Page 34 of Collision of Winters
Wade Winters
That’s deliberate.
Right?
My eyes flashed open, and I automatically grabbed on to what was trying to back up against me. In this case, Kayden. Who was…awake? Asleep? It was still dark out. His shift had felt so swift and purposeful, yet his breathing pattern indicated he was dead to the world.
Fuck.
I flexed my fingers on his hip, and something suddenly simmered with heat inside me. Good Christ, he was too close. His back to my chest, his sweet little ass pressed against my cock, and my arm had ended up under his head at some point. He was right fucking here, in my arms, where he fit perfectly.
I closed my eyes again, and I drew a deep breath.
What I wouldn’t give to just…
Goddamn, I wanted him.
I recognized that the cobwebs of sleep had a hold on me, to the point where my guard was lowered, and I didn’t care. In fact, so be it. It gave me a defense, something to blame, for not easing away.
Instead, I slipped my hand to his front and let it rest along his stomach, and I released a breath and sank into a pool of desire and sleep. I soaked up his warmth and held him to me.
I’d been a heavy sleeper once upon a time.
Three deployments had fucked that up for me. These days, I woke at the faintest sound, like the dogs moseying from one spot to another, like the rain hitting the windowpane back home on my ranch, like a car pulling into the driveway.
Like the sound of Kayden’s breath hitching.
I became acutely aware of how I was wrapped around him, but he was the one shifting against my cock.
What are you doing to me?
If I didn’t already know he was awake, his shaky exhale would have given him away. Which meant he was doing this on fucking purpose, and he definitely wanted something other than a platonic safe space to let go of his adult filters.
It wasn’t as dark out, but I could hope he fell back asleep.
Or hope he didn’t…
I was screwed.
What was his plan here? To rile me up in my sleep, and then I’d be too turned on to deny him?
It took a lot more than lust and a hard cock to sway me. My problem was that my brain was as fucked over as the rest of me. Every part of me wanted him, and I wasn’t sure I could go back at this point. Especially after the day we’d spent togetheryesterday. His mind was addictive, his sense of humor was all mischief and goofy jokes that never failed to make me smile, and he was a damn sweetheart. Caring and compassionate.
A moment later, he shifted again, but this was different. He carefully squirmed out of my embrace. Worry struck immediately—what if he was uncomfortable? But then I watched him shield himself, or rather his lower body, as he scurried out of the room.
I swallowed against the dryness in my throat and gave my cock a squeeze.
I could hear him through the wall in the bathroom, specifically the water hitting the basin. There couldn’t be much left in the tank. I was supposed to have refilled it yesterday. Was he splashing it on his face to cool down? Was he going to jerk off? Was he at war with himself?
Fuck my life.
I’d fallen asleep again?
I woke up, groggy and disoriented, and squinted toward the door. The smell of coffee had returned, and Kayden was busy in the kitchen. Was he okay? How much time had passed? Considering I could also smell freshly baked bread, he must’ve been up a while, and I couldn’t believe I’d slept through the sounds of him putting together a dough.
I sat up and rubbed my eyes with the heels of my hands, and then I reached over to the bedside table and grabbed my watch. I checked the time as I put it on. Christ, almost nine in the morning.
The edges of the window were covered in snow, but the weather looked to have calmed down.
