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God, why did he have to be so tall?
And sexy.
Heat curled in my gut from the memory of his mouth on my body and the wicked things he did with his tongue.
Something was seriously wrong with me.
“She was?” I asked, trying to bring my focus back to our conversation. I knew there was more to it than that. My mom never did anything without an ulterior motive.
He cocked his head side to side. “Well, probably only because it directly benefits her that I’m here. No offense, but your mom is pretty self-absorbed. I wouldn’t be giving out my daughter’s address to a guy I just met, no matter if he’s her new husband’s son or not. No offense,” he tacked on, as if I could be offended by somebody acknowledging how selfish my mom was.
“None taken. So, how does this benefit her exactly?”
“She wants us to plan a reception for them to celebrate their marriage with their close friends and family. She thought it would be a goodbondingexperience for us.”
I didn’t miss the way his eyes scanned down my body as he saidbondinglike he was thinking dirty thoughts.
“A reception?” The last thing I needed was to be forced to spend more time with Connor. I was feeling especially weak after my run-in with Peter, and I already knew I wasn’t that strong where Connor was concerned. Just being in his presence now made my knees feel wobbly and my heart race.
He stepped closer, and my skin felt electrified from his nearness. His dark eyes turned heated, and that cocky smirk I should’ve hated, but didn’t, appeared.
“Scared you won’t be able to keep your hands off me?”
Yes.
“You wish,” I said, but there was a tremor in my voice that gave away the truth.
“I do wish,” he murmured. His eyes dropped down to my mouth, and I swore I stopped breathing. “I wish you couldn’t stop thinking about me the way I can’t stop thinking about you.”
Wish granted. I hadn’t stopped thinking about him since he was just an anonymous man who showed me, unlike anyone else, ways my body could fall apart in bliss.
His head dropped slowly down, bringing our faces closer together.
“What are you doing?” I whispered, my voice breathy. Our chests were touching now, and my panties were soaked.
What was the power this man held over me? And why did it have to behimand not someone I wasn’t newly related to?
“I know the stepbrother thing bothers you,” he said, his voice low. His gaze dropped down to where my nipples were hard points that not even my bra could hide. “Or does it turn you on?” He moved his mouth to my ear. “Does it make you wet to think about how naughty it is to take your new stepbrother’s big, fat cock down your throat? Or for him to slam his hard cock inside that nice, tight little pussy of yours?”
A shiver skittered through my body and I closed my eyes. His words were my undoing.
And honestly, I was tired of being the good little girl everyone thought I was. Where had following the rules ever gotten me? Alone and unsure of my future.
But right here, right now, there was something—someone—I could have if I wanted.
And damn did I want him.
He pulled his head back at the same time I opened my eyes, and instead of questioning every thought in my head like I usually did, I followed my instincts. I surged up, my hand wrapping around the back of his neck and pulling his mouth to mine. He didn’t fight it, and I caught the brief smirk before our lips slammed together. He groaned as I licked the seam of his lips and then dipped into his mouth when he parted them. His arms wrapped around my back, holding my body tight against his while he let me control the pace of the kiss.
But not for long.
“Make no mistake, darlin’. I will fuck you right here out in the open if you don’t open that door and get us inside.”
Another shiver slid down my spine and he chuckled. “An exhibitionist, huh? I’ll keep that in mind.”
“I’ve never done anything like that,” I whispered, my inexperience making me vulnerable. Connor had already shoved me so far outside my sexual comfort zone it wasn’t even funny.
His gaze narrowed slightly as he studied my face. I didn’t know what he saw there, but his expression softened, making him look younger and more carefree—tender even. He brushed my hair behind my ear. “Tell you what, anything—and I do meananything—you want to try, I’m game. We’ll explore anything sexual you’ve ever wanted to do.”
