Page 104 of Stepbrother Dearest


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Pride and happiness shot through me. “Yeah?”

He nodded, a sexy-as-fuck smirk on his perfect lips.

“Funny you should say so, because that’s exactly what I was thinking.”

The smirk fell from his face. “As much as I want you, that’s probably not a good idea right now.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m a mess. I don’t think I can stick to the script tonight.”

“Then fuck the script. We can use safe words or whatever if you’re worried.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I trust you.”

Something I couldn’t read flared in his eyes. “Are you sure?”

I nodded and glanced at the bulge in his pants. “Looks like you are too.”

“Where’s your room?”

Wordlessly, I headed toward the back of the house. His heavy footfalls fell into step behind me. I led him into my room, then turned to face him and waited for his next command.

He raked his teeth over his bottom lip, his eyes on my mouth.

My own lips tingled, and the overwhelming desire to give him everything he wanted slammed into me. He needed a connection. Something more than an impersonal and detached fuck. And maybe I did, too.

Blowing out a shaky breath, I stepped closer to him.

“What are you doing?” he asked, his expression wary.

“Shut up.” I cupped his cheeks and held him still. He stopped breathing, his eyes wide and his face ruddy.

Slowly, I leaned in and pressed my lips to his in a soft kiss.

A low moan bubbled up in his chest. The rumble soothed some of the confusion coursing through me. Strong hands gripped my sides and held me tight.

I whimpered, and that seemed to snap him out of whatever daze he’d fallen into.

Groaning loudly, he swept his tongue into my mouth. I met him kiss for kiss, not caring that I was moaning up a storm and clinging to him.

He slid his hands under my shirt and raked them over my back. The warmth of his skin made me shiver with anticipation.

We broke apart long enough to rip off our shirts, then we were kissing again. Now that the dam had broken and I’d given myself permission to be an active participant, I couldn’t stop touching him. His skin was soft over the hard planes of his muscles. Hot breaths fanned over my cheek, and the scrape of his stubble against mine was so damn arousing my dick throbbed.

He slid one hand through my hair and settled it on the back of my neck. His grip was strong and proprietary. I fucking loved it.

He pulled back, wide-eyed and looking as shocked as I felt.

“Fuck, G. What’s happening?”

“No clue.” I ground my erection against his. “But I want it.”

His pupils dilated. He dragged me forward and slammed our mouths together.

I ripped his pants open and shoved them down so I could rub his massive cock over his boxers.

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