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I wait for him to deepen the kiss, to drag my body flush against his, and show me this isn’t really about my pleasure at all, but his.

Yet he keeps his distance. A taste. That’s all he gives me of himself. He must be easing me into this, trying not to startle me, but minutes drag by, and impatience curls in my belly when nothing changes.

I lift my head toward him and try to deepen the kiss myself.

Instantly, he eases back, clamps his hand on my hip, and holds me still. Because this is about him giving me something I want, not about me taking it.

I settle my head on the bed and wait.

Keeping my hands to myself isn’t easy when I want to drag Aden on top of me, slide my legs around his hips, and rock against him, but he’s giving me something I’ve never had before. Something that feels special, so I leave my hands on the bed beside me and let him kiss me as if he intends to make this last forever.

He feeds me his tongue slowly, a quarter of an inch at a time, tiny little licks that have me moaning because I never believed a kiss, especially one that started so chastely would heat my body until I’m shifting restlessly beneath him.

As I taste more of him, I sink into the bed. He deepens our dance of tongues and mouths, his hands gripping my jaw, angling my head just a little this way and then that way until he’s fused our lips so perfectly, I have to bury my hands in his soft, damp hair and hold him to me because I never want this to end.

He swallows my moan as I kiss him back, tasting his passion and need with each brush of his tongue against mine, and wanting more.Cravingmore.

But he holds himself away from me, so our bodies only ever barely brush. I arch my back and widen my thighs, so he knows I need him. That I’m ready for him to slide right into me.

A soft chink makes my eyes fly open.

I jerk my head to the right, to the source of the unexpected sound which reminded me that a world exists outside of Aden’s drugging kisses.

My gaze clashes with a heated silver stare.

Kade.

He’s naked, leaning against the wall beside the open door, a tumbler of amber liquid in his hand, as his thick arousal juts proudly from his body.

CHAPTER 30

SAIGE

Aden claims my mouth in a searing kiss, dragging all my focus, and all my attention right back to him.

My toes curl, my eyes slam shut, and my back bows as I lose myself in Aden’s next kiss. But I don’t forget Kade is there.

Watching.

Time doesn’t seem to matter to Aden. He doesn’t seem to care about satisfying his needs, either. His hands are patient as they reach for the top button on my shirt. He releases it. Moves to the next. And then the next.

My shirt gapes open, and cool air kisses my skin. But not only air. Kade’s heated gaze. I feel the hunger in them. The need.

Aden only breaks his kiss to let me suck in a deep gulp of air, and then he’s back for more.

Lips and tongue and teeth. He owns my mouth, gives and gives until I’m ready to scream because kisses shouldn’t be this potent. They shouldn’t drive a person so close to the edge of a climax. Yet somehow, Aden’s does.

He slides an arm under my back, eases me up and I come, my body boneless as he slips one sleeve off me before he turns his attention to the other. He does all the work, doesn’t let me move. Just gives me kiss after kiss as he undresses me.

I’m squirming closer to my release, struggling to steady my breath when his next kiss brushes my collarbone. It’s fleeting, but it signals a new direction. One that will most likely drive me over the edge.

With my head resting on a pillow Aden placed there, I turn my head to the side, and my eyes flutter open to latch on Kade’s silver stare.

The amber in his glass hasn’t decreased, and his grip hasn’t changed. But the size of his erection…

My mouth goes dry.

The biggest change is most definitely right there.

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