"Cade, stop being …"
"Don't push me, Tristan."
"Tell me!"
Something in Cade seemed to snap, and his expression turned predatory. He took two steps toward Tristan, who retreated reflexively until the counter dug into his back and the other man crowded right up against him, giving him nowhere to run, no way to escape.
Cade pressed so near that Tristan could distinguish his pupils from his deep brown irises, could smell the soap and spice again, could feel the aggression emanating from him in waves.
Cade pinched his chin and angled it up, forcing Tristan to meet that ominous gaze.
"You wanna know so fucking bad, Tristan? You wanna know what I want? What I'd do to you if I could?"
A burst of electricity crackled through Tristan's body, and he wasn't sure if it was from fear or arousal.
Or both.
His mouth was so dry, he couldn't force out words, so he dipped his head to give silent permission, or maybe it was a plea, to continue.
Cade's voice was low and gravelly when he spoke.
"I want to own your body, brand it, cover it with teeth marks and bruises, use it as I see fit. I want to fuck your mouth until you can't breathe, until tears stream down your face. I want to hold you down and choke you while I fuck you, while I split you open. And I want you to like it, to be so desperate for it that you beg me for more."
He paused for a heartbeat before he added, "But you wouldn't like it. You wouldn't beg me for more. So just. Let it. Go."
Time screeched to a halt as Tristan sucked in ragged breaths, his heart hammering furiously in his chest. He felt hot and flushed and tingly all over.
And his dick was hard.
His eyes locked onto Cade's, and he witnessed the exact moment the other man registered how his words excited him.
Cade's eyebrows arched, and he assessed him for several tense seconds. "What the fuck? Did you like the sound of that?"
Swallowing past the knot in his throat, Tristan nodded, both hoping and fearing that the other man knew he was about to come in his pants like a fucking teenager.
Searching his face for a tell, Cade inched closer until the space between their bodies evaporated, until they touched from chest to thighs. Certain now that his boner was noticeable, Tristan gulped, both thrilled and terrified.
"You've never done anything like that before?"
Tristan shook his head, unable to drag his eyes from Cade's. "I've thought about it … but no."
"And you want to try it?"
A nod, subtle at first, then more vigorous.
"Fuck," Cade swore softly as his gaze dropped to Tristan's lips, then slid back to his eyes. "We may both end up regretting this," he added before he crashed their mouths together.
Cade plundered and demanded, his mouth harsh and savagely aggressive. Tristan struggled to keep up, overwhelmed, disoriented and hornier than he'd ever been in his life.
A sharp sting on his lip shocked him from his daze. He registered with both alarm and arousal that Cade had bitten him, then sucked on the wound. The strange sensation, sharp pain followed by soothing pleasure, made the wires in his brain cross in a confusing tangle.
Easing back, his eyes boring into Tristan's, Cade spoke, his voice like chocolate, simultaneously warning and enticing.
"Last chance to save your innocence," he drawled, and if Tristan hadn't been trapped against the counter, his knees surely would have crumbled under him.
He recognized he was about to rush headfirst into the unknown.
It was exhilarating.
