"Hold me?" I ask him softly. He pulls me against him, his strong body cradling mine, and I settle in the crook of his arm, inhaling his masculine scent. I'm thinking about all the wrong things. Our parents, our life together. How everything changed in the blink of an eye. How they must still blame me for everything that's happened even though it wasn't my fault. "Do you miss them? My mom and your dad?"
"I do," Kade says, absentmindedly running his fingers through my hair. "I miss them a lot."
"Mom wouldn't like this," I remind him, and he groans. I realize I'm sabotaging whatever I was hoping would happen between us tonight, but I can't help it. My mother's judging stare is permanently ingrained in my memory, warning me about Kade. "She wouldn't want us sleeping in the same bed."
Kade's fingers tighten in my hair. "I want to do so much more than just sleep in your bed, June."
"We shouldn't," I breathe.
Kade gently pushes me on my back. Suddenly he's on top of me, his knee between my legs, his hands cupping my face as he whispers, "Then fucking stop me, Junebug."
The old nickname he used to have for me fucking hurts, and I close my eyes tightly to chase away all those forbidden memories in my head. Lusting after him, wanting him all those years... they've made my mind into a mess. I can't help but want Kade. He's the forbidden fruit... And I'm done resisting him.
Before he can stop me, I crush my lips against his. He deepens our kiss almost instantly, passionately taking kiss after kiss from my willing lips. And I let him, my body molding against his as he pulls me on top of him again.
I straddle him. Beneath my pussy, right under the wet spot I'm sure is forming on my pajama pants, Kade's cock hardens, pulsating. I want him so much I could scream. But we can't fuck. We can't, we just can't. Not until I tell him my secret... The one I've kept for so long because at this point, it's just fucking embarrassing.
"Take your shirt off," he tells me, his voice dark and tinted with the desire we both feel.
As if I'm in a trance, I pull the shirt off. My tits bounce free, and Kade groans at the sight of them. His pupils dilate as he inspects me, reaching up to touch my naked body. But I'm not ready for it, not yet.
I grab his hands and put them back on the bed. "Keep them there. Just look."
He curses softly as I begin to play with myself, fingers finding my nipples. I've never played with myself really, was always consumed with the guilt and shame of knowing I want it like this... rough, dark, primal. And as my fingers twist my own nipples into painful buds, I mewl Kade's name out loud, hoping he'll forget the rules I've set for us and just fucking take what he wants.
He must be a mind reader. Thirty seconds and my nipples are hard, rosy peaks. One minute and Kade's grabbed me. I yelp as he tugs my pants off, exposing inch after inch of pale flesh.
"Kade," I manage, squirming to get away. "Wait, please... I..."
But before I can finish, he's between my legs. My heart pounds as his lips kiss their way from my hipbones to the dark line of hairs running down to my untouched pussy.
"I'm not going to fuck you tonight," he tells me, and my heart soars with relief and falls with disappointment at the same time. "But I am going to taste you. I'm going to drink from that little hole between your legs like a tap, Junebug, and you can't do anything to stop me."
I feel frozen. Kade's eyes never move from mine as he begins kissing me. I cry out loud as his tongue parts my folds and licks insistently at my most private parts.
"Kade, please," I whisper. "Don't make me..."
I don't get to finish my sentence because the pleasure overwhelms me. My hands fist into the bedsheets, and I pull at them desperately, trying to break free from the rules our parents set for us. I want to relax. I want to give him what he wants. But it's so fucking hard to let go when all I can think about is—
"Spread your legs," Kade says hoarsely. "Wide as you fucking can, June, right the fuck now."
I obey on an instinct. This time, when his mouth returns to my cunt, he's not kind anymore. No, he's demanding, every bit as dark and intense as I always knew him to be. He licks, sucks, and bites me so close to an orgasm I'm on the verge of tears.
"Don't!" I cry out. "Don't, it's wrong, it's so wrong..."
"Wrong?" Kade hisses, glaring at me. "How can it be wrong when it feels like the only right thing in the world, Junebug?"