I’m frozen at his sudden brazen behavior, not expecting his sudden change in demeanor, going from casual to seductive in the span of a few seconds.
Before I can make up my mind about what to do, he grabs the plate I’m still holding and places it next to his phone. He starts to lean closer, causing my breath to hitch and speed up.
I watch as his eyes change color, deepening from his normal blue-gray stare to a blue so dark I can barely make out the gray spike out from his irises. All the while I’m trying not to let his proximity make me lose the rest of my control. I feel like a virgin the first time she’s with a man she’s madly attracted to. I’ve never been this affected by someone. Sure, I’ve felt attraction before, I’ve also given into my fair share of lust for someone, but never have I felt anything like this.
My heart feels like it’s about to beat out of my chest while I’m trying hard not to jump him and start ripping off his clothes. I bite my lower lip to prevent a wanton moan to slip through. No need to betray just how desperate I am for him to finally kiss me again.
He lifts his hand to my neck, grabbing me softly, while I watch his lips move toward mine. I hold my breath in anticipation, my lust surging to the surface, causing me to squirm. I can’t believe I’m getting turned on by him just being close to me.
I catch his prideful smirk, clearly able to tell what his proximity is doing to me and my libido. Deciding not to let him get away with this cocky behavior, no need to give him false hope I won’t be my rebellious self anymore after this, I figure I might as well turn the tables on him. I’m not the only one who’s affected by the other’s closeness.
I lean back teasingly just when he’s about to brush my lips with his, a smirk of my own forming. I don’t get far since he’s still holding on to my neck. Unable to control my own impulses any longer, my hands reach for his sweater and shirt, slowly pushing it up his chest. I watch as each inch of his sun-kissed skin is exposed. For a second, I wonder how he’s still sporting a tan in the midst of winter, but those thoughts are pushed out of my mind when his six-pack is exposed.
I know with the work he does he keeps himself in shape, but this is ridiculous. Does anyone still put in the effort to maintain abs like this? I lick my lips involuntarily, imagining what he would do if I traced those defined muscles with my tongue. Instead, I trace every indention with my fingertips, reveling in seeing his muscles tauten from my touch and hearing his breathing pick up.
Kade’s fingers suddenly tighten in my hair. He tilts my head, breaking my admiration of his muscles. I can see the lust swirling in his eyes. His control is slipping. A thrill runs through my body knowing I make him lose control just as much as he makes me lose mine.
We stare at each other for what feels like an eternity. I can feel the sexual tension filling the room whenever we’re near one another. It’s surrounding us—a storm of pheromones and lust. And I realize this was inevitable. Neither one of us would have been able to withstand this kind of connection for much longer. It would have engulfed us eventually.
And yet, neither one of us is moving an inch, waiting for the other to break first, a battle of wills we’ve been waging since the moment we met, until I can’t stand it any longer. The need to feel him against me, on top of me, feeling the pleasure I know he can bring me, too strong to deny.
Gone is the desire to prove he can’t ever make me fully submit, gone is the need to tease him, all that’s left is my craving for this man. My mind lets go of everything and my body fills with desire so strong I can’t resist it any longer.
I lean forward the rest of the way and kiss Kade. A soft sigh escapes me as soon as I feel his soft lips against mine. Despite the built-up tension around us, the kiss is gentle and slow, until my brazenness takes over and I trace the seam of his lips with my tongue, asking for entrance.
What started out as a slow kiss turns into a battle for dominance as soon as he opens his mouth and starts to kiss me back. I’ve never experienced anything like this before, the tension exploding all around us. My hands, still holding onto his sweater and shirt, start to explore the skin of his chest in earnest, feeling the tension is his muscles, the hair scattered across his pecs.
Suddenly just feeling his skin isn’t enough for me anymore. I break the kiss, leaving both of us breathing heavily, earning a confused stare from Kade. I pull my bottom lip between my teeth in order not to laugh at his expression and start to pull off his sweater and shirt. As soon as he realizes what I’m trying to do, Kade takes over and removes the pieces of clothing.
“Damn.” The word slips out without my permission at seeing his naked torso. Men outside of movies and romance books shouldn’t be allowed to look like this, toned and perfect.
“Like what you see?” I drag my gaze—and yes, I’m definitely gazing, maybe even drooling—away from his chest. He’s smirking that cocky smirk of his, but unlike before, I can admit to myself just how sexy I find it.
“I do, actually. Why don’t you
