I close my eyes, more nervous than I’ve ever been in my life.
Dayton Copeland just fucked me senseless, and now he wants to cuddle.
Before my eyes even open, regret slithers through me. I did something bad last night.
Something tall and dark and broody and sexy andreallybad.
I slept with my stepbrother last night.
Dayton is curled around me, his fist is in my hair, and his erection is poking my ass. Unwinding myself from him is going to be difficult, but I feel like I can’t breathe.
I’m attempting to untwirl my hair from his grasp when he starts moving. More specifically, his hips start grinding into me.
Oh no.
His free hand is already gliding between my thighs, finding the sensitive bud of my clit. I try to wiggle away because I know as soon as he makes contact, I won’t be able to say no.
The rough pads of his fingers barely drag across my clit.
Fuck.
I’m a slave to the sensual perusal of his fingertips. Even though he’s had very limited time exploring my body, he’s already mapped out each and every nerve ending.
“Good morning,” he growls into my ear.
His fingers find the top of my waistband and ease under the elastic. A sigh escapes my lips.
What’s one more time going to hurt?
He must sense my surrender because he flips me over and slides down my body, pushing my shirt up to gain access. I suck in a breath when he finds my nipple with his tongue. A moan when his teeth scrape over it.
“Dayton, please …”
“Hmm, yes?”
I need him to take that action south right now. I thread my fingers through his dark hair and pull. I feel him smile against me.
“I want you to use your words this morning.”
“Touch me,” I beg.
“I am touching you.”
His fingers have found my wet heat again, but there’s a fabric barrier. His tongue is lazily circling my right nipple, and the teasing is going to drive me wild.
“You’re mean.”
He chuckles, but doesn’t change what he’s doing; he just switches sides. His knee moves between my legs.
“You’re sweet in the morning. I wonder if you taste sweet.”
“You’ll have to find out.” I bite my lower lip, lifting my hips to try and grind against his thigh.
He presses me back down to the bed and slides down until his face is level with my vagina. He nibbles me through my boy shorts. I gasp.
“I love your scent. I want to bathe in it.”
If I didn’t know better, I would say he’s starting to sound like maybe he’s thought about this a few times. But I know that can’t be true.
