Page 54 of Heartless Stepbrother
“You came all the way over here.” His voice was a low purr. “I’m flattered.”
“I’m warning you.”
“Are you?” He tilted his head as if genuinely curious. “Because I don’t feel warned.”
I reached for the hand behind his back where I knew he was hiding the top.
Riley moved instantly.
He didn’t push me.
He didn’t grab me.
He simply shifted forward.
Just enough.
Our torsos collided, my bare chest pressing fully, intimately, shockingly against the heat of his body. Skin to skin beneath the water.
The sensation was electric. Violent.
My breath caught in a soundless gasp.
His breath hitched, barely, a fraction of a reaction, but unmistakable. His hands didn’t touch me, yet the nearness felt like an embrace pinned together by water and want.
“Careful,” he whispered, voice turning molten. “You’re the one touching me.”
“I didn’t—”
The words broke apart. My mind blanked.
My breasts were flush against his chest, soft against solid heat, rising and falling with my frantic breaths.
His heartbeat thudded steadily against me, too close, too real.
The contact was full, inescapable, terrifying.
I tried to retreat.
He didn’t let me.
He didn’t grab me, he would not give me that kind of clarity. He simply shifted his hips the slightest bit, controlling the water, forcing our bodies to stay aligned even as I tried to lean back.
The water made him impossible to escape.
“Riley—” My voice sounded wrecked.
“You came to fight,” he murmured, eyes locked to mine. “Now you’re trembling.”
“I’m not—”
“You are.” He leaned closer, not touching me with anything but the barest brush of his breath. “And you want to know the worst part? I like it.”
That broke me.
Not entirely.
Just enough.
