He stepped toward the ornately carved double doors and pulled her body against his as he stumbled across the threshold.
Andie grabbed onto him, arms over his shoulders. He took two heavy steps, then regained his balance, slamming her back against the wall.
She lost her breath and her mouth opened in shock, only to encounter Cade's lips crashing into her. Everything exploded around her, the heat of the summer evening, being inside Cade's mansion, the lonely nights replaying him in her mind, and all Andie could do was gasp and allow him to plunder her mouth.
His tongue moved wickedly, smooth as silk and rough with desire. His body was hot and hard, especially the rod pressing between her legs. Her open legs. Holy bratwurst. She'd promised herself to guard her heart. Must. Push. Away. Must. Clamp. Lips. Shut. Must not rub against him.
She wiggled and squirmed, her hands wildly grabbing as she supposedly fended off his passion-filled kisses. His skillful tongue darted and flickered, probing and teasing, before he deepened the kiss, his entire head moving to massage her lips.
Andie moaned in sheer bliss. He was rock hard against her, and his hands had crept to her breasts, smoothly and surely massaging her. Her clothes were too tight, too constraining. Even as he politely remained outside of her bra, she gave herself over, clamping her legs around his waist and moving her crotch over his hard-on.
She might not have an idea about how men were in LA, or how Cade lived and behaved, but what better way to find out than to stay with him, as friends, of course. Maybe with benefits. Big benefits. Like Goliath sized benefits.
"I told you I would never hurt you. I promised it."
"You will hurt me, even if you don't try, and I'll hurt you too, if only accidentally."
"Then what do we do?" He unclasped her hands and turned around to face her. "Are you saying we're both liars and cheats?"
She couldn't help but nod, even as tears flooded her eyes. "Even the man after God's own heart lies and cheats. That's what I've been learning all week. It's because we're always lying to ourselves, Cade. The difference is whether we believe those lies or not."
She could feel the anger diminishing, as his muscles softened. Admitting that she'd lied hadn't ended the world, but could he ever trust her again? She wanted more than anything for Cade to believe in her. But how could he, when she didn't even know what to believe about her own feelings?
Cade gently stroked her hair, then cupped her face with both hands and lowered his head to hers. "What happens if we don't believe those lies?"
She let out the breath she'd been holding. "We face our true selves, and it's ugly, real ugly."
"No, Andie." He kissed her forehead. "It's when we face our true selves that we can love, and then it's all beautiful again."
That sounded so deep and beautiful. Andie's throat tightened. She wanted to tell him how much he meant, and how much she'd suffered while he was gone, but would he believe her?
"I won't say I love you, because I don't want to lie." She tried to sound casual, maybe even carefree. It was a teaser to lighten the mood. She wasn't ready yet to commit to her feelings. Not unless he felt the same way.
"Then I won't say I love you, either." A grin crinkled his eyes, and he rubbed his nose against her. "I un-love you, and that's a lie I don't believe."
"I un-love you, too."