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I didn’t even realize that I had probably been staring for a full-on minute when Cain looke
d over at me, a smaller smile hanging from his face. “You’re doing that staring thing again,” he teased.
My eyebrows crept together at that comment, “What staring thing?”
He let out another small laugh, and I kind of wanted to throw it in my pocket.
“That staring thing you do when you don’t think I’m paying attention,” Cain explained.
“Umm…I think someone needs to get his ego checked,” I nudged him playfully in the arm. “One, I don’t stare. And two, even if I did, what makes you think I’d waste it on someone who looks like they spend their spare time running over baby bunnies?” For bonus effect, I raised one eyebrow.
I watched his eyes widen as he looked at me, right before he threw his head back and let out a deep, rich laugh. He looked back over, “Baby bunnies? Where the hell do you even get this stuff?”
Waggling my eyebrows, I shrugged. “T.V.”
He snorted, and I turned fully so that my body was facing his entirely now. “No, seriously. T.V. can teach you a lot of things, my friend. For instance, when I was fourteen and I heard that Billy Jameson wanted to kiss me, I watched Beverly Hills 90210 for a solid afternoon.”
“And…?” Cain asked, with questioning eyes.
“Aaaand, not only did I learn how to kiss…,” I paused dramatically, before gesturing him to come closer, as if I planned on telling him my biggest, darkest secret. When he complied, I brought my face super close to his and whispered mischievously, “I learned how to French.”
Exuberant shock took over his features, and that earlier smile built a home in his voice as he asked, “And what did this Billy think?”
“Well,” I replied, tossing my hair back and having fun with this game we were playing. “He thought that I kissed way better than the sophomore girls.”
“Did he?”
It was such a quiet question. And for some reason, the low way Cain spoke those words were beginning to crack through the innocence of the moment we had just shared.
Our faces were still close together when I managed a small nod, a new kind of moment shocking through the lessening space between us.
His lips grazed mine first, and it was such a soft feeling that I knew if I had blinked, I wouldn’t have even felt it.
Until he gave me a second one.
This time, he ran his lips back and forth across mine, as if asking some arbitrary question. Looking back at that moment, I knew that I should've stopped it.
Ended it.
Started it on fire.
Torn it to shreds so that later, I could delve into the trash can and piece it all back together.
Instead, I sucked in a demanding breath and took his bottom lip between mine. Biting down lightly, I heard him softly growl right before feeling his hand lightly gripping the nape of my neck.
And that’s when he decided to throw gasoline on his next kiss.
Cain pulled my head back slightly, and then completely took over. His mouth softly worked at mine at first, until I took another breath, and he used that to his advantage, as his tongue stole in and caressed over mine.
Jesus, he tastes fucking awesome.
It was a mixture of mint and honey, and fuck me…I wanted a lot more.
Bringing my arms up to grip his biceps, I leaned in and took back the advantage as I found a new angle for his mouth. Kissing him and sucking hard on his tongue, I felt his hands grip the skin that showed above my low-slung pants.
And then I was being flipped.
I was on my back, and Cain now had the advantage again as he settled over me and brought my arms up above my head.
