Page 74 of Little Bird
I lay my forehead against his until we’re looking at each other eye to eye, mine hazel and his blue. My whole world becomes his face, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Let me fix it,” I tell him.
I have no idea what I mean or what he’s going to do with the offer, but when he dips his mouth to mine and claims me, I don’t stop him.
The kiss is gentle and searching, like he’s asking for permission for the thing he’s already doing. When he splits my lips open and runs his tongue along my teeth, I know I can’t stop him, though, and by the time he slides his tongue inside my mouth and finds mine, he’s no longer asking permission.
I’ve already agreed to what he’s doing.
The kiss turns hot and passionate in moments, our tongues tangling and teeth biting as we give in to the tension that’s been building between us. Gabe’s hands pull my jacket off and then yank my shirt up, exposing my belly. I’m cold for a split second but the moment his hands splay across my skin I catch fire. I gasp with the contact. It’s the first time he’s ever touched me like this, and his hands are both gentle and rough, the calluses on his skin scraping against me. His fingers wrap around my waist and pull me down hard against him, and I register the long, hard presence between my legs.
Fuck, he’s a steel rod pushing against me, and now that he’s pulling me down, my hips start to rock against him, grinding my pussy down on his hard length.
I jerk back and look into his eyes, trying to regain some of my brain power. “What are we doing?” I gasp.
He puts his palm to my cheek and stares into my eyes, his own gaze deep and dark blue and unreadable. “Something we should have done a long time ago,” he says roughly. “But if you want me to stop, I will.”
I don’t. This boy is my stepbrother and best friend and someone I haven’t talked to in four years, and this could be a very bad idea.
Fuck, this is a bad idea. Everything about this is trouble.
So why does it feel so fucking right?
“I don’t want to stop,” I whisper, knowing in my heart that it’s the truth.
I’ve wanted this for too long to stop it now.
It’s the answer he’s been waiting for, and with three sharp tugs he’s got my shirt off and I’m sitting in front of him half naked. He glances down at my breasts, still sheltered in my bra, and then looks at me, the knowledge of how forbidden this is sitting heavy in his eyes.
I don’t have time for him to pause, though. I don’t want to take the time to think about what we’re doing. I reach back, unhook my bra, and let it slide slowly down my arms, revealing my breasts to the sharp, cold tang of the air around us. My nipples pebble and peak, and when he looks down at them, I watch his eyes go from hesitant to hot and needy.
He reaches down and grabs my ass, then uses it to pull me up until my tits are at mouth level. He takes one nipple into his mouth, rolling and sucking it until I’m gasping and moaning with need. He smiles against my skin, gives me a quick nip, and then moves to the other nipple to give it the same attention. I thread my fingers through his hair, pulling his head against my body and begging without words for more.
Until begging without words is no longer enough.
“Gabe,” I moan. “Please. God, please.”
He chuckles now, his breath hot and wet against the skin of my breast, and he pushes me back enough to jerk his own shirt off. I look down and remember what I’ve seen before. He’s sharp edges and swathes of muscle, his skin smooth and beautiful, and without thinking, I put my hands to his chest and curl my nails into him. His hands come to mine and he stills them, then pushes them downward toward his crotch.
“Touch me,” he whispers, guiding my hands.
He finds his cock and carefully wraps my fingers around it through the fabric of his jeans, then gasps when I increase the pressure. I stroke him two times, three, four, and every time my hands move I think he gets harder. He’s larger than I expected–—larger than I’ve ever felt–—and suddenly I’m salivating with the need to take him. Christ, I’ve never wanted anything so bad. I can hardly hold the emotion of it. My body is humming with it, my soul screaming for this boy who’s always felt like my other half.
The missing piece of myself.
I must not be the only one who feels it because he suddenly grabs my hand, cursing, and flips us both so he’s lying on top of me. He rears up long enough to jerk my jeans down and throw them to the side, and then I’m laying in front of him naked, bare as the day I was born and more vulnerable than I’ve ever been.
Because the boy staring down at me is holding more than my body in his hands. He has his fingers wrapped around my heart, his soul tangled up in mine, and no matter what happens between us in the future, I know that he’s claiming me as his own.
I’m marked, and I’ll never escape that.
His eyes run up my body, leaving both fire and ice in their wake, and meet mine, and he holds my gaze as he takes his own jeans off, the movements quick and efficient. When he’s done, his cock is bobbing free against his belly, hard and ready.
“Are you sure?” he asks hoarsely.
I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.
I nod without words, already reaching for him, and when he positions himself between my legs and the head of his cock presses against my cunt, I’m ready for him. I spread my legs and arch my back, opening myself up, and look up to see him watching me carefully. He puts a hand to my cheek, cradling me, and holds my gaze as he pushes inside me.
