He says it simply, but his tone still manages to seep into my pores and ignites my cheeks. “But I don’t know how.”
“I’ll teach you, eventually. For now, show me what you’ve got.”
I drag in an inhale and step closer. Slowly, I reach for his tie, but he slaps my hand away. Heat prickles across my skin and I snatch my hand away, glaring at his amused expression. “Ouch!”
“Don’t be a baby,” he teases, smiling slightly.
I almost falter in my movements. I don’t believe it. Is Master Kade being playful with me? I reach out for him again, for his hand this time and he smacks me away again. Each time he does it, his wolfish smile grows wider. Pulling away, I caress the back of my hand.
“You’re going to slap me every time I get something wrong?”
He shrugs one shoulder as he fingers the end of his tie. “If you’re lucky, I’ll pinch your nipples, too.” I take a small step back and he smiles victoriously. “I’ll give you a tip. Removing clothes is stage two.”
There are stages? “Stage two?”
He nods. “There are four stages of sex; seduction, removing clothes, foreplay, and sex.”
I frown. How is this so hard? How can he have me on my back in seconds with no protest on my part but I barely affect him?
“What do I do?”
“You don’t touch, not at first. Seduction is in the way you talk and walk. You have to make me want you before your skin comes into contact with mine.” He steps away and I breathe easier. “The initial contact should light a fire under me, propel my actions.”
“You touched me.”
“I wasn’t trying to seduce you.”
I fold my arm tightly across my chest. “Then what were you doing?”
Kade’s eyes narrow and he steps closer. He snatches my wrists in his hands and I wince as he pries my arms apart and pushes them behind my back… where they should be. I don’t know what it is about him that makes me forget everything I was taught. Maybe it’s the way his jet black hair sits on his head or the width of his broad shoulders. Maybe it’s his full, kissable lips, or his height, or the way his crisp shirt clings to his chest that makes me want to abandon everything I’ve learnt and just go for it—go for him. I clasp my hands together, but I don’t look away from him.
“I was having fun,” he states, adjusting the fabric rolled to his elbow. “Now try again.”
I step closer and reach out for the one millionth time. He pulls his hand up and brings it down to slap me. Before he does, I snatch his wrist. The forced contact of his skin has me inhaling sharply. The touch alone is enough to spur me on—and it does. I throw his arm away and launch myself at him. My body crashes into his and before he can tell me to stop, I press my lips to his mouth. My blood hums—buzzes—with power, as if I’ve smeared my body in honey and laid down on an ant nest. It’s a power I can feel infecting me, addicting me. Kade grips my hips and parts his lips, allowing me to slip my tongue inside. I taste him as thoroughly as I can before he decides to stop this. This, what I’m doing, is forbidden—punishable by death, usually. To touch a Fortunate so erotically on my own whim, for my own pleasure, is suicide. A week ago, I’d be petrified, but I get the feeling Kade won’t do a thing about this. He likes it. I can feel it in the way his skin hums against mine. He likes this—me—he likes me being in charge. I marvel over the controlling, commanding Kaden Sario being awfully passive, letting me touch him—taste him—however I want.
“Careful, Unfortunate,” he murmurs against my lips. “Actions like that will get you killed.”
“But you like it,” I counter, my breath clashing with his. “You like this, don’t you?”
The words tumble from my mouth before I have time to clear it with my brain and I’d kick myself if I wasn’t so tightly wound. I don’t know what came over me. I wanted to grab him, to crush my body against his and feel his hard muscles against me… so I did and it was the most empowering thing I’ve ever done in my life. Adrenaline is pumping through my veins, spreading like wildfire and I’m unable to stop it. He swallows hard, never dropping his stare from mine. I can see it in his eyes, in the way he looks at me. He’s excited and conflicted all at once.
“What I like doesn’t matter.”
“It could,” I whisper, dragging my bottom lip across his. “I only want to please you… you can have me all to yourself.”
His fingers tighten around my hips and dig into the flesh. My breath hitches as his tongue slips out and glides across mine. I gasp as he squeezes my hips and twists me around, pressing my back into him.