Page 53 of Insatiable

“Whatever.”

Before she can head to the stairs that lead to the basement, I side-step to block her. “Wait.”

She tries to hide it, but I definitely just saw her looking at my body. It’s still wet from the water, as is hers.

She gulps and takes a step back. “What?”

“The kiss…” I have no idea what the fuck I’m doing or saying or thinking. I’m certain my hands are shaking. “What did you think of it?”

I’m a tit – an embarrassing fucking tit. Why don’t I tell her that I chugged one off while thinking about her not even twelve hours ago while I’m at it?

She shrugs, not giving a fuck. At least she isn’t laughing at me. “I had high expectations given how full of shit you are, but I’ve had better.”

The fuck she has.

“Liar. I was your first kiss,” I reply, imagining myself grabbing her face and pressing my mouth to hers.Imaginingbeing the key word. Because I’m too much of a fucking pussy to actually do it. “And you were mine.”

“See, that I struggle to believe. If you need an excuse for how crap it was, don’t beat yourself up too much. I know you were disgusted by the dare as much as I was.”

I shouldn’t be hurt by her comment, but I am. “I wasn’t disgusted.”

She quirks a brow.

I lose patience and slowly advance towards her. Even though she seems to be acting cocky and unaffected by all this, I know her pulse is hammering in her neck. I’m close enough to see the skin fluttering at the side of her throat.

I want to pull that area between my teeth.

“Do you want me to prove I’m not disgusted by it?”

No idea where that came from, but the words have already left my lips. I actually said that. Me.KadeMitchell. Just asked Stacey Rhodes if she wants me to prove I’m not disgusted by the kiss. By… implying I kiss her again? I don’t know.

“Freckles?” I push, seeing her bad-girl image falter as she starts to chew on her lip nervously.

I move closer, feeling warm from my inner panic, and she blurts out, “I’m wet.”

I tilt my head. “That’s very forward of you. Not sure if you know this, but so am I.”

My hair is wet, just like hers. Little drops keep trailing down her body, and they’re fucking with my head.

She stays quiet, but I can see the rage in her eyes. It makes her even hotter.

“You told me to keep going,” I point out, my own pulse racing as I take another step, eliminating even more distance between us. “Or are you going to lie about that as well? We both know neither of us were disgusted.”

Her eyes sparkle, her throat working as I rest my trembling hands on the counter on each side of her.

Stacey lifts her chin. “It was a dare.”

The corner of my mouth curls. “Then I dare you to kiss me again.”

“Your sister might walk in,” she says shakily, and her gaze flicks to the door then to the back entrance. No staff. No people. Just us.

My sister won’t walk in. She’s a lazy bitch, and the kitchen is too far away for her. Anyway, Base will be distracting her with his flirting. He’s probably shoved her in the pool by now.

Drops of water roll down her chest, and I try not to watch as they soak into the swell of her breasts. “Then she better walk back out.”

“She’d kill me.”

We’re both teetering on the edge of this pull, the rope tightening only to loosen again, neither of us making the move, and fuck do I want her to, because I have no idea what I’ll do if she denies me. I’ll go to kiss her and knock teeth or hurt her.

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