Page 16 of Possessive Stepbrother

The front may be a little conservative, but the back has a deep V. And Rowan can’t take his eyes off it.

“You know, maybe let’s skip the party. I’ll devour you instead.”

I whip around so fast and laugh. “Don’t you dare. I put a lot of effort into this look. I’ve been looking forward to wearing this dress.”

“It looks nice and you’re gorgeous as usual, but I still prefer you naked.”

He walks toward me, and I put my hand up to stop him. “You are so not kissing me and destroying my makeup.”

Something flares in his eyes, and he raises a brow. “I can think of a million different ways I can please you without messing your makeup.”

“Oh no, you don’t. You know what? I’m done. Let’s go.”

I make a show of running outside but I can only do so much in my five-inch stilettos. Rowan manages to catch up to me and pull my back against his chest, his lips brushing the area between my neck and shoulder.

And just like that, I melt into him and turn into a pile of lusty mush.

“Fine. I’ll demolish you later, but I can’t promise I won’t strip you naked with my eyes the entire time we’re at the party.”

Two hours later, he makes good on his promise.

I’m standing with a glass of champagne in one hand, talking to the wife of the building owner. She’s telling me how she loves the chandelier in the lobby when I feel someone watching me.

Turning my head, I spot Rowan standing across the room, also holding a glass. God, he’s so handsome and sexy. The way his suit jacket hugs his broad shoulders makes me drool.

Someone’s chatting his head off and he nods, but his eyes are on me, running from the top of my head to my hemline, then going back up and stopping on my breasts and at the apex between my thighs.

He might as well have touched me with the way my body responds to him. And he knows because he smiles that wicked smile of his before handing his glass to the waiter and walking toward me, leaving the poor guy beside him gaping at his back.

Everything around us fades when he stops in front of me and extends his hand. “Dance with me, love.”

I put my hand in his, and soft music fills the air as he leads me to the dance floor. We begin to sway to the music, and the crowd around us dissolves into nothingness until it’s just him and me.

“I still can’t get over how beautiful you are, you know that?”

I laugh softly. “I know. You make me feel beautiful.”

“The first time I saw you, I just knew. I knew you were mine. I knew you belonged to me. And I want to make it official.”

“What do you mean?”

In the middle of the dance floor, everything snaps back into focus when he lowers himself to one knee, takes a black velvet box from his breast pocket, and reveals a massive diamond ring.

“Raven, you’re never getting away from me. I won’t let you. So baby, will you make me the happiest man alive by becoming my wife? Will you marry me?”

All around me, I hear gasps, whispers, and titters. But I can’t take my eyes off him. He’s changed my life in so many ways, and the best place for me is by his side.

With tears pricking my eyes, I nod. “Yes, Rowan. God, yes. I will marry you!”

He stands and slips the ring into my finger before he lifts my face for a kiss, and maybe there’s applause or cheering.

But we’re too focused on each other to notice.

“I love you, Raven. My everything.”

“I love you, Rowan. I love you so much.”

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