Chapter 14

KADE’S POV I was having another erotic dream about a woman I was supposed to hate. I dragged her across my body, relishing in the feel of her warm, supple skin in my arms till she was planted firmly on my thighs, her center aligning perfectly with my dick. She leaned down and kissed me, her hair tickling my face. I groaned in her mouth as she moved against me, my hands roaming every inch of exposed flesh. I moved my hand along her thighs to her waist, inhaling the scent of her vanilla perfume— Andrea didn't wear perfume or smell like vanilla. The feel of her body was ingrained in my mind. But now, the weight on me, the scent filtering into my nostrils, and the way her skin felt under my hands was all wrong. My eyes snapped open. Natasha. Her face was inches from mine, her hands on my chest, and her lips parted to kiss me. I growled, flipping her over. In one move, I had her pinned to the bed with her hands behind her. I turned on the lamp to see her wide-eyed and flushed. “Wow, you're