Page 42 of My Brother's Enemy
I wanted it. I was panting for it as his hand slid into my shorts, finding my clit and rubbing there. I closed my eyes, struggling to breathe. Every touch felt so good. Had it been like this the last time? I was struggling to remember. I could only concentrate on how he was making me feel this time. Tonight.
“I want to be in you,” he murmured against my throat, switching to the other side. His hand slid up under my shirt, raising it before I reached down to whisk it off. I didn’t have a bra on tonight and he gazed at me, looking intoxicated even though he said he wasn’t. “Goddamn,” he whispered, one hand palming my breast. “You are beautiful.”
He didn’t notice how I froze at his words, groaning as he leaned forward to take my breast in his mouth. His tongue flicked over my nipple.
Stop thinking, Rain. Stop waiting for the other shoe to drop.
I did just that, giving myself over to how he was making me feel.
And he was making me feel so good. So wanted. Every touch sent tingles through me. I began moving over him, grinding down on him, and his hands cupped my hips, squeezing me. “Holy shit, that feels so good.” He tilted his head back, his eyes dazed with lust. “Condom?”
The sensations were distracting and it took a moment to think about a response. I remembered and cursed under my breath. My forehead went to his, resting there gently. “In thestand by my bed.” Which meant we would have to move and I really,reallyliked where we were right now.
“Got it.” Tyler held onto me, and I had a moment’s notice, feeling his body shift under mine and then he was standing and taking me with him.
“What?” I clamped onto him.
But he had me. His arm moved around me, keeping me in place and he walked into my bedroom and bent down enough to open the bedside drawer. He pulled out a handful of condoms.
“Really?”
He smirked at me and I swear I felt that smirk all the way to my core.
He returned to the couch, sitting and adjusted me so I was straddling him. He leaned in once to give me a long, drawn out kiss before letting his head fall back so we could see each other. “You sure you want to do this?”
This. Like this was so different from what we did last time?
And he didn’t know who I was—stop, Rain. Just. Stop it.
This one time. It’d be the last.
Then we’d stop.
“We can’t keep doing this.”
“We won’t.” His hands went to his pants and I shifted so he could pull them down, along with my shorts. “I’m usually one and done anyways.”
I muttered a curse, my forehead falling to the side of his neck. “Not what a girl wants to hear before you’re about to put your dick inside her.”
He was sliding on the condom, and he paused at my words. A husky laugh slipped from him. “Sorry. I meant that to be reassuring. Last time, right?” His hands went back to my hips, helping me lift up and move over him.
This was wrong. All the reasons this could be wrong, it was.
Still, I reached down, positioned him, and then I slid down.
Both of us were groaning, panting.
“Christ, you feel good. Tight.”
I put a hand over his mouth. “Stop talking.”
“Okay,” he said, muffled behind my hand.
I began to ride him.
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