Page 91 of Hide and Seek

A soft moan falls from his lips, and an answering one falls from mine when he places shaking hands on my waist and squeezes me through the layers of my clothes.

Keeping my kisses light and exploratory, I cup his face and gently stroke my thumbs over his cheeks. His skin is soft, and the rasp of his stubble against my fingers is as hot as I thought it would be.

Then, he takes the initiative and deepens our kisses with a soft stroke of his tongue against mine.

One of his hands slips under the back of my sweater and slides along my t-shirt. I pull myself up to my full height and force him to tilt his head back so I can take control of the kiss. His whimper is loud and desperate, and I fight the urge to pin him to the nearest wall so I can devour his mouth and make him mine the way my body is screaming at me to.

Until Myles, I never understood the appeal of kissing, and it was nothing more than a facet of foreplay that people expected me to do. I didn’t hate it, but I didn’t enjoy it and didn’t really see the point of it.

But now that I have Myles against me, and under me, I don’t want to stop kissing him. I want to devour him, own him, and brand him from the inside so he knows exactly who he belongs to.

But not yet. That’s not what this is about.

Reining in my arousal, I slow our kisses until they’re nothing more than soft nips and teasing pecks. When I finally pull away, Myles’s eyes stay closed for a few beats before fluttering open.

I smile as he blinks up at me with dazed and glassy eyes. The usual soft green is as bright as an emerald, and his lips are already pink and kiss-swollen. He looks utterly wrecked, and it’s all because of me.

“Wow,” he says in a breathy voice that makes my already hard dick pulse and throb. “That was…wow.”

“Yeah.” I press a soft kiss against his jaw, then another on his neck just under it. “It was.”

He draws in a shuddering breath, then lets out a low moan when I give the tender skin over his pulse point a teasing bite.

“I don’t understand,” he says dazedly when I pull back.

“What don’t you understand?”

“You gave me all the clues to figure out who you are. The cabin, the question about the flaw in my code. Those weren’t an accident.”

I shake my head. “Nope. Not an accident.”

“But why?”

“Why would I give you clues about who I am?”

He nods.

“Because I wanted you to figure it out.”

The corners of his lips lift in a smile. “Yeah?”

I nod and gently run my thumb along his bottom lip.

“All that stuff you said before about hierarchy and how we’re worlds apart. Do you really believe that?” I rest my thumb against his cheek, but don’t let go of my hold on him.

“Yeah, of course.”

“I’ll let you in on a little secret.” I put my lips next to his ear. “None of it is true.”

He blinks up at me when I pull back.

“But—”

I silence him with a kiss.

“I’m not going to lie to you and pretend I don’t have privilege at this school because I do. But the difference between me andthe other assholes in my position is that I don’t give a shit about any of this. You say I have a million friends, but I only have three, and they’re all related to me.”

Gently, I trace my thumb over the skin just under his lower lip.