Page 133 of Insatiable

The deep, low buzz between us is almost too intense to handle.

I know she’s awake, probably in her head and wondering what the fuck is happening. Her stomach muscles tense as she lifts her head from the pillow ever so slightly.

Stacey’s breathing getting heavier and her heart racing against my chest shouldn’t be turning me on, but I’m losing it here, desperate to turn her around, yank down my boxers and shove my cock deep inside her.

Do you know how many times I’ve wanted to wake up like this over the last two years? With her in my arms? I’d hated myself for wanting it so badly, but I would have broken every single one of my rules to be in this position.

And now I am.

Bernadette would have Stacey killed if she found out. I’m already putting her in danger just being here.

A groan is torn from my lungs as she opens her legs a little, so my cock – straining in the material of my boxers – settles against her pussy. I whisper, “Why are you in bed with me?”

She doesn’t speak but does grind against me. We’re a perfect fit – two puzzle pieces with tattered edges. Her fingers tighten around mine, her breathing heavier, and I thrust my hips forward to close the infinitesimal distance between us.

I lift my hand from around her waist and splay my fingers against her ribs. “No bra,” I say as my thumb strokes her skin.

My palm slowly, lazily travels down. Lower, until skin meets skin on her thigh. “No,” she confirms, breathless.

“Will I find you bare for me if I do this?” I ask as my fingers trail to her inner thigh and delicately drag up and close to where liquid heat is pooling against the material, separating the head of my cock from her cunt. “Hmm… Little tease.” I hook my middle finger into the string of her thong and glide it against her slick folds, rubbing her clit.

So fucking wet for me.

Just when I think she’s going to moan my name, she blurts out, “Kade! No! I need to pee!” And tugs my hand away from between her legs, breaking the connection.

Before I can reply or even open my mouth to let words pass my lips, she’s scrambling into the bathroom and slamming the door.

I stare at my middle finger then slide it into my mouth, tasting her as my confusion grows worse.

It takes her five minutes to come back out, and I watch her nervously rub her arm.

“I’m a little confused why we’re here,” I say, tilting my head and watching her take a few steps towards the bed and stopping. As if she wants to climb back in but doesn’t know how I’d react.

I’d be more than happy to drag her back in, but she speaks before I can debate whether to actually do it.

“Drunk Kade decided to take something and then called me. You sounded like you were in a bad way and couldn’t get any of your friends, so I left the airport to come and get you from some alleyway. Barry was there and told me to stay here with you.”

I don’t remember even seeing Barry last night.

But I do remember getting pissed off at a function and shooting someone important.

I hum, trying to calm my erratic pulse, but as my gaze drops down the perfect curves of her body, it only gets more rapid. “That was nice of you. Giving up your trip home to come to my rescue.”

Stacey laughs derisively, and it causes my cock to harden even more. “Shut up – I’m still going. This is Barry’s room; I’m just making sure you’re okay before I leave.”

I slide both hands behind the back of my head. “Did we fuck?”

She scoffs. “You didn’t even know it was me in bed with you – why would we? Besides, you made it clear you just wanted to cuddle.”

The corner of my mouth curls ever so slightly. “I just wanted to cuddle.”

“Yes. It seems some things never change.”

“So you slept in bed with me, in only your shirt, and held my hand to your tits?”

She clenches her jaw. “If you’re going to point out the obvious, I’ll get another hotel room.”

I quirk a brow. “You want to stay a bit longer?”

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