Page 36 of Collision of Winters
I tapped my nose.
He was definitely in his Little space.
He sat back to ponder that, and I tucked into my food. With a bit of luck on my side, he’d change the topic to something that edged him further away from being a Little with me. Perhaps discussing more work would do the trick. He already seemed so determined to become a logistics officer, and I couldn’t imagine his training would act as bait for his kinky identity to come forward. Either way, I needed a break beforeIbroke.
I chewed around a mouthful of bacon, wondering how he got it perfect every time. For me, cooking tended to be hit or miss. I had some dishes I’d mastered over the years, but bacon, eggs, pasta, and potatoes came out with mixed results. I supposed I wasn’t paying attention all the time. In front of the stove, it was easy to drift off in my thoughts.
“Mister Wadey Doc?”
I snorted softly. That one was new. “Yes?”
He grinned, half timid for some reason, and scooted closer. “I gotta whisper something in your ear.”
The fuck you do, boy.
I narrowed my eyes at him and wiped my fingers on a paper towel. “No brat shenanigans, I hope.”
His eyes widened with innocence. “No, I swear!” Then he scrambled onto his knees and closed the distance, and he cupped his hand around his mouth and leaned in. “I just wanted to tell you that I’m super happy,” he whispered. “This has been the best kidnapping in the universe.”
I swallowed hard, unable to suppress the shiver that rolled down my spine, and I fucking melted. Or perhaps my brain short-circuited. He poked his face out and smiled at me, and he was so close, and so goddamn adorable, so appealing, so free of filters and uncertainties, that the last ounce of my self-control flew out the window. Unbridled heat and affection tore through me as I stared into the sun that was Kayden Winters. His pale blue eyes had always affected me in one way or another, and now, brimming with joy, he made me feel socomplete.
Before I even knew what I was doing, I had a hand on his cheek, and I was leaning in to kiss him. I couldn’t fucking stop myself. A low, rushing sound invaded my ears, though not loudly enough for me to miss how he sucked in a quick breath. I’d shocked him. I’d shocked us both—and now I was beyond screwed. What the fuck was I thinking? He was at his most vulnerable, and I took advantage?
“Ohyes,” he whispered. Then he snaked his arms around my neck and all but threw himself at me.
I was the picture of dumbfounded, struck by as much relief as doubt, and I couldn’t process what was happening fast enough. He kissed me back, hard, and climbed onto my lap.
He wants it. Give in. You already lost it.
I wasn’t sure it was up to me anyway. I was powerless to resist him. The moment he straddled me, responsibility and caution were just words in a dictionary. When he tried to deepen the kiss, I let him. I switched off my brain and justfelt. Andtasted. My God. Our tongues met, and I cupped his face in both hands. He kissed with curiosity and need taking charge, and it was as adorable as the rest of him.
“I’ve wanted to kiss you forever,” he confessed, breathing unsteadily. He was trembling on top of me, so I eased my hands down his body firmly and held him to me.
He shuddered and acted as if he was trying to set up camp under my skin.
As if he didn’t already have a permanent residence there.
“Please don’t regret this,” he begged.
I shook my head and kissed him deeper. I wasn’t sure I could regret anything where he was concerned. As long as I didn’t hurt him.
Fuck me, he felt perfect in my arms.
The way he kissed me enticed every fiber of my being. He poured himself into each kiss and plastered himself to me in a way that, if he told me he’d wanted this for a long time, I had no choice but to believe him.
Desire surged within me, my heart started hammering, making me greedier, and I began picturing him underneath me. The sounds he’d make if I fucked him into the couch, if he was a screamer, a beggar, or a?—
“Please,” he whimpered.
Goddammit.
It was too much. I wanted him too much. But if we kept at it for any longer, I’d end up folding him in half within minutes, and I couldn’t. I had limits.
“Hold on.” I broke the kiss and gripped his hips tightly, making sure he didn’t scoot forward another inch. “Give me a moment, blue.” I swallowed against the dryness in my throat and took a labored breath. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Impossible to think straight.
Locking eyes with him didn’t help. He was flushed and visibly needy, not to mention vulnerable.
“You want to stop?” he asked nervously.
