Page 55 of Insatiable

Breathless, we both fall into the kiss, her fingers digging into my shoulders while I lower my hands to her hips, gripping them as she parts her lips, allowing me to run my tongue against hers.

This is the same, yet different.

Before, we had to do it. This time, we’re doing it off our own backs. I’m deepening the kiss and pressing her into the counter harder because I want to. She’s sucking my bottom lip into her mouth and biting it because she wants to.

She doesn’t taste like alcohol. A fruity drink, but definitely no alcohol. I accidentally groan as she sucks on my tongue, and without thinking, I grab the back of her thighs and lift her onto the counter.

We’re kissing again, deeper, her legs parting so I can stand between them until she locks her ankles behind my back, wrapping her arms around my neck.

“We need to be careful,” she says against my mouth, still running her tongue against mine. “Anyone.” Another brush of her tongue. “Can walk in.”

Her bare skin beneath my hands is heated and soft and addictive, and if it was acceptable, I’d kiss her thighs and suck on the flesh until I left permanent marks. I’d lick all the way up to her…

No.That’s too far.If I don’t stop, I might scare her off.

I pull away first, shoving my hand down my swim shorts to cover how hard I am. “You forgot the ice, Freckles.”

She slips off the counter. To my own pleasure, she smiles as she bites her lip, the same one I had between my teeth. “Show me where it is.”

I grin as I follow her out of the kitchen, watching her ass from behind.

I lied when I said I’d leave her alone. She’s feeding into my obsession, and it’s only going to get worse. This is only the beginning.

14

KADE

Iblink away the blurriness in my eyes, sitting up against the door of the bathroom. The light blinds me, the headache edging close to being unbearable.

A knock sounds at the door. “Kade?”

I close my eyes and ignore her, the ache in my temples growing. I lean forward and take a deep breath before grabbing my phone and bringing up my messages.

Trembling fingers fly over my screen as I send a text to my mum.

Me: Are you still with Dad?

She sees it right away, but my vision blurs so badly that I rub my palm into both eyes. I only took two lines earlier, not the full bag, but I feel like I’m seconds from passing out from another overdose.

If I black out and think of Stacey again, I’m going to be more than pissed.

Mum: Yes, sweetheart. Do you want to talk to him? Is everything okay?

Me: Yeah. I’ll call in ten.

I wash my face with more force than necessary, ignoring another knock on the door. My lungs are struggling for air, a painful ringing in my ears so intense I’m surprised there’s no blood spilling from them.

I grip the edge of the sink and drop my head, knees trembling.

Something is sitting on my chest – crushing it.

My car keys are sitting next to my washbag, so I take them – and immediately drop them on the marble floor. “Fuck,” I mutter.

Stacey’s soft voice annoyingly soothes me. “Kade? Are you okay? You can talk to me.” She’s right there, on the other side of the door. “I’m sorry.”

I groan into my palms. She better fuck off.

I put my head under the running tap to soak my hair in ice-cold water then dry it with a towel, but I feel no better for it.

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