Page 37 of Jealous Stepbrother
Heat and need claw through the air.
I press her back against the glass wall. Her eyes go wide, but she doesn’t push me away. “Want to thank me properly?”
Her breath hitches. Then she swallows, her eyes dropping to my mouth. “You…you want a kiss?” she murmurs, her voice a touch hoarse.
And a shit ton more.“Hmm, for starters. Have I not been patient, little sis?”
She blinks, slicks her tongue over her mouth. Then stares up at me through her long lashes. “Okay.”
“Okay, what?”
A tiny flash of uncertainty crosses her face. “Okay…yes, you’ve been patient.”
I grimace. “Fuck. It’s like squeezing blood from stone with you, isn’t it?”
Hurt flashes across her eyes and I want to kick my own ass.
“Fuck it, I guess we’re doing it the only way that works best, aren’t we?” I reach for her, to snatch her closer, to play the role of Asshole Obsessed Stepbrother, a role I’ve played to perfection over the last six hellish years.
Except it doesn’t feel like playing anymore.
It’s fucking real and I’m sick of waiting for her to admit she wants me half as much as I’m out of my mind for her.
“Wait,” she blurts, surprising the fuck out of me.
I grit my teeth. And I wait. Because it turns out this Asshole Obsessed Stepbrother is wrapped around his sister’s dainty finger.
And sweet mother of God, I must have done something right after all because my gorgeous baby sister starts to sink to her knees right in front of me.
My breath strangles to nothing, then attempts to strangle me to death when she stops.
“Scarlett.” My ragged voice is a warning and a plea.
She shakes her head, her gaze darting from my face to the agonizing erection tenting my pants—where it pauses for excruciatingly long seconds while the tempting little minxlicks her lips—before she drags her gaze to the sofa at the far end of the studio.
I clock her intentions and Imove.
Snatching her up against my chest and striding across the room while my mouth claims hers. There’s nothing but heat, teeth, tongue, and four years of wanting crackling in my hands like a magician’s trick about to go wrong.
At the sofa, I slide her slowly down my body until she’s on her feet.
Her lips cling to mine and every whimper from her thickens my cock until I’m certain I’m about to blow in my pants. But I need to establish a few things, so reluctantly I pull away.
“Before we go any further, this is just the starters. You know that, right?”
Her eyes grow wide, but she nods. “Yes.”
“Good girl.”
She plants her small hands on my chest and pushes me, and with a twitchy smile, I drop into the sofa, spread my arms along the back.
She stares at my face, my chest, my dick. Swallows and bites her lips and fuck me, I want to devour this girl until there’s nothing left.
Until she’sinsideme.
“Get to work then, princess.”
Slowly, she sinks to her knees with the grace of a ballet dancer, looking up at me with that mixture of defiance and curiosity and arousal.
