their favorite hangout. When on the prowl for hot forget everything going on in the world sex, they found themselves here. Tonight was one of those nights for both of them. Cade so desperately wanted to get Tessa out of his head. The only way he knew to do that was to get a woman, who was not Tessa, in his bed. After making the rounds, Cade found himself standing at the bar, beer in hand and thoughts of her running through his head. He wanted, no, he needed to get her out of there. If he didn’t find a way, he would be mad with insanity.
Just as the thought crossed his mind, a brunette walked past him. Tall, slender, her jeans clung to her hips and left little for the imagination. As she passed him, her hips swayed temptingly, calling out to him. Cade found he was following her and knew if he could bury himself deep inside her, he would be able to leave all thoughts of Tessa behind. Slowly, seductively the woman led him down a hallway that led to the back of the bar; glancing over her shoulders with a come fuck me look in her eyes. Before she got too far, Cade grabbed her arm and pulled her into his body. He had no care for where they were. He needed relief, physically and emotionally, as quickly as possible. He pushed her up against the wall and kissed her ferociously, bruising. Her mouth opened to his without hesitation, their tongues dueling. He tangled his fingers in her long hair, taking what he wanted. His hand found its way to her breast; her nipple hardened under the thin cotton material from his touch. Just as quickly, he replaced his hand with his mouth, pushing up her shirt, biting at the peak that pressed against the black, silk bra she wore. Moans of pleasure echoed off the walls, filling the small hallway. He placed a hand behind her leg and lifted it up to his hip so that he could press his erection into her center. He ground against her, her own need evident as she began to rock her hips against his hardness. Pulling away from her breast, he turned her and pressed her against the wall, intent on taking her there, intent on burying himself deep inside her. He pushed her hair away from her neck, placing kisses at the nape of her neck as he reached around, unbuttoned the tight denim jeans. With one hand against the wall, the other in her pants, images of Tessa filled his mind. Suddenly, this woman before him tasted wrong; smelled wrong. She felt completely wrong and the erection he’d planned on burying deep within her quickly diminished. He couldn’t blame this woman. No, the blame lay in the images of Tessa that clouded his mind. This woman in his arms was beautiful and sexy, someone you’d see on the cover of a magazine. She was all wrong; wrong for him though. Maybe a few weeks ago he wouldn’t have given a second thought to having his way with her, but Tessa had already been seared on his soul. He hadn’t realized before this moment just how much he was affected by Tessa’s scent, her laughter, her voice, everything about her moved him. Although he had never tasted her, he knew that she would be sweet on his tongue, not the sour taste that was in his mouth now. Unexpectedly, his stomach clenched with regret. Regret for tasting another woman, for taking another woman into his embrace when all along he wanted one…Tessa. He pushed away from her and moved to the opposite side of the hallway.
“I’m sorry,” Cade said as regret filled the space between them.
“That’s okay.” The brunette walked over and leaned into him, her pants still unbuttoned. “I really don’t mind.”
Shaking his head, Cade gently pushed her to the side and walked back toward the bar. He kept reminding himself that she wasn’t Tessa and he’d never be complete with anyone but her. That thought pattern consumed him throughout the night and he was just realizing it. Every time the thought crossed his mind to ask a