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Cousins: An Alpha Bad Boy Romance(57)

By:Lisa Lang Blakeney


"I don't dance." I keep my arms tightly to my sides.

"We danced at my father's party."

"That was different."

"You swayed those hips like a pro in The Lotus before everything went down."

It just dawns on me. "Was that you in the corner?" I ask in a whisper. "Watching me that night?"

He smiles and grabs my hand to pull me up.

"This is one of my favorite songs." Is all he says in response. "Come on."

"Well was it you?"

He exhales slowly in frustration with me. "I told you I spotted you the moment you entered the club did I not?"

When he grabs my waist and stares down at me, I reluctantly raise my arms and stretch them around his neck. Clasping my hands together. He pulls me in a little further to him and I smell chocolate, coffee and him. So I do the only thing a girl could do in this position who's losing herself to distraction. I rest the side of my face against his naked chest and sway to the hypnotic melody of the song and the singer.

I've never felt so warm and so wanted. Like I'm exactly in the place where I'm suppose to be.

Actually, I'm in a shit load of trouble.

When the song ends, Roman takes a seat on his sofa and pulls me down next to him. With one arm around my shoulder he uses the other to pick up the remote and turn the flat screen on.

"Not much on in the middle of a Saturday. Want to order a movie?"

He's fingering some of my hair with his free hand.

"I'm supposed to be taking a look at your desktop remember?"

"We've got plenty of time for that. Finish your latte."

He leans across me and hands me my mug. The maneuver is obvious. The entire span of his bare torso is in front of my face. If his objective is to tempt me enough to want to lick his chest, he's damn close to mission accomplished.

"Thanks." I say sarcastically.

He chuckles.

"Pick a movie or else we'll do an activity of my choosing."

"I want to talk instead." I say.

"About?"

"I need some dating advice."

Roman unwraps his arm from around my shoulder and lifts my chin up to look directly in his eyes.

"For dating who?"

I nervously clear my throat. "After coffee today, Jagger asked me out on a date. I said yes, but then he said he'd call me to firm up an exact date and time."

"You said yes." He repeats in an icy tone. "Elizabeth I just had my hand in between your legs not longer than five minutes ago."

"I like him. He's ... easy."

"And what am I Elizabeth?"

"You're my cousin."

"I'm your what?"

Roman starts to slide his hand back underneath my skirt and along the inside of my thigh.

"Your what?" He asks again.

His fingers skillfully slide under the side of my panties and then he rips them apart with a single firm tug.

"Roman please." I beg prayerfully.

"Your. What." He repeats again in a husky voice that's filled with promise of more to come.

He slides one of his fingers inside me, and I inhale harshly from the sudden but welcome intrusion.

I hate how wet I am.

I hate that he knows how my body responds so willingly to his voice and his touch.

There is no hiding between us. I'm unable to feign discomfort at the fact that we're cousins, because my body betrays me every frackin' time. My body is doing all the talking, and it's saying, "who gives a shit."

"What's my name Duchess?"

"Roman I–"

"Uh-uh. That's not what you call me."

I think for a minute. Oh...

"Masterson."

"That's right baby. My dick gets so hard when you call me Masterson. When you start calling out my name in a few minutes, that's the name I better hear."

I close my eyes as he gives me that visual. Me calling out his name. And I get even wetter.

"Open those beautiful fucking eyes Duchess. I want them on me. I want to watch them tear up when I make you fall apart for me again. Eyes. On. Me."

He slides a second finger in. Pumping them rhythmically in and out of my core with the deep precision of a pro. How he talks to me, what he's doing to me, it's all so ridiculously addictive. I want more. I need more.

"Please–"

"Shhh Duchess. When it's time for you to beg, I'll tell you baby."

Then he stops completely.

I watch him with bated breath as he gets down on the floor on his knees directly in front of me and stares at me with great intensity before he speaks again. I can feel my heartbeat all the way up in the middle of my throat.

"Ask me what I plan on doing with your body Duchess."

My breaths are shallow. "What do you mean–"

"I gave you clear direction. Take it. I said to ask me what I plan on doing with your body."