcely keep my hands off him.
“Your mom has great taste,” I say, trailing my hand along the back of the comfy couch as I drink in all the homey little features. “It’s not really what I was expecting.” I’ve seen photos of the Kennedys’ Wellesley house in one of those home and garden magazines, and it was all cool, clean lines and slick interiors. This house is the complete opposite, full of old-world furniture and cluttered with personal mementos and trinkets. Don’t get me wrong, it’s still very stylish and tasteful, but it feels more like a family home should. The Wellesley house looked like a show house, although it could’ve been presented that way on purpose. I don’t know. I’ve never been there.
Nor am I likely to ever visit.
A pang of sorrow spears me straight through the chest at the thought.
If this was a normal situation, I think of how different things could be. Of how I could have a proper relationship with Kade. Obviously, the whole student-teacher issue would still be a concern, but that’d pale into the background compared to the other obstacles.
I sigh, and he notices. He’s so observant like that. Even when I don’t spot his eyes on me, which is rare because he’s always focused on me, he seems to know what’s going through my mind.
He hands me a glass of wine, brushing some stray strands of hair back off my face. “Stop thinking.” He plants his hands on my shoulders. “We have this weekend, and God knows when we’ll be able to sneak away again. Let’s just enjoy our time together with no regrets and no doubts.”
I put my wine down on the table, reaching up to cup his face. “How did you get so wise?”
He shrugs and smiles, but it’s a little off. “I’ve had to grow up a lot these last couple of years.”
“Are things still tense at home?”
Now it’s his turn to sign. “Yeah, but I don’t want to talk about it. I meant what I said. We leave all that shit at the door this weekend.”
“Sounds good to me,” I say, kicking off my shoes and sinking into the couch. Kade sits down beside me, handing me my wine again.
He toys with the ends of my hair as we chat about everything and anything, and I love how normal this is. “Are there any golf courses on the island?” I ask him as an idea comes to me.
His answering grin is amused. “Plenty. Why’d you ask?”
“I’ve always wanted to learn to play golf. Could we go for a game?”
His brows climb to his hairline. “Seriously? You want to play golf?”
I slap his arm. “Don’t be so sexist.”
He threads his hand into my hair, chuckling. “That’s not it.” He shakes his head, and the look of adoration on his face does strange flippy things to my stomach. “Just when I think you can’t get any more perfect, you go and say something like that.” He leans in, brushing his lips against my cheeks. “I would love to teach you how to play golf, but winds are high this weekend, and you’re better off starting with some practice shots on the driving range. I can totally take you there, if you like.”
I press a soft kiss to his lips. “I wouldlovethat.” I put my wine glass down on the table.
His fingers tighten in my hair, and he wraps his other arm around my back. “Is it weird that the thought ofmeteachingyousomething really turns me on?”
I smile. “Not at all. I get a massive kick out of teaching, and the idea of you teaching me somethingishot.”
Kaden growls, and that’s the only warning I get before his mouth collides with mine in a wild kiss. I don’t need any encouragement, and soon we’re ravishing one another, pawing at our clothes, desperate to get closer. We don’t even last until dinner. Kade switches off the stove, lifting me effortlessly into his arms as he leads us upstairs. He plants soft kisses all over my cheeks and my neck as he walks us into his bedroom before tenderly placing me down on the bed.
