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We stare at each other in the darkness. The space between us is electric and filled with the smell of night air and the delicate scent of flowers. There’s a jasmine creeper in the garden below.
“Have you been standing beneath my bedroom window?” I whisper.
“Every fucking night,” he says, reaching behind his head to grasp his T-shirt and pull it off in one smooth motion.
I swallow a moan at the sight of his naked torso. His broad shoulders and the muscles of his stomach catch the silvery half-light in the room, and my mouth waters. The man who’s so obsessed with me is achingly beautiful. I drink in the ink on his chest, and the long, shiny scars the gravel left on his shoulder. His handsome face. There are fine lines on his forehead. By his eyes. He looks every single one of his thirty-six years. Too old for me, but I don’t care. I just don’t care. Before I know what I’m doing, I’m reaching for him, and there’s a dangerous, hungry expression in his eyes as I stroke his warm flesh.
I hook my finger into the silver chain around his neck and drag him down to me. He moves slowly, dropping onto one elbow and then the other, letting me feel the weight of him on my body.
Anger and desire stream through me. “You did it. You’ve tricked me into wanting you, and now I’m just as fucked up as you are. I never would have let you touch me like that in the warehouse if you’d shown me your face.”
He laughs softly. “Yes, you would. Sooner or later.”
“Arrogant bastard,” I snarl, even though I know he’s right.
He covers my mouth with his in a hard, hungry kiss, parting my lips with his tongue and thrusting deep. I moan against him and arch my back.
This is crazy.
This is so wrong.
Dad and my brothers and sisters are sleeping just down the hall and on either side of my bedroom, and I’m in here with Uncle Kristian. The shock and disgust on their faces if one of them walked in here and caught us would burn me into a pile of cinders from shame.
Uncle Kristian grasps my jaw in his hand and makes me look at him. “I’ve already tasted you. Your body gave up its secrets to me because you want me too. I know how you sound when you come, how you feel so sweetly clenching on my finger, and I’ll never fucking forget it.”
We both watch his fingers brush my long hair out on the pillows, the silver ring on his pinkie glinting in the moonlight.
His hand slips down my body, slides over my belly, and curves around my sex. Two of his fingers rub me firmly over my clothes, and the sensation ricochets from my clit and rebounds around my body.
“You deserve something good,” he murmurs. “Something just for you. That’s why I’m here. Just for you, princess.”
Emotional pain slices through me so swiftly that I inhale sharply. I hate it when he reminds me that I’m so unhappy.
“I’ll take care of you from now on,” he murmurs, brushing his lips lightly over mine. “I’ll give you everything you need, and I’ll make it so, so good for you.” He presses a kiss to my throat.
He pushes his hand down the inside of my pants, and groans when his fingers touch wetness. The most decadent sound I’ve ever heard. I’m shockingly slippery against his fingers and embarrassment burns in my cheeks.
“Tell me what you need, princess.”
“You,” I sob, clinging to his shoulders.
Victory flashes through his eyes. “Tell me more. I need my girl to say what’s making her pant so hard and get so wet because I’ve been dreaming about you for years, and I have to know it’s not just me who’s being driven out of his mind every time we’re near each other.”
I don’t know how to talk about sex and obsession and the darker side of love, but Uncle Kristian makes me want to try. “I can’t think about anything but you when you’re close to me, and even when you’re not. My world feels ten times crazier with you in it, like I’m walking into a lion’s den and begging him to eat me alive.”
“But?” he insists, slowly circling my clit.
“But…” I squeeze my eyes shut for a second, feeling like I’m standing on a precipice. “I still want you. I want you so much.”
Uncle Kristian groans again and slants his mouth over mine in a devouring kiss. His tongue parts my lips and plunges inside my mouth. I open wider and welcome him as I wrap my arms around his neck and my thighs around one of his legs and squeeze. His fingers roll firmly against my clit and white-hot sparks cascade through me.
This man.
He’s the only man for me.
Pulling his hand out of my shorts, he grasps the hem of my loose pajama top and pushes it up slowly. Agonizingly slowly. Looking from my face to my gradually revealed flesh. Without thinking twice I flex my back so it’s easier for him to move it, and then my breasts are completely exposed.
He dips his head to suck one of my nipples into his mouth, and then the other, and heat flashes down to my core. Wet now, they pucker up and he runs his tongue over my sensitized flesh.
