Broken Promise (The Denton Family Legacy #1)(30)

“You’ve been working with him for a couple of days, and you’re telling me to give him a chance?”

“Exactly. You should do what I say. I know what I’m doing.” He winked at her to which she rolled her eyes. She loved her brother, but there were times he didn’t take things seriously.

“I’ll do what I think is best for me.”

“Good. While you’re doing that, I’m going to keep on nagging you. You’re my sister. I want you happy.”

“I am happy.”

“Lou, honey, you spent most of your life trying to piss off our parents. It’s not exactly happiness.”

She shrugged. What he said wasn’t a lie. Most of her adult life had been about pissing her parents off. Lou refused to do a single thing that they said. They drove her crazy with their constant interference. They only wanted her to further their own agenda.

Slapping his hand, she finished wrapping the brownies just as someone knocked on her door. She figured it was Jacob, and she let Riley answer the door.

Jacob entered her apartment, and she watched him, shocked by the change in his appearance. There was no sign of the suits he liked to wear. He wore blue jeans and a black shirt. He looked good, damn good.

Licking her suddenly dry lips, she did her best to smile at him, and not show her sudden attraction to him.

“You baked?” Jacob asked.

“Yeah. Is it okay? It’s only brownies.” She nibbled her lips now as her nerves got the better of her.

“She’s so nervous,” Riley said. “She’s never been invited to dinner.”

Jacob chuckled. “You’ve got nothing to be nervous about.”

“Well, there’s more than enough brownies here to last them a few days.” When she got nervous, she baked. It was a stress reliever for her.

“They’re going to love it.”

“They’re good,” Riley said, taking a bite of the one that he held in his hand.

“I’ll save it until after dinner.” Jacob kept on looking at her, and there was something intense in his look. Lou didn’t know what it was, but it made her anxious.

No, it didn’t. The look he was giving her went straight to her pussy, and she wanted him badly.

“Right, I’m going to go and wait in the car.” Riley left her apartment, and she stared at Jacob.

“How have you been?” she asked.

She hadn’t seen him since he came to invite her to his parents’ place for dinner. Yes, it had only been a Saturday, but still, she had watched the door waiting for him to visit her.

What is wrong with you?

He’s not your guy.

Lou didn’t even know what they had with each other. Were they a couple? Were they dating? She was confused by what they were doing.

Jacob stepped up close until he was in front of her. He cupped her face, stroking her cheek. “I’ve missed looking at you.”

“You saw me the other night.” Her heart fluttered. No man had ever looked at her the way that Jacob was. He looked like he wanted to devour her. He ran his thumb across her bottom lip, and he sighed.

Before she could say anything, he claimed her lips, pressing her up against the counter in the kitchen. He moved one of his hands to her waist as his other cupped her cheek. Jacob slid his tongue across her lips, and she moaned.

“Open for me, babe,” he said.

She couldn’t deny him anything, so she opened her lips and gave him access. His tongue plundered her mouth, and she couldn’t help but moan. Jacob didn’t stop. He took possession of her mouth as if it was his right. Jacob held her like she belonged to him, and instead of being angered by it, she fucking loved it. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she gave herself over to the pleasure of his mouth, his touch, everything.

He rocked his cock against her, and she gasped at the prominent bulge of his cock.

“I want to fuck you,” he said.

Right then, right there, she didn’t have any objection to him taking her.

She gripped hold of his shoulders, pulling away, to stare into his dark eyes.

“You’d let me right now, wouldn’t you?”

Nodding her head, she stared at his chest, trying to compose herself.

“Are you wet for me, right now?” he asked.

Lou returned her attention back to him and cupped his cock. “And you’re rock hard for me right now, right?” She squeezed his dick, almost offering him a challenge.

“Baby, you’re playing with the wrong man. I’m the fucking master of this game.” He didn’t just cup her pussy. He pushed his hand down her denim skirt, inside her parties, and touched her. She tensed up, pressing her thighs together, trying to hide her obvious arousal from him. He wouldn’t let her, so he pushed a finger between the lips of her pussy, stroking over her clit. “You’re soaking wet.”