Page 36 of Right Side of Paradise
“What?”
“Be with me this summer. Or as long as you want.”
“I—what happened to us never doing that again? You made us promise.” I was grasping at straws because I couldn’t make sense of what he’d thrown at me so casually.
Be with me this summer. Or as long as you want.
“Please, Harlow. The only thing that hasn’t changed in the last nine years is how bad I want you. How bad all of us want you. You started something that night and it’s still unfinished.”
His confession set fire to my waning resistance. It shriveled up and died when his fingertips brushed my cheek.
“If I’m your stepsister then?—”
“This is inappropriate,” he finished for me, pushing off the door to invade the rest of my space.
“Very inappropriate,” I breathed when his face dropped to mine. “Rico.”
His name was the last defense I had, and it did nothing for me when he wrapped his arm around my waist and dragged me against him.
“I said it was inappropriate.” He kissed my forehead. “Not that I was stopping.”
A second later his lips found mine and he kissed me with a tenderness I didn’t know he possessed. “Please, Harlow, please,” he pleaded between pecks.
Then his tongue was seeking. And claiming. And stealing all my words.
My arms were over his shoulders, hands messing up his waves.
Our breaths were loud, tongues wrestling and teeth nipping.
But nothing told me to pull away. I didn’t want to stop and the hardness pressing into me let me know I wouldn’t have to.
Rico came up for air, leaving me panting.
He scanned my face, a slow smile taking over his.
“Shit. I haven’t kissed you since that night.” He touched his lips, awe entering his gaze. “How did I go nine years without that?”
Heat flushed my skin. I stared at him with a shy smile.
Without warning, he picked me up and walked us over to my bed.
“Soul and I are on PrEP, we got tested two weeks ago and we’re not sleeping with anyone else.”
Rico sat me down on the edge of my bed and shoved until I willingly laid back.
My breath was still caught in my throat, but I asked, “Why are you telling me that?”
He gave me a deadpan look before pushing my short sundress up my thighs. “Don’t play coy, Harlow. It’s not needed with me.”
His palms landed on the inside of my thighs, spreading me until the wet thong between my legs was on display.
The cool air in the room mixed with the heat of Rico’s attention had me squirming and disoriented.
“Rico, we’re at my mother’s house,” I whined even as I lifted my hips to help him get my panties off.
Propped up on my elbows, I watched him lick his lips as he kneaded my thighs.
“We’re at my mother’s house,” I repeated, my voice more breathless than the last time.
