I tried not to let him close.
Our bodies touched.
I meant to ignore my feelings for him.
He kissed me.
I wished I could hate him.
But I didn’t. Couldn’t.
And what I did feel scared me.
His kiss turned ferocious, and his grip on my breast fierce and possessive. He squeezed, and I fell against him.
Even the little sting of pain felt good in his palm.
He released my nipple to tangle his fingers in my hair. I didn’t expect him to jerk my head back. I gasped as the nip against my throat was anything but playful. He clapped his free hand against my ass and dug in. Zach pressed me against him.
And growled.
“I want you. Right here. Right now.”
I rocked with shivers and shudders and excited tingles. My body answered for me, but I still purred for him—something vulgar and profane that hardened the bulge pressing into my belly.
Zach pushed me to my knees, but he batted my hands when I launched for his zipper.
“On your back.” His words struck deep into my core. “Spread those legs. Show me what I missed while I was away.”
What the hell came over my charmer?
And why did I love it so damned much?
I did as he asked, resting on my elbows and spreading my legs in a way I never, ever exposed myself to anyone…except the man who had seen, tasted, and experienced it all before.
I trembled. He saw everything. Every little quiver of the mocha petals, every shining slickness that became unbearable under his gaze.
This was so naughty. Something about Zach stirred me to do things I never did before. I loved the rush of heat even if it burned through my resolve. I wanted to let him go, to fight whatever twisted feelings I had for him.
I had to deny my attraction for my step-brother.
A step-brother who kicked away his jeans.
Sunk to the ground.
Pulled my legs apart and laid me flat as he drew my hips to his mouth.
“You have no idea how much I need this,” he said.
I had a good idea. My core clenched as his breath brushed over my clit.
“I thought I’d go crazy before I tasted you again. Fuck, I need you.”
Did he not see how wet he made me? His words and demands and body had me wiggling over the carpets like a hyper puppy. I needed him too.
“Happy to help,” I whispered.
I reached my arms over my head and stretched out, letting his thick fingers grip my sides. His mouth fell upon my slit and sealed over my swollen nub.
It wasn’t a tease. It wasn’t gentle. Zach devoured me—sucking, licking, feasting on everything far too sensitive for his rush of aggression and the brush of stubble from his chin.
My heart pounded. Every little gasp encouraged him. I jerked away as he got rougher, but he liked that. Zach gripped my hips and dove in deeper. I moaned as his tongue slipped within me, lapping the cream he couldn’t reach. I whimpered as he spread my thighs wider and shoved a finger into my tightness. He drew more and more honeyed slickness into his mouth.
And smiled.
My God. This man absolutely worshiped my body. I could do nothing but tremble as he completely dominated me. He took his fill and explored what he wanted.
I begged for more.
His finger worked deep inside, pumping against the little sensitive spot within me. I slickened with excitement. He eagerly lapped every bit of me and more.
“Zach…” My voice wavered. He brought me to the brink so suddenly my heart forgot to beat. Shock seized my body. I gasped for mercy, but he didn’t stop. The bastard increased his movements, thrusting his finger deeper, harder, faster, until I cried out in a constant whimper of delirious pleasure.
“Come for me,” Zach said. “I wanna watch you come, Shay. You have no idea how bad I need to make you come.”
I had a damn good idea. A second finger joined his first, and my desire coated him in a slickness that might have been embarrassing if he weren’t so damned eager for me to make more of a mess. I bucked my hips as he captured my clit. He suckled it between his teeth.
I moaned, blending his name with everything and anything I ever felt for him.
He didn’t notice.
He fixated on my slit, staring at my tightness as his pale fingers disappeared into my clenching core. I arched, and the orgasm crushed me in a quick, crippling, beautiful agony. I gripped the carpet in a helpless shudder. Zach didn’t stop. He pistoned inside me.
One, two, three quick bursts and I was lost.
I collapsed against the floor and gasped his name over and over until he hauled me up and silenced my mews with his mouth.
He tasted of me, and I fucking loved it. I flicked my tongue against his and clutched at him as hard as I could.
“I’m not done with you yet.” His words whispered a delicious threat over me. “You’re mine for the night, Shay. Fuck, the whole weekend. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t hold yourself up anymore.”