The Secrets We Hide (The Four #2) - Becca Steele Page 0,16

I was waiting and hoping for the same thing to happen.

Sitting next to him now, his thigh pressed against mine, sent shivers up and down my body, my breath growing shallow as he leaned in to whisper in my ear.

“I fucking hate this,” he rasped.

“Me too.” My voice was the barest whisper as I turned to look at him. “I just—I need to know you trust me.”

He bent his head closer to mine, his breath skating across my lips. “I know.” It would have been so easy to lean forwards and kiss him. Was I making a mistake in saying we should just be friends? Should I try to provoke him into action?

Before I could lose myself in my own head, Caiden was moving away from me, leaning back against the sofa and closing his eyes. I slumped back, still next to him, but the distance between us felt huge.

Pulling on a hoodie, Cassius came to stand in front of me. With a gleam in his eye, he tugged the hood up over his head and put on a deep, sinister voice. “We’re gathered here today to initiate you, Winter Huntington, into the cult of—”

“Cass? Shut the fuck up.” Caiden rolled his eyes, and Cassius smirked at him, pulling his hood back down.

“Chill, mate. I’m just fucking around while we wait for Z. Where is he, anyway?” he muttered, as Weston entered the room, Kinslee following behind him. “West? Have you seen— Never mind.” Zayde appeared in the doorway, holding a tray in his hands.

“What the fuck are you meant to be? The butler?” Cassius eyed him.

“Shut up, dickhead.” Weston cuffed him round the back of the head.

“You’re gonna pay for that.”

I tuned out their bickering and watched as Zayde came closer, placing the tray on the coffee table.

Well.

I wasn’t expecting that.

NINE

I smirked at Winter’s sharp intake of breath as she stared at the tray, her eyes wide and confused. Zayde had given me a heads-up, so I knew what to expect, but I guess Winter hadn’t seen what was in the bag that Creed had given to him.

Leaning forwards to take a closer look, my thigh brushed against Winter’s again, and she shivered. Fuck, it was driving me crazy being so close to her and not being able to touch her. I wasn’t going to deny myself anymore. Brushing her silky hair away from her face, I lined my lips up with her ear. “You okay there, Snowflake?” I murmured, trailing my hand down through her hair, down her back, and around her waist, pulling her closer to me. She sat statue still the whole time, but her shallow, quickened breathing gave her away.

“Y-yes,” she managed to croak, her tongue darting out to lick her pouty lips. Fuck. I needed those lips wrapped around my cock. In fact, I needed to be buried inside her, fucking her until she was screaming my name. My dick stirred, hardening in my jeans, and I shuffled, trying to get myself under control.

Winter’s head turned and her eyes darted down to my jeans, and she gave a gasp, her eyes widening even further. “Cade…” Her voice was tortured.

“It’s what you do to me.” I pulled her even closer so she was pressed right up against me, and she stared into my eyes. So many different emotions played across her face—I wondered what she was thinking.

She took a deep breath, and I could see the moment she came to a decision because a gleam came into her eyes, a wicked smile curving her lips. Leaning into me, she put her hand on my thigh, so fucking close to my cock that I had to bite back a groan. “You know what you need to do.” Her voice in my ear was a sultry purr, her hand inching further up my thigh. “Let go, and trust me. That’s all I’m asking for.” Her lips brushed against my ear, her words taunting me. “Do you know what you do to me? Do you know how wet I am for you right now?”

Fucking hell.

I whipped my head around so fast that our lips brushed, before she could move. “You little cock tease,” I growled, then before I knew it, my mouth was on hers, and she was kissing me back.

“No!” She pushed me away with an effort, both of us breathing heavily. “That wasn’t fair. You don’t get to kiss me yet.”

I chuckled darkly. “What did you think was going to happen, when you were practically fondling