#Chapter 132: Mates

Kadeem shoves me onto the bed as we kiss, his mouth moving against mine, coaxing my tongue into his. The sheets are soft against my skin and they smell of him - a honey and clove musk that's as familiar as it is enticing. By the way, his cabin is much homier than I’d expected. He finally admitted to me this afternoon that Riley had a lot to do with that. I make a mental note to thank her later for the Egyptian cotton. Kadeem sucks gently on my tongue and I capture his top lip in mine. His hands cup and squeeze my breasts, eliciting ragged gasps from me while I wrap my fingers through his hair. The room is dark, with only the blue-toned light cast by the "on" button of a tower fan in the corner, and the phone charger on his nightstand. I’m a lightweight, dizzy from my beer-chugging, and the short fall to his mattress sends me spinning a little faster. Through the visual carousel, I find Kadeem’s dark eyes crinkling as he pauses to smile at me, face alight with bemused affec