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His hand smooths higher up my leg. His lips are almost… No, not almost. His lips are on mine, hot and addicting right away. The grief falls aside, and there’s not even a flash of guilt, a surge ofI should think about Dad.
There’s nothing but his taste, the texture. He groans as our mouths open and our tongues connect as if he’s as lost to this moment as I am. It’s as though he can’t stop,couldn’tstop, not for all the money in the world.
His hand moves farther and farther up my leg. He pushes my thigh aside, opening my legs. I moan as tickling and teasing sensations stroke over my sex, my belly getting warm, and my heart beating so fast.
I can’t think about anything else—not Dad, Ryan, the guilt, or the fallout. Just Kai. Just his deep, obsessed groan as he smooths his hand the rest of the way. I gasp, causing our teeth to click together, when he pushes down on my sex.
CHAPTEREIGHT
Kai
“What are you doing, bro?”I imagine Ryan saying.
Then I have to push that imagined voice down deep and stifle it. Starve it. His little sister tastes too damn good. Her kissing is nervous at first, but then she makes the hottest moaning noise, her hands tentatively clinging onto my shoulders.
I can feel the heat of her pussy through the light fabric of her PJs. Hot and tempting and already getting wet for me. I rub slowly at first as we keep kissing. Our tongues find each other compulsively, hungry for the contact, her moans pushing me on. She moans so sweetly as she takes breaks from the kissing, as if she can’t get enough air to experience the pleasure fully.
My hand moves quicker when she squeezes onto my arms, digging her fingernails in. She’s wordlessly telling me how good this feels for her.
“Are you seriously going to crossthatline?”Ryan invades my mind again when I grab his little sister’s PJ bottoms and start to take them off.
She whimpers, staring up at me, her lips red from the kissing. Her eyes are wide and shell-shocked. We stare at each other as though we’re waiting for the other person to come to their senses. We both wait for something to break the spell, but nothing does. She leans back slightly when I pull on her pants, giving me a better vantage point.
“Not all the way,” she whispers, her flush getting deeper.
I kiss her again passionately. In between the flaring passion—my dick is aching so damn bad—I tell her, “You’re beautiful. Your body is perfect. You never have to be ashamed with me.”
Suddenly, I’m an inexperienced rider on a too-fast bike, speeding off when I should be in control. I shouldn’t use words likeneverwith my woman, implying something long-term could happen here. Long-term would mean blowing up our lives.
I can’t stop. My balls are full, my cock is throbbing, and my tip is leaking so much precome my underwear is sticky with the need to claim her.
“Kai,” she whispers.
I get the message, pulling her pants downjust enough.
I almost lose it when I see her pussy, her hole winking at me, her lips full of lust. Her clit looks needy as fuck. Her clit looks like it was made for me to lavish with attention, to obsess over.
“Perfect,” I growl, sliding my hand toward her sex.
She grabs my wrists and stares wide-eyed at me. She opens her mouth as if to tell me to stop, but thensheleans forward. She brings her lips almost right to mine, then pauses as if she can’t be responsible for kissing me.
“That makes her better than you,”Ryan snaps in my head.
I push the voice down deep and ignore it, which is the last thing I should do. Instead, I kiss Kay again.
When I push my hand against her pussy, she whimpers through the kiss, a shaky, trembling series of breaths that almost have me exploding in my pants. I’m rock-fucking-solid for her. I can barely believe how hard I am. Every inch of my dick is hungry.
I rub her clit softly. She moans, leaning back. She can’t keep kissing when we do this. That’s the message.
“You’re going to come for me,” I snarl, rubbing a little faster now.
She twitches as I rub her needy nub, the adorable flush spreading from her cheeks down her neck, disappearing into her shirt. It makes me wonder if her nipples turn the same shade. Her pussy is so damn warm. I can’t resist moving my hand down toward her entrance, circling it with my finger.
“Not that,” she whispers. “Just…this… This isn’t so…”
Bad, I mentally fill in, and then I get the point. She thinks if I don’t go inside her and her pants don’t come off, somehow, it makes this okay.
“It’s better than sex, at least,”imaginary Ryan helpfully comments.
