Page 89 of Dove
I never would have guessed my stepbrother had such a dirty mouth.
I never would have guessed I liked it.
Words lost to me, I shook my head to deny it, even though I couldfeelmyself growing slicker by the second.
I nearly gasped as he lowered himself down to one knee slowly, putting him at the perfect height for?—
No, I couldn’t think it. I was trying to end this. Whateverthiswas. Whatever we had unlocked from Pandora’s box last night. Something I wanted for so long it tasted like the sweetest temptation. Something I knew we couldn’t—shouldn’t—have.
Something we needed to shove back into that box, close the lid on andkeeplocked up tight.
As I opened my mouth to protest, his hand grasped the tool I dropped, his knuckles brushing my thigh as he slowly brought it back up. They caught on my shirt, exposing a sliver of skin as he reached up to place the tool back where it belonged on the desk.
“Can’t leave this laying around.” His smirk was debauched, his eyes wicked.
The path his hand had took burned like I’d been licked by flames, and when he leaned in to nuzzle against the exposed skin of my lower stomach, fire ignited inside me like I’d swallowed gasoline.
I gasped as his stubble scraped against my oversensitive skin. Head thrown back, I choked on a moan as my hands slid into his hair of their own volition as his teeth nipped under my belly button, teasing just above my waistband.
My mind turned into a wanton void. Whatever I’d come in here to talk about vanished, replaced by Josh and where he was touching me. When his teeth retreated and I could breathe again, my half-lidded eyes flickered down to his.
His wild, darkened gaze met mine and suddenly the mysterious look in them was easy to read.
Possessiveness.
His hands bracketed my hips, pinning me to the desk as he hunched further to nuzzle lower this time, right on the seam of my shorts. The heat in my stomach spread like the wildest of fires, the kind no amount of fight could contain. When he breathed in and groaned, I wasconsumedby it.
He backed up just far enough to ask, “Have you ever had a fantasy?” as nonchalant as if he were asking about the weather.
It took me a second to process the question through the lusty fog in my brain. I had plenty of fantasies. Every single one of them starred the man kneeling at my feet, but I wasn’t going to tell him that.
I forgot Josh knew me better than anyone else in the world—he read my hesitation easily. His smile curved upward devilishly, pleased, as his fingers slid under my shirt to grasp the bare skin of my waist. I nearly groaned at the contact, at how perfect it felt to have his hands on me—like it was more right than wrong.
“I have,” he admitted. My eyes met his in surprise. They sparkled back at me mischievously. I knew that look. He was up to something, and I was both intrigued and scared at just what it could be.
It also reminded me thatthiswasn’t supposed to be happening, lifting me from the spell his touch had put me under just enough to object, “Josh, we can’t?—”
He shushed me, placing a biting kiss to my navel. I gasped.
“I’ve fantasized about eating you out on the hood of my truck.”
Whatever words of protest were lingering in the back of my throat, I swallowed them. His dirty words had me squirming, clit throbbing.
I couldn’t believe he’d imagined…that.Withme.
“You have?” I asked breathlessly.
His lips skimming the soft skin of my stomach as he nodded. “Every time I look at the damn thing I wonder what you’d look like spread out on top of it.”
This time his name escaped me in a moan.
“Fuck,” he whispered huskily, leaning his forehead against my hip. His hands gripped my sides harder, and I whimpered as they bit into my skin.
“Let me, Dove,” he pleaded, on his knees before me, face pressed into my stomach. “We have to talk about this, Iknow, but right now all I want to do is unbutton these damn shorts, part your pretty thighs, and make you scream my name.”
He kissed my navel gently, sweetly. “I’ll make you feel so good, baby.” My stomach somersaulted at thepromisebehind those words, his breath ghosting over my skin.
Hearing him call mebabyhad me trembling, resolve crumbling, and I wanted to tell him he alreadyhadmade me feel good. Last night… I never felt anything like that before. Not from myself and certainly not with any of the guys I’d fumbledand stumbled around with. The orgasm he’d given me had been damn neartranscendent.
