Chapter Ten #3
Caden sighed when I let my tongue slide out in search of his. They found each other in a heartbeat or two, the contact sending needles into my stomach. I shivered, pressing Caden harder against the wall.
He moaned. It was a unique sound. I’d caused moans such as these my entire adulthood. And yet, I had never heard anything like this. His voice was gruff and husky when he did it. It was hoarse, drenched in hatred, and covered in razors. It was a guy’s voice.
My dick throbbed hard against Caden’s crotch.
The sensation reflected, filling me with anxiety.
I’d never felt someone throb on my leg like this.
I’d never even thought of it. And yet, the only instinct my body possessed was to thrust my hips harder against him.
The pressure made my cock hurt. It was that impossible feeling of desperate need for something more. It drove me crazy.
Caden’s voice sounded again, in some unintelligible grunt, reminding me that this was not only a guy, but my worst nightmare in a human body.
In a male body. With a very functional and eager dick and a guy’s style of kissing.
His tongue was shamelessly probing my mouth like he was in charge, even though I had him pinned against the wall and practically immovable.
He acted like he was dictating where this went when I held all the power.
Or did I?
My chest was shaking with a mixture of excitement and fear.
Like medieval battlements, I lifted the strongest walls against the intrusion of all other thoughts.
I dared not let them through. This was too dangerous, too destructive, too risky for me to let into my real life.
And if, even for a moment, I was aware of it, I wasn’t sure where it would take us.
I lifted a hand to grab a fistful of Caden’s dark locks and leaned so hard against him that he exhaled into my mouth.
It was fucking delicious. I inhaled every atom from his lungs, then thrust my tongue into his mouth to show him who was in charge and who would be the obedient little plaything.
My hand released his hair and traveled down to his neck.
I closed it around his throat, holding him in a vicious grip, waiting for a reaction.
But Caden was too proud to push back. He simply turned his head and bit my lower lip like he meant to draw blood.
I jerked back, looking into his sparkling green eyes. “Is this what you missed out on, huh? Is this what you wanted?”
“Shut up, Partridge,” he huffed. “And kiss me before I change my mind.”
I did. Irritation still existed in me somewhere, but it had completely lost its focus. I grasped for reasons. I fumbled in the darkness for something solid to be annoyed at. But all I found was a bottomless well of desire I had never noticed here before.
For every fraction of lust his sweet, soft lips sparked in me, truckloads of fear followed. What the hell was this thing we were doing? I’d been angry and spiteful, but I hadn’t meant to be…or had I?
My mind felt cloudy, though I’d barely had anything to drink.
My toes were tingling and my heart was pounding.
Images raced through my mind. Images of things I wanted to do.
Images of things in our very near future; Caden, still pressed against this cold, rough wall, but with dangerously little clothes to protect his skin; me, experiencing the extent of heat his body could generate.
I wanted to spin him around and feel his ass on my crotch. I wanted to know if it was a good fit.
I wanted to…
Caden moved his hand between us. He touched me. He felt the painful bulge in my pants and I throbbed like a virgin. The fucker was relentless, rubbing his hand hard enough to make me inch towards the verge of orgasm.
My chest collapsed.
My guts were steel.
I grunted and broke free of him as the walls cracked and tumbled. What if someone found out? What the hell was this? Caden was a guy. And no guy on the planet could anger me enough to want to fuck him. How the fuck did that even work?
I pulled back, chest heaving, and I blinked at him.
Caden’s look was that of surprise, but a moment later, it melted into disappointment. His features hardened. “Let me guess…”
I murmured something before he could guess whatever he wished to guess.
I spun from him and marched away. Not a single thought remained in my mind.
I walked so fast that I was practically running.
Thirty seconds later, I realized I was still holding my breath and digging my fingernails into my palms.
I exhaled the toxic carbon and pulled in a deep breath of the cold October air.
Fuck. My. Life. The sensation of his lips on mine seared me like I’d just kissed glowing coals. But it did so much more to me than that. My stomach hollowed. My nerve-endings flared. My whole body tingled erratically.
He was…a guy, for fuck’s sake. He was a dude with a dude's chest and a dude’s muscled arms. And a dude’s junk. I wasn’t supposed to feel this desperate when I denied myself the sensation of kissing him.
What the fuck had I just done?