Page 54 of Insatiable

Come on, Kade, I say to myself.She wants to. Just fucking kiss her and ignore how much you’re freaking the fuck out.

“I highly doubt she’d kill you.”

She scoffs. “Um, are you joking? Didn’t you see how mad she got because we were dared?”

“I honestly don’t give a shit,” I say, my lungs burning with pressure. “I’m going to kiss you, and then we’re going to go back to the party, alright?”

Her gaze drops to my mouth then moves back up to meet mine. “Why do you want to kiss me?”

“Because I liked it,” I admit easily, and her eyes widen. “So I need another taste, Freckles,” I say in a low tone, my hands itching to touch her, to run through her hair and tug it until her head falls back, giving me enough access to devour her throat. “Then I’ll leave you alone.”

All she says is, “Fine.”

My chest rises and falls, matching hers. “Fine,” I repeat, fingers flexing on the counter beside her.

I swallow and count to three, but I don’t bend down to capture her lips. This girl has been my obsession for too long, and ever since that night in the tent, I haven’t been able to think about anything else. It’s wrong, and as much as I don’t want to be like my dad, I think I might be.

Who gets this way after one kiss?

Was he this way with my mum?

Am I going to be doomed to pine after this girl forever?

I knock aside all those thoughts as she says, “But…” I watch as she glances at the door again. “Lu…”

She’s worried we’ll get caught. That’s a good thing, right? She wants me to kiss her. I think. I honestly don’t give a shit if my sister walks in. She can fuck off and stay out of this. Whatever this is.

Keep going.

I grab her jaw between my thumb and fingers, and lower my head, my nose nudging hers. “You told me to keep going.”

“I… I did,” she breathes.

My thumb strokes across her chin and the swell of her soft bottom lip. “Will I?”

A few moments pass, and something claws inside my chest, until she finally whispers, “Yes.”

Instead of going for her lips, I press my mouth to her jaw, and revel in the taste of her skin as I trail kisses along her jawline. Feeling her breath hitch, I nip at her, dragging my lips to the erratic pulse on her neck I haven’t been able to stop looking at.

I flinch a little when her palm slides up my naked chest, the muscles pulling taut under her gentle touch. She tries to draw back like she did that night in the tent, and my free hand captures her wrist to hold her there.

Touch is repulsive and unnecessary. I barely hug my own mother. A person openly wanting to touch and cuddle and feel makes my skin crawl. I’ve always been this way, but when Stacey touches me, even if it’s just a hand on my chest or shoulder, it feels different.

Not repulsive at all. But it’s still foreign to me. Unknown. Yet I want to explore it more. I press her palm to my chest, and I don’t let it go.

She must think I’m a weirdo, but I like her touch.

I like how she tastes.

I like the way her breathing stutters as I kiss her neck.

I suck the skin of her throat, bringing it between my teeth. The sound she makes causes me to falter. I’ve never done this before. Never kissed a girl’s neck while releasing her jaw to grab her hair and tilting her head to the side, giving me more access. I don’t know how I even know how to do this. I just… do it.

My eyes screw shut as she brushes her fingers through my hair, the feeling far too intimate and invasive. She catches on and rests her palms on my shoulders as I keep devouring her throat.

A slow rock song is playing now, but all I can hear is her. She whimpers, arching her back as I suck on her skin, and I’m certain I hear my name whispered like a fucking prayer.

I straighten, cup her face between my hands and press my lips to hers properly.

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