“Yes,” Aiden said, true and simple. “I held your body against me and it made me hard.”
I wasn’t ever getting out of this cabin. Maybe they were going to rescue Aiden, but they would have to leave me here. I was going to die of a heart attack within the next three minutes.
“You were just high on adrenaline,” I told him. “You thought you were going to die. It’s a natural reaction.”
“Is it?” he asked. His eyes stayed on mine. I felt like I’d been hypnotized – trapped in place. “I didn’t think it was just that. I thought you were hot when I first saw you.”
I blinked.HethoughtIwas hot? Now I knew he was just trying to pass the time by bullying me. This was all a trap he was playing for his own amusement.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” I said and went back to my book.
“So, you don’t think I’m attractive?” Aiden said. “I’m pretty sure you admitted it a minute ago.”
“So?” I asked, exasperated. I looked around and almost jumped out of the bed. He was kneeling now, only inches away from my face, leaning his hands on the metal scrollwork of the headboard. “What does it matter?”
“It matters because if you think I’m attractive back, I’m going to kiss you,” Aiden said, his voice so steady and calm I was sure he had to be joking.
My eyes flicked down to his lips unwillingly. They were slightly parted, his lower lip thicker than the top, a light dusting of stubble around them where he hadn’t been able to shave this morning. As I watched, his tongue darted out and wet his lips, drawing me in further. I was leaning towards him. I wasn’t even in control of it. I couldn’t stop myself from being drawn closer…
He closed the distance between us and kissed me, our lips meeting hot and sparking electricity through my skin, his hand sliding into the hair at the back of my head to hold me in place.
I let go of the book I was holding, not caring where it would fall, and closed my eyes – sinking into his kiss and for a moment forgetting that I was sure he was going to laugh and call me a slur and push me off the bed as soon as he pulled away.
Aiden
Cade’s lips were soft and warm, just like any girl I’d ever kissed. I didn’t know why I thought there would be a difference when kissing a boy, but there wasn’t one.
No – there was one: kissing Cade specifically made me feel like my blood was on fire.
I scooted forward, pressing my chest into the metalwork of the bed so I could cup my other hand around the side of his face and draw him down to me even more. Why was I on the wrong side of this damn bed? I wanted to kiss him properly – to feel no space between us, nothing between us at all.
I wanted him, and that realization blew me away.
It was also so strong that I knew there was no denying this anymore, especially not to myself. I wanted him, even though he wasn’t a girl. I could figure out what that meant for me later, but right now, I wanted to explore what it meant for us.
Because I was damn sure I needed more than a kiss over the top of a cold, metal bedframe, and I had a feeling I wasn’t just going to want to stop at kissing with our bodies pressed together, either.
I’d never been good at reigning in my will. When I wanted something, I just asked for it or went to get it. And I wanted him.
I wanted him bad.
“Red,” I breathed as I broke the kiss, pulling away just enough to pant for air. I bit my lip as I looked at him – hair mussed a little from my hands, lips red and just slightly swollen, parted and gasping for oxygen. His eyes were dilated and I thought I had never seen anything more enticing.
“Fuck,” he muttered, and I had to chuckle.
“What?” I asked. “You didn’t think it was going to be that good?”
“I, uh,” Cade said and seemed not to be able to formulate anything beyond that.
The feeling was mutual. I looked up at him like that for a moment longer and the hunger and need in me grew impossible to ignore.
I got up, moving around the bed to climb onto it, kneeling in front of him. I drew him up then, reversing our earlier positions so he had to lift his head towards mine, holding his face and the side of his neck in my hands so I could kiss him as deeply as I wanted to. Our mouths moved together rapidly and hungrily, but not clashing or fighting – somehow knowing which direction to turn, which tilt of the head to make, to remain in harmony.
I needed more.
I flicked my tongue over his lips and they parted for me, almost automatically, so soft and pliant. He moaned quietly, the vibration running through my mouth and seemingly my whole body. My dick was wide awake, straining against the fabric of my jeans, wanting to rub against him and feel his hands on me.
I wanted him and I wasn’t even sure what that meant.
