Total pages in book: 211
Estimated words: 201554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1008(@200wpm)___ 806(@250wpm)___ 672(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 201554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1008(@200wpm)___ 806(@250wpm)___ 672(@300wpm)
“Yes,” I say, tangling my fingers into her hair. “I wanted to be here, just like I want to be right here, right now—with you.” My mouth slants over hers, and I kiss her again, a deep thrust of tongue that’s as unforgiving as my father would be if it came down to choosing her or Isaac. It’s all about demand and I expect her to push back, to give me the rejection that sends her to the door and me to the fucking airport. That’s not what I get.
Her hand on my chest doesn’t push me away. She moans and her elbow softens, those perfect curves I’d admired from a distance now pressed nice and close, right up to the moment she jerks back. “My God. What are we doing? You’re my stepbrother.”
I walk her back against the wall again, my hands caressing up her ribcage. “I told you,” I say, unlace the strings binding the front of her bodice, and exposing her naked braless breasts; beautiful, full, perfect breasts, stroking my thumbs over her plump rosy nipples. “I’m not your fucking brother. Not now. Not ever.” I cup her face, lean in and my mouth finds her mouth, and if she thought my tongue unforgiving before, it’s downright brutal now. Because it’s in my blood. It’s who I am, who I was born to be. A bastard who wants her. A bastard who will demand everything she will give me and then leave when it’s over.
A soft, sexy sound slides from her lips, so damn sexy, my cock twitches, expanding beneath my zipper. As if she knows, she presses her hand to my crotch and holy fuck, I need inside this woman. I push off the wall and shrug out of my jacket, my gaze raking over truly spectacular breasts. Her teeth scrape her bottom lip, and she moans softly at my inspection. I want her to moan again. And I want that mouth on my body. I want my mouth on her body.
I toss my jacket, and don’t give two fucks where it lands, rip away my tie away, and she shows no signs of running away, as I half expect she will. She closes the small space between us, her delicate fingers fiddling with the buttons to my shirt, working them free, and when there’s a deep enough gap, I reach behind me, and tug the damn thing over my head.
By the time it’s on the ground, she’s touching me all over, no inhibitions, which is fine as fuck by me, until one of her pretty little hands slides down to my crotch, and I react. I slow things down before I fuck her and this is over, and when it is, I’m gone. I’m not ready to be gone which is why I turn her to the wall, and force her hands to its surface, drag the top of her dress down to her waist, and only then do I nestle her sweet little ass to my rock-hard cock, and press my lips at her ear.
“You saw me watching you across the pool.”
“Of course I saw you. You wanted me to see you.”
“Yes. I did. And I wanted you to know I wanted to fuck you. I wanted you to know I wanted you naked.” I press my hands under her dress, and slide it over her hips and to her feet. I lift her and kick it away, taking a moment to appreciate just how perfect her heart-shaped ass is before I give it a smack.
She gasps, and I yank away the little string of silk between her cheeks, and then turn her to face me, my fingers tangle in her hair. “And since you’re here,” I add, “I will assume you got that message loud and clear.”
“I’m still angry and you’re still an arrogant asshole, but apparently it doesn’t matter, but why don’t you fuck me before I come to my senses.”
I press my cheek to one side of her face, my hand to the other, my lips by her ear. “I promise to use my tongue in all the right places to make sure you have no regrets.”
She pants out a breath that tells me my words affect her and I’m right there when she does, kissing her again, drinking her in, and damn she tastes good; one part innocence, one part wicked bad girl.
I could just fuck her right here against the wall, sate this damn craving for her I’ve had since the moment I saw her by that pool. And if she was anyone else I would. But not her, and not for any reason I can explain.
I scoop her up and carry her through the living area to the bedroom, because hell, I don’t know, it just feels like I should fuck her on the bed. Once we’re in the bedroom, I set her on her feet in front of the mattress and I fold her to me, my hand sliding under her hair and cupping her neck, controlling her. “This is where I lick and you come on my tongue.”