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I shut up instantly, somehow instinctively wanting to obey him, to please him. God, my reactions are all over the place today. Still, I can’t deny the way some of the tension leaves my body as I sit there where he put me, waiting like he asked, and watch him grab milk out of the fridge and chocolate powder out of the cupboard.
By the time he hands me a warm mug, my mouth is watering—not because of the hot cocoa, but because of him. Okay, and maybe the hot cocoa too. He’s topped it with cream and marshmallows and the rich, chocolatey taste of the drink makes me moan in pleasure. How did he know this was what I wanted? Has he really figured me out so fast, right down to the fact that my sweet tooth is absolutely the way to my heart?
Oh, Trey was trouble. And I never wanted to be in trouble more.
He comes to stand between my parted knees, watching me lick the cream from my lips.
“What do you need, cupcake?” he asks, trapping me in his stormy gaze.
My mind empties of every thought but him. Trey. He’s what I want, he’s what’s making me feel better, he’s who protected me and looked after me. What do I need? There’s only one answer to that.
“You,” I blurt out.
Trey’s gray eyes darken like storm clouds rolling over an ocean. Butterflies erupt in my stomach, and I set my drink down.
His voice is all growly and rough when he asks, “Are you sure? Because seeing that asshole touch what’s mine makes me want to claim you so thoroughly you’ll forget anyone else’s hands but mine. Be very sure this is what you want, Talia, because I will devour you.”
Yes. Yes, yes, yes, I want that. I want everything he’ll give me. I’m so damn tired of not doing what I want. Hell, I’ve done three years of a degree I have no passion for. Studying marketing is a chore, not something I actually want out of life. I want to bake. I want to make people happy with my cakes and cookies and treats. And I want to be happy too.
I don’t care that Trey’s my stepbrother. I don’t care that this is insane. I don’t care that I’ve never done this before because I’ve never been so sure of anything.
“I’m sure, Trey.”
The second the words leave my mouth, Trey grabs me and, in a few quick strides, takes us to the lounge. I’m dropped on the sofa with a squeal that instantly gets muffled the moment Trey’s mouth crashes against mine.
The entire world melts away as Trey’s kiss consumes me. My arms wrap around his neck, tugging him closer, my entire body lighting up. His tongue sweeps across my lips, and I part them for him.
“Fuck, Talia,” Trey groans against me. “God, you’re so fucking sweet. Need to see if you taste this good everywhere.”
I gasp, arching up against him, too mindless with need to answer with words. I’m nodding before I really even know what exactly he means, more than willing to let him do whatever he wants to me. If his kisses feel that good, I need to know how he could possibly make me feel better than this.
“You’re mine,” Trey murmurs, his kisses dropping to my neck, making me moan. “Mine to kiss and taste and touch, isn’t that right?”
“Yes. Yes,” I manage to answer with another moan.
“Are you wet for me, sweet girl?” His tone is dark and full of need. Pleasure ripples through me just from his dirty words against my skin. His hand skims down my body, cupping me over my leggings. I’m sure the fabric is damp with evidence of how much I want him. He hums with approval as he feels it. “Does it ache? Do you want me to make it better?”
“P-please,” I say, mindless as he rubs the heel of his hand over me, making another rush of wetness ruin my panties. Even through the layers of clothes, his touch feels sogood.
“I need you to lie here like a good girl and let me make you feel good. Can you do that for me?”
OhGod. Is this real? I think I might have died and gone to some sort of sexy heaven.
I whimper out something that sounds vaguely like ayes,and Trey’s eyes sparkle as he grins at me. My face flames when he hooks his hand in the waistband of my pants and yanks them down, leaving me bare. Nobody’s ever seen me like this before, and I can’t help the self-consciousness I feel. I’m so wet for him. I can feel the evidence on my thighs as the cool air hits me, and I squeeze my eyes shut in embarrassment.
Trey’s hand cups my face, and my eyes snap open to find his eyes narrowed on me. “Don’t hide from me, Talia,” he growls. “You are fucking gorgeous. Do you hear me, sweet girl? So damn pretty, all wet and needy for me. You will not be ashamed of this, do you understand me?”
There’s so much heat in his gaze that I can’t help but nod. I feel safe as his words wash over me like there really is no reason to be embarrassed after all. I’m his, like he said, and all I have to do is let him look after me. I can do that. I want that.
I let my body relax back onto the sofa and love the way approval lights up Trey’s face.
“So good for me,” Trey murmurs. He shifts down the sofa, warm hands cupping my thighs and parting them so he can kneel between them. “Do you like your stepbrother telling you what to do, Talia?”
That really shouldn’t be so hot, should it? But … dammit, it is.
“Yes,” I admit, swallowing thickly. I’ve never been this turned on in my life.
Trey groans, and when I glance down, I can see the evidence of how hot he’s finding this too, pressing against his jeans. Long and thick. Will he show me how to make him feel good too?
