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Guys my age are just too immature and clueless, and have no idea what they want in life. But him? He’s pulling no punches, not even trying to keep it a secret that he’s a man who knows what he wants and what he wants, in no uncertain terms, is to absolutely devour me, which only makes me hotter.
He’s a real man who oozes masculinity, and judging from the way he’s eyeing me up and down, he’s already undressing me with his mind. Maybe later I’ll give him a chance to do the same thing for real.
The fantasies in my mind come to a screeching halt as a flash of sanity brings me back to reality. This is my new stepbrother. Good grief, Gina. For at least the next few days we’ll be living together, here in this ridiculous house that has room for about fifty people.
My fantasy-filled brain, which I’m trying so hard to shut off, powers back on with a scenario where he sneaks into my bedroom at night and rips my clothes off. That is if I’m not lying in the bed, already naked waiting for him.
The first thing I need to unpack is my vibrator, that’s for sure. I’ve never given myself completely to anyone, but this man somehow makes me want to tear down those walls and just allow him to slip inside, although slip doesn’t seem like the right word considering the size of the bulge in his rapidly tenting pants.
I wonder how big his cock is at full mast? If it’s the same size as the rest of him? My body quivers at the idea.
“Let’s get everything inside. Gio can show you to your room, Gina,” his father proclaims. Great. A chance to be alone with my new stepbrother. My new incredibly hot stepbrother who looks like he wants to eat me alive.
He glances at my101 Dalmatianssuitcase and then picks it up like it’s as light as a feather, even though I know it weighs well over fifty pounds.
“Follow me, Gina.” He doesn’t wait for an answer and stalks up the stairs. I follow behind, still reeling at the house, although ‘mansion’ would be the more appropriate term. I bet there’s a pool here as well. Heck, there’s probably several pools and different wings with compass naming conventions like ‘West Wing’ and ‘South Wing’. The place looks like it’s literally big enough to contain about twenty bedrooms.
“Put Gina in the blue room,” my father calls out after me. They name the rooms after colors?
When we arrive at the blue room it holds true to its word. Decadent deep blue shades are everywhere, even on the bed. It’s similar to what I’ve read about inFifty Shades, except for the lack of red, but the massive bed and marble bathroom attached make it seem like this is my own apartment, not a small piece of a larger whole. Gio tosses the suitcase on the bed and turns to me. Suddenly I’m very aware that we are alone together and the room falls silent.
My eyes drop submissively yet again, something I’m going to need to work on in his presence. As they trail down my line of sight gets stuck on the massive bulge in his pants, causing my panties to dampen rapidly.
“Here you go,” his deep baritone announces. “My room is right next door…in case you need anything.” His eyes narrow and his nostrils expand as he takes in a deeper breath after those last words, that open-ended suggestion.
I can’t think of anything to say, but I’m surprised at the words that slide off my tongue. “That’s very convenient.”
“Very,” he says matter of factly, and without another word or warning he steps forward, his massive body’s quick movement causing me to step back. I hit the wall in two short steps and suddenly he’s hovering over me again, just like he was downstairs seconds ago.
I feel my hand shaking, then notice my entire body is trembling…but it’s not with fear. It’s the anticipation of wondering what he’s going to do next. His eyes are so damned hypnotic and sensual and now that we’re closer all I want him to do is for him to grind his hips against mine. Where’s that vibrator again?
“I always protect what’s mine. And now that you’re here…” An abrupt stopping to his words mid-sentence is punctuated by his head moving down, quickly closing the distance between mine as his mouth slams into mine, searing me with a kiss as his big hands possessively take hold of my waist.
My stepbrother is kissing me and holy shit is it ever driving me crazy.
I’ve known this guy, this man, for ten minutes and we’ve said five sentences to each other and now he’s kissing me hard enough to make me want to tear my clothes off and give myself to him without a thought.
The kiss is hard, deep and long and our tongues meet in the middle, making my knees weak and my already damp panties move straight to soaking wet. He’s kissing me like he wants to devour me, and it causes my body to melt into his as I moan into his throat.
At this point I wouldn’t even care if our parents walked in.
When our lips finally break apart I immediately see a longing in his eyes, a need, a void that’s been created by the fact that we’re no longer connected. But there’s no time to dwell on it as the sound of footfalls rapidly approaching causes him to quickly take a step back, putting distance between us.
My breath is coming in short pants. He raises his long arm and even though he’s a full step back from me now, his hand is able to find my face, the calloused pads of his fingertips trailing down my cheek.
“Bambina,” slides from his lips as his thumb and forefinger trace the line of my jaw as he studies my features like there’s going to be a pop quiz on them later.
I have no idea what that word means, but I like it. The a on the end of it makes it sound diminutive, small, and the way he says it with such worship makes me feel more special than I’ve ever felt before. His word is almost…fatherly, paternal, and exactly what I’ve needed to hear my entire life even though I might have told myself otherwise.
And now we’re going to be sleeping on the other side of the wall from each other, only feet away from the man who just made me want to rip my panties off after about ten seconds of kissing me? Crap. This is not good. Not. At. All.
The sound of my mother’s cadence causes my head to turn to the door and by the time I notice he’s no longer touching me I turn around and see he’s disappeared, no small feat for a man his size.
“What do you think?” my mom asks, holding her arms out expansively to accentuate the size of my room. “Are we going to enjoy living here, or what?”
Mom seems over the moon which is good, as she takes in the sight of the room instead of the shock on my face from having just been kissed by Gio.
She closes the distance between us and wraps me up in a big hug, which keeps my knees from buckling due to the speed with which everything’s coming at me right now.
