Page 31 of My Brother's Enemy
I knocked again. “I’m at the door.”
I heard her coming. A moment later, the door opened. She wore a confused look, but also something more. Panic? Guilt? I couldn’t tell, but then I noticed what she was wearing. A Grays’ shirt—and possibly nothing else. Heat exploded inside of me, sending all the blood straight to my dick. She was wearing my shirt. That was my number. If she turned around, I knew my last name would be on the back.
Was this her regular sleeping attire?
She gaped at me a moment before she composed herself. Then she reached for the door, and I realized she was going to shut it in my face. I stepped inside before that could happen.
“What—” She stopped and her face went blank. “Are you okay?”
“What happened at the hospital?” Because sure as shit somethinghadhappened. She’d tucked herself behind whatever fucking fortress of walls she had in her mind, and I couldn’t reach her anymore.
A lot of emotions were running through me tonight—frustration, need, anger. I’d had her, and then she was gone.Knowing that tipped me over the edge. Her eyes went wide as I reached for her, no longer giving a shit about the right thing to do. I didn’t give one fuck about anything except that I needed to fuck her.
I needed to feel her mouth. Her taste. I was desperate to have her underneath me.
“Rain…” I groaned, my hand at the back of her neck.
She gasped, quietly, but didn’t pull away.
She tracked my movement, like prey watching a hunter. I didn’t want to hurt her. I wanted to taste her. My fingers curled tighter, and I stepped close, crowding her against the wall by the door. She didn’t say a word, but she didn’t stop me, so I kept moving until I could feel her breaths. Until her chest rose, grazing my own chest. I could smell that fucking sugar scent of hers. Vanilla cupcakes. It didn’t seem like body spray or shampoo. I tugged her head down and pressed my face to it, making sure it wasn’t her hair. It wasn’t. That smelled like lilacs. The cupcake smell was just her.
Her pulse was pounding, and I angled my head to look in her eyes. “Do you want this?”
Her pupils dilated. The tip of her tongue darted out, wetting her bottom lip, and I was ready to burst. I slid my hand around to the side of her throat, still feeling her pulse, and slowly, so slowly, applied pressure just under her jaw, tipping her head back. Her mouth raised for me, but she still hadn’t said a word.
I needed her voice.
My thumb moved to her bottom lip, and I felt it trembling. “You were there, Rain. Right there. With me.” I closed my eyes, the desperation to claim her pounding through me. I stamped it down but moved another step closer. She pulled in some air, and she melted. Her body relaxed. Her breath released, and she began moving against me, brushing over the bulge in my pants. Her eyes closed, and the sweetest moan slipped past her lips.
I dipped down, my mouth almost touching hers, but I asked again. “Rain? Yes or no?” I ground against her.
“We shouldn’t,” she said quietly.
I bent down to catch her words and held still. I made myself hold still.
The yearning for her clawed at me. It was a primal demand, a need to claim her. To have her. I tried to think of things from her perspective. Her career…
My arm shook. Jesus. I’d never felt this before.
Suddenly, she moaned again and her eyes opened, wanton need shimmering there. Her lips parted and finally I heard her hiss, “I’m going to regret this.”
That was all I needed.
I crushed my mouth over hers.
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RAIN
He tasted like the rainbow after an F5 tornado had run through my home. A much-needed respite, reminding me that the destruction was over, that there were new things on the horizon. Better things.
Was that what I needed? I didn’t know, but I knew I needed him.
I twined my arms around his shoulders as my body molded against his. We were kissing, but this was more, so much more. I felt drunk just at the feel of him. “You…” I began, but I stopped becausewhat was I about to say?
I never lost myself. Even if I drank, I was always controlled. I had to be, because what if something slipped out? This was my secret—how lonely I was, except I was now realizing I’d kept it a secret from even myself.
I wassolonely.
