on the table, acting like whatever that conversation was doesn't matter. He sits back down in front of me, and I sigh.
"I think I'm going to spend tonight at home."
His eyes widen. "Really?"
I nod. "I can't avoid my house forever, and I can't let Cade, who has only lived there for a little over a month, keep me away."
"Okay, well, if you change your mind, you know you can come right back here."
"Thanks, Colb."
"Anytime, babe."
WALKING THROUGH THE FRONT door, the last thing I expected was for Cade to come out of the kitchen wearing only a pair of sweatpants. They hang low on his hips, showing off his Adonis vee. Fuck, okay. Maybe I was better off staying at Colby's.
His eyes meet mine, and he stops. "Where have you been?"
"I told you," I say as I shut the door behind me. "I was at Colby's."
"For three days?"
"Yep."
As I go to walk by, he steps right in my way. "What were you two doing?"
Here we go with the jealous and possessive again. If I didn't find it so irritatingly hot, it would get on my nerves. I smirk deviously as I run my finger down his torso.
"Everything." I moisten my lips with my tongue. "Including lots and lots of s...crabble."
He lets out a breath, almost as if he's relieved that it isn't what he thought, and it makes me laugh.
"When you're ready to talk, and not avoid me like a scared little boy, come find me."
It looks like he wants to argue, but I don't give him a chance as I move around him and head upstairs. When I get into my room, I throw myself on my bed. Colby's house is great, but there really is no place like home. I've missed the comfort of my own room.
WHY IS IT THAT some sex scenes in movies look so real, while others are obviously fake? I swear, I think in some they actually have sex and then just lie and say they don't. Otherwise, they'll end up being classified as X-rated. It's practically softcore porn.
Thoughts of the party the other night play through my mind for the millionth time, and my center clenches around nothing. Is it wrong that I want him this bad? Who am I kidding? Of course it is. We're practically related, but my body doesn't seem to care about that. All it wants is him. His hands, his tongue, his cock.
Unable to resist anymore, I reach into my nightstand and pull out the vibrator Tessa bought me for my birthday. I haven't used it yet, but I did take it out of the packaging. Slipping under the covers, I slide the vibrator under my shorts and panties.
As soon as I turn it on, I flinch at the contact. It's intense, but feels good as I hold it against my clit. I close my eyes and press my head back into the pillow, imagining Cade being the one doing this to me. I picture his abs that are perfectly toned from surfing all the time, and the way he pulled my hair the other night and demanded control. Fuck, I shouldn't like it, but I do.
"Cade," I moan softly. "Fuck, Cade."
"This is not what I thought you meant by talking."
My eyes jolt open to find the devil himself leaning against my doorway, with his arms crossed over his chest and a cocky grin on his face. I quickly turn off the vibrator and toss it aside.
"Please, don't stop on my account."
I scoff. "Haven't you ever heard of knocking?"
He takes a step inside. "And miss the show? What fun would that be?"
I'm about to snap back when I see it. His cock is rock hard and straining against his sweatpants. Did I do that? I mean, I had to, right? What else would have made him have that reaction while standing in my room?
It could be the overwhelming number of hormones rushing through my body, or the sexual frustration that he interrupted me before I could finish, but I get a sudden urge to be confident and daring. I slip out of my bed and walk toward him. When we're chest to chest, I look up, and my eyes lock with his.
Neither one of us move, testing our own restraints, but I can tell he wants this. His pupils are blown, and his body is tense. Unable to wait any longer, I lunge forward, and our mouths collide.
He kisses me with the same intensity that I give. The grip