He catches me with a surprised laugh. “Missed you too, church girl.”
“Don’t disappear on me again, Dickweed,” I grumble into his chest. There’s a hint of citrus under his usual smoky-sweet scent. Like oranges.
“I won’t if you won’t,” he murmurs.
“Deal.”
There’s a gargantuan pile of questions crowding my mouth. Like, why was he at the psychiatrist's office? Why didn’t he text me back? Why didn’t he confide in me about Seba? Why did he put such terrible ideas in my head? Ideas I’m incapable of ignoring.
His arms circle me, one hand smoothing down my spine while the other cradles the back of my neck. The firm but gentle pressure of his thumb on my pulse makes my heart spasm. I pullback, gazing up at crystal clear blue and molten honey. His pupils blow out like ink drops on paper
Arousal is easy to read.
Rising on my toes, I brush a tentative kiss to the corner of his mouth. It lifts in a smirk.
“If you’re gonna kiss me, do it for real,” he whispers.
He doesn’t need to bait me twice.
Kissing Cade Warren is like entering a gladiatorial arena. It’s vicious, addictive and wild. I’m grinning as our teeth and tongues battle for dominance. Fused at the mouth, we stumble to the bed, greedily grabbing and touching. His hips meet mine the minute I’m pinned to the mattress; the rigid outline of his cock through his jeans sends zips of nervous excitement through me.
The contrast of this kiss to my first kiss with Seba is mind-boggling. With Seba, it was gentle and languid, like I was a precious thing to be cherished– taken apart slowly and reverently. With Cade? It’s aggressive. Chaotic. Passionate and unrestrained.
And it makes it abundantly clear that?—
“I need you,” I pant around his tongue. “I need youboth.”
He’s smiling and it’s infectious. But it quickly dissolves as his forehead comes to rest on mine. He releases a defeated sigh. “Well, that’s good… ‘cause I can’t give either of you up.”
“Why do you sound sad about that?” I ask, framing his face.
He frowns. “Seba might not understand and… I can’t lose him. I just can’t.”
Nodding, I kiss his nose and smooth my thumbs over his cheeks. I wish it were that simple to wipe away his doubt.
“Then I guess we’ll have to show him how right it is.”
A devious glint flickers in those eyes. He blinks and something strange happens. It’s like he’s… buffering. His gaze goes vacant and unfocused.
“Cade?”
He just stares.
Unease creeps across my scalp. I’m about to shakehim?—
“Itisright.”
The way he says it is almost defensive. He’s still staring past me. Through me. Like he can’t see me at all.
So I kiss him again.
His eyelids flutter and he glances around like he doesn’t know where he is. It’s not a glazed kind of disoriented either— he’s on alert, eyes darting in all directions. Every hair on my body stands on end. Something is wrong. Really wrong.
“Hey,” I murmur, raking silvery hair off his forehead. “You ok?”
He pauses. Then cracks a smile that borders on embarrassed. “Sorry. Sometimes, even when I’m with one of you, she gets too loud.”
What the hell is he talking about? My lips quiver as I force a teasing grin.
