Page 5 of Stepbrother's Obsession
Oh, isn’t she just?
I nod, not trusting myself to reply. If he knew what I want to do to his precious little stepdaughter, he’d kill me.
And then they’re gone, and the house feels instantly different. Charged with electricity, like the air before a lightning storm.
Lily stands on the porch, waving until the cab disappears around the corner. She’s wearing shorts today, framing her legs that seem to go on forever, and a raggedy tank top that keeps slipping off one shoulder. She turns to me, and something in her face has changed.
“So? What now?”
Now I spend three weeks in hell, trying to fight not taking what I want most in the world.
“Now you stay on your side of the house,” I answer. “And I’ll stay on mine.”
She shrugs and steps closer, her tank top slipping as she moves, exposing more of her chest. No bra today. “And what if I don’t want to?”
“Lily—”
“What if I want to be whereyouare?” she asks, taking another step. Her nipples harden beneath the fabric, like two tasty little gumdrops. “What if I’ve been dreaming about you since I first saw you?”
I shake my head and look at the floor. “Stop.”
“You feel it too, don’t you?” She’s too close now, trying to get my attention with those gorgeous eyes. “You want—”
“Don’ttell me what I want.” My voice comes out like a roar, desperate and strong. “You have no idea what goes through my head when I look at you.”
I can see her start to smile out of the corner of my eye. “No? Then tell me.”
Yeah, right. Tell an innocent little girl like her aboutmyfantasies? I’d scare her to death. No way I can tell her how I’ve pictured her mouth wrapped around my shaft, her little virgin slit just waiting to be penetrated.
My blood flows primal through me like my most basic instincts just dying to be let out of their cage.
“Go inside, Lily.”
I don’t expect her to listen, but for once, she actually does. Only as she passes, her hand brushes mine, deliberately. The electric spark that shoots through me could power New York City for a week. “Three weeks, Colt. We’ll see who breaks first.”
God help me.
3
LILY
The heat is unbearable,beating down on me like the air itself is on fire. My sheets are twisted around my legs, damp with sweat, and every breath I take is hot and heavy. The ancient air conditioner rattled to its death hours ago, leaving me restless and baking as I try to sleep.
But it’s not just the temperature that’s keeping me awake.
It’shim. Colt.
God, the way he looked at me today when I brought him his sandwich in the garage—like he wanted to kill me and protect me at the same time. He doesn’t want me in his space, that much is for sure.
It’s been three days since our parents left, and the tension in the house has risen to an almost tangible level. Every room crackles with energy. I nearly fainted several times when our hands brushed against each other in passing, when his eyes met mine.
His gorgeous face swims through my mind. Just being here alone with him is killing me. If only he’d put a shirt on, maybe then things would bea littleeasier on me.
I shouldn’t be having these thoughts, but I can’t help it. Cautiously, I reach down between my tingling thighs. My pantiesare soaked, and it’s not from sweat. It’s my arousal, and that’s not my fault,it’s his.
Gently, I slip a finger down the hem of my underwear. My voice rattles in my mind over and over.Don’t, Lily. Just don’t. But what if Colt was here right now? And my finger was his, and he was peeling my panties off while he loomed over me, the moonlight catching on his massive muscles.
A moan slips from my lips, and I quickly kick the sheets off entirely and race to the window.
