His fingers curl around mine. I pause. He peers at me through his lashes.
“Come here.”
Jesus Christ, I’m weak for this boy.
Tossing the wet towel on the floor, I crawl over him. His body fits too perfectly under mine.
“Hi,” I whisper.
He smiles. “Hi.”
It’s like a pin in a balloon. I deflate, collapsing onto him and rolling us until he’s draped over me. He sighs. I groan, weaving my fingers through his hair.
“You’re killing me.”
“Sorry.”
“No, you’re not.”
He chuckles. “No. I’m really not.”
Something warm tickles my neck. I shiver. Again, the slightest brush of?—
“What are you doing?”
His mouth grazes my jaw. “Nothing.”
It's most certainlynotnothing. If he kisses me… My stomach swoops. For some reason, it feels so much bigger than anything we’ve done. Heavier. Weighted. And it scares the living shit out of me.
“Cade,” I warn.
A nip on my earlobe. “Hmm?”
“Mom and Declan will be home in the morning.”
Hot breath whispers across my cheek. “Exactly. We have plenty of time.”
My walls are crumbling faster than I can rebuild them.
“Cade.”
“Seba.”
Our noses bump.What are your intentions with him?Andrea saw right through me. But it doesn't matter. I’m not allowed to have this, so I throw up one last pathetic line of defense.
“We need to stop.”
His lips graze mine with every word. “You see the world in black and white— right and wrong. It's time you realize it's an array of color.”
It’s featherlight at first— a phantom kiss.
Until it’s not.
He sucks my bottom lip, rolling it through his teeth and drawing a moan out of me. Gripping his hair, I angle him for better access. He breaks for a breath that I inhale, sweeping my tongue into his mouth.Sweet.Just like he smells.I groan and deepen the kiss, losing myself in the languid stroke of his tongue. Before I know it, my fortress lies in rubble at Cade Warren’s feet.
One of those delicious whimpers vibrates from his throat. My hand wanders down his spine to his naked ass and squeezes. He rocks his hips.
“Holy shit,” I gasp as his cock drags against mine.
