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I couldn’t kiss my stepsister. That wasn’t right.
But, I had wanted to. I couldn’t stop staring at her all evening, especially after catching a glimpse of the true Stella while we were shopping this week. When she stormed into the office upset at Greyson, I felt a surge of pride in my ability to protect her. When she had appeared in the doorway earlier this evening, I felt a tug in my gut at how luscious she looked.
I had wanted to kiss her, but I didn’t.
“Why the hell didn’t I kiss her?”
I flopped down on my bed and groaned before I slung my arm over my face. What the hell was happening to me? Why was I feeling this way for Stella? Why the fuck didn’t I just kiss her and get it over with? I’m sure if I did, my entire body would reel with disgust, and that would be that.
I just needed to prove to my body that this isn’t what it wanted.
“Maybe I just need sleep,” I said with a groan.
But then, I heard my door slowly creak open. My arm slipped from my eyes as I stared up at the dark ceiling, and I listened as my door latched quietly behind the moving figure. I knew exactly who it was, but I still wasn’t willing to admit it to myself. Stella was creeping into my room. And she was looking for me.
It was only when I felt her slip into bed beside me that my entire body began to thunder with electricity.
“Stella?” I asked.
“Yeah?”
“Are you alright?” I asked.
“I’m not sure,” she said.
I turned around and faced her. In the moonlight, I saw her light green eyes dancing between mine. My hand reached out and brushed a small strand of hair behind her ear, and it caused her hand to fall lightly onto my hip. I shivered underneath the cool, soft touch of her palm, and she scooted herself so close I could feel her heart pounding against my chest.
“What’s happening?” she asked.
“I don’t know, Stella,” I said.
And when she leaned her lips closer to mine, I closed the distance before I slid my hand to the back of her neck.
Chapter Sixteen
Stella
His lips tasted like the dinner I couldn’t remember. His hand slid to the back of my neck, cradling me close against his body, and for the first time, I felt fully comforted in the arms of a man. I slid on top of his body, feeling his muscular chest flush against mine, and my body heated up as his hand caressed down my back.
His touches were light and hesitant, debating on touching the boundary my body was so willing to cross.
My tongue danced in the depths of his mouth as his hands cupped my ass. I couldn’t help but grind against him, feeling his strong legs thrust up into me while his cock grew larger and larger against my clothed pussy. His tongue slowly grazed the roof of my mouth, pulling a moan from my throat. His hands moved up my body as his nimble fingers expertly unhooked the bra that was in the way.
But when he slipped it down my arms, I sat up on top of him so he could see all of me.
; His eyes devoured me in his hungry gaze. I watched those beautiful blue eyes darken, like a roaring storm coming in from the Atlantic, and his hands reached up to massage my puckered nipples.
My breaths turned to pants as he rolled my breasts around in his hands. My hips moved against him as his cock throbbed between my legs. Christian raised up, capturing my lips with his as his hands pressed against my back, and all I could do was melt into him as he slowly turned me over and sunk my back to the bed.
Suddenly, his lips got hungry. The light kisses he sprinkled all over my face turned rougher as he moved down to my neck, sucking on my skin between his teeth. My panting turned to moans, tumbling from my lips with every bite he placed on my neck. My hands were everywhere as they ran over his taut skin, pulled tightly over the twitching muscles I could feel underneath my fingernails.
“Christian,” I said breathlessly. “Please.”
He kissed down my body before he ran his tongue around my nipples. I could feel myself dripping into my panties as his hands caressed every inch of my skin. He found places I’d never been touched, nooks and crannies that had been unexplored by a man’s tongue. He ran his tongue along my waistline, smirking against my skin as I jumped, and all the while his fingers worked my panties off my body.
I wanted to feel his tongue against my legs. I wanted him to part my pussy folds and lick me into next week. I wanted to ride that face I’d grown to adore over the past few days, and I wanted to feel his strong arms pin me to the bed as he fucked me stupid.
