Page 10 of Whisker Me Away

Cade nudges me with his elbow. “Silly question. The answer is obvious. I’d wanna be right here next to you.”

My stomach does a full flip inside of me. I tilt my head to the side so I can properly look into Cade’s green eyes. He is so handsome that I can’t contain myself a moment longer. Without thinking, I reach my right hand up in order to touch his cheek. His beard is surprisingly soft against my fingertips.

“Spencer? What are you doing?”

“That will cost you a drink,” I whisper as I move closer until our lips are barely a breath apart. My head feels light for the first time in a long time. Nothing else matters.

“Worth it,” he whispers back.

I can’t be sure which of us moves but it doesn’t matter. One moment we’re breathing each other’s air and the next, our lips are touching. It’s everything I hoped it would be while also being so much more.

Cade’s lips are plump and soft and somehow fit perfectly against my own. His beard tickles my face in a wonderfully pleasant way. My head swims with delight and my entire body heats. The kiss is chaste, but it doesn’t matter. It’s somehow the very best kiss I’ve ever had.

I pull back and look into Cade’s eyes, making sure that was okay. He smiles at me and dives back in, giving me another soft, barely there kiss. His lips taste like sweet wine and I chase the taste, pushing my tongue along the seam of his lips.

Cade makes a surprised noise and I use the opportunity to properly taste him, pushing my tongue between his lips. I groan into his mouth as I sweep my tongue inside. Oh my gods, he tastes so fucking good. I want to crawl into his lap, press my tongue against his, and grind against his belly until I come in my jeans.

Instead, I pull away, sucking in a sharp breath that I’m hoping will clear my head.

“Gods,” Cade murmurs against my lips, a shiver going through me. Lightning runs down my spine and this time I don’t stop myself from squirming. Fuck, I want him. “As much as I’d love to pull you onto one of our beds and show you how good omegas do it, I think it’s better if we stop now.”

Cade pulls himself away fully. I immediately miss him being in my space. I watch as he stands up, running a hand over his bald head, his face looking just as disappointed as I’m feeling.

“I want you,” Cade says, like he needs me to know. Warmth settles in my gut. “But I don’t want to do anything too fast. You just admitted you don’t want to be just a hookup and I agree, I want that too. So let’s enjoy our kiss and continue on with our night of getting to know each other.”

Jesus fucking Christ. Could this man be any more perfect? I want to fuck him raw, which in itself is a surprise because it usually takes far more time for me to get those types of wild feelings. But I also want an emotional connection with him. He’s slowing things down, he wants to get to know me. He wants more than sex.

I find myself unable to keep my smile at bay as I stand up and get myself into my own chair across from Cade. He drinks the rest of the wine which shouldnotbe as attractive as it is.

“One last drink,” I say, “that means one last question. Make it count.”

Cade sits in his own chair, crossing a leg over the other. He tilts his head to the side and strokes his beard for a moment before finally shrugging. “Did you enjoy the kiss?”

“Yes,” I say softly, doing my best to swallow my nerves. “And I’d like to do it again. If that’s okay with you.”

“I’d like that. Ask me again in the morning and you can have as many as you’d like.”

“I’ll hold you to that.”

Cade grins. “I hope you do.”

Chapter Five

Cade

This morning and every morning on the train since our afternoon of day drinking, Spencer has bravely asked for a kiss good morning. And every morning, I was more than happy to give it to him.

The kisses are barely there, just the most chaste press of lips against lips, yet they feel sweeter than any other kiss I’ve given in the past. There’s something about Spencer that makes these kisses special. I wish I could put my finger on it but whenever I’m around him, my mind feels like it’s swimming in a pool of happy chemicals. It’s hard to think when I’m around him, but I find that I don’t mind.

We’ve found ourselves in a domestic routine while on the train. We wake up together, share a good morning kiss, and then have breakfast in our room. After eating, we head to the observation deck where we watch the wilderness pass by through the window while snuggled close. Sometimes we talk about random things but other times we’re more than contentjust to be in each other’s presence, doing our own things. I often read the book I’ve brought and Spencer will write or draw in his journal.

It’s nice. It’s nice in a way I wasn’t expecting. In the past, relationships have been physical companionship. This is the first time something with another person feels like it has the potential to be serious.

Not that I’m asking Spencer to mate with me right here and now, only that the potential is there and I would be a fool to ignore that. The only problem is what happens when this vacation is said and done?

Spencer packs up his things, his body practically vibrating with excitement. “As much as I’ve loved this train, I’m so excited to get off of it. It was starting to feel a tad bit claustrophobic.”

“You’ll be outside stretching your legs in no time.”

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