Page 59 of My Brother's Enemy
He didn’t react except to drop his groin and rub up into me.Holy—I had to bite back another groan. It’d been a long time. I began panting as he dropped his mouth to my neck, sucking long and hard.
Fuck. He was really good at that.
His hand smoothed over my waist, sliding into my shorts and underwear. He slid a finger to my clit but held back. He was waiting for me.
“You don’t fight fair.”
He scoffed. “You wouldn’t have let me anywhere near you if you didn’t want this tonight, and you know it.”
He was right. “I’m drunk,” I countered. I wasn’t. I wished I was.
“Then we both are, because I drank more than you did since I’ve been here.”
“This is wrong.”
He slid one finger inside me.
I couldn’t hold back the moan this time. Just as I remembered how to breathe, he slid a second finger inside.Why does that have to feel so good?
I fisted his sweatshirt, yanking his face to mine. “Listen here.”
His eyes blazed.
“You lost your chance to get to know me. But this.” I wrapped my legs around his waist, mashing us together with his hand still between us. He smirked as his fingers began sliding in and out of me. I struggled to hold on to his hoodie to make my point, but I tried valiantly. “We’re just going to fuck and then you leave. Okay?”
His eyes flashed again and his lip curved up. “Sure.” He dipped his head toward my neck.
“I mean it. After we’re done, you go.”
Dark triumph gleamed back from that beautiful fucking face of his. “Not a problem.” His mouth lowered to cover mine, and as I was swept up in the kiss, I had a feeling I’d been outmaneuvered.
His tongue slid into my mouth, and all that other stupid shit left my mind.
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RAIN
Damn if he wasn’t taking his time.
Oh no. No, no, no. That wasn’t how this was going to go. I pushed at his shoulder, turning him over so I could climb on top. I glared. “This isn’t going to be a whole tender moment. I didn’t let you in here for slow sex.”
“You didn’t let me in. I walked in.”
“I let you stay.”
“Because you want my dick.”
“Yes. So use it.”
He scoffed, staring at me.
I stared back at him, and damn. He was something to stare at. Something to memorize—that gorgeous face, those smoldering eyes, the cheekbones.Ugh. I bit back a sigh because those cheekbones… All chiseled and defined, like the rest of him. His tan and toned body. His abs. His fucking abs. I ran my hands over his chest and slipped them under his hoodie, pushing it up. “I want this off.”
He sat up a little and whisked the sweatshirt away. As he laid back down, his hands went to my hips. “You don’t want slow sex, fine with me. Do something about it.” He said this inchallenge, and fuck him, because my body reacted. The inferno kept building and building, and I rocked over him, taking my time.
After a moment his hands flexed against my hips. “I thought you didn’t want to go slow,” he said through gritted teeth.
“Shut up.” I rocked over him again, carnal pleasure spreading through me, and closed my eyes for a moment. I rocked again, both of us reacting. He groaned, sounding hoarse, “Jesus. That feels good.”
