His blood roared in his ears and his heart pounded as he somehow got to his feet and went into the bathroom to deal with the condom. When he returned, Sophie hadn’t moved. She was still sprawled on the bed, her legs spread, her head turned to the side and her eyes closed.
She looked like a satiated goddess reclining against the cushions of her throne. When she turned her head and their eyes met, a fresh jolt of electricity rocketed through him.
For a moment he considered grabbing his clothes and returning to his own room, but everything within him said no way in hell to that choice. So he strode back over to the bed and got in beside her, turning on his side and propping his head on his fist as he let his gaze trace over her body.
“How did that work out for you, Soph?”
“Mmm,” she said, and he skimmed his fingers over a nipple.
It began to peak beneath his touch. He couldn’t help but dip down and slide his tongue over her sweet flesh.
She gasped and he tugged her nipple into his mouth, sucking it deep before letting it pop free. The peak was tight, high, and wet. Not to mention fucking beautiful.
She brought her hand up and traced it along his jaw. It was a tender gesture, but it hit him somewhere in the vicinity of his chest like a heavy punch.
“That was pretty amazing,” she said.
Yeah, that made him preen like a damn peacock. “Of course it was.”
She tweaked his chin as if he were a child. “Learn to accept praise humbly or no one will ever give it.”
She was grinning though, and he couldn’t help but laugh. “I’ll be humble about anything else you want. But not that, Sophie. I fucking rocked your world just now.”
A shadow passed over her face, and he wished he could call the words back—but then the shadow cleared and she seemed fine. “I’ll give you that. You did things I had no idea could be done.”
“Seriously, who have you been fucking? Because that’s pretty much Sex 101 right there.”
“Apparently not the right people.”
“People? You into girls too? Because I could totally get into that—you and another hot babe kissing—”
She put her hand over his mouth, her cheeks red. He wanted to laugh. Hell, he didn’t want to share her with anyone really, but he couldn’t help but tease her.
“Not people. Men. I like men, not women, and I am not kissing another woman just to trip your trigger.”
He licked her palm. “Too bad,” he said when she snatched it away.
She yawned and stretched. “You know, I’m kind of hungry now.”
Unbelievable. “So basically, if I want you to eat more, I have to fuck you first?”
She grinned. “Works for me.”
Worked for him too. In fact, it worked right now. He rolled on top of her, his dick already hard and ready to go again. He licked her bottom lip, then sucked it into his mouth.
“Once more unto the breach,” he whispered.
She gripped his hair and pulled his head back. Her eyes were suspicious. “I thought you hated Shakespeare.”
“I said Julius Caesar was a bore. You assumed the rest.”
“You didn’t know who the Bard of Avon was. You said so.”
“A white lie,” he murmured. “You just seemed so prissy about it that I couldn’t help but go along with it to shock you.”
“You’re bad, Chase. Very, very bad.”
He snorted. “Oh honey, you have no idea. But I aim to show you…”
23
She was totally going to hell. Sophie stood at the window in the kitchen, looking at the Eiffel Tower in the soft light of afternoon. She was pleasantly sore between her thighs, and she had love bites on her neck. She was also completely addicted to Chase.
Her stepbrother.
Oh, my…
It was so wrong, but thinking of him like that gave her a thrill. As if they were doing something unspeakably illicit, something that would get them thrown out of polite society. They weren’t, of course. They’d never been part of a family unit together, never lived with each other day in and day out, never gone to the same schools or known the same people.
Their only connection was Tyler, and that was a tenuous one as far as Chase was concerned. Tyler had never been a father figure to him. And he hadn’t been much of one to her, quite honestly.
She could only imagine what her mother and Tyler would say if they knew. Then again, why would they care? They hadn’t much cared about anything she’d ever done, except not be skinny enough.
Well, that was her mother, not Tyler. He didn’t even care about that. Why would they care that she was fucking Chase?
Fucking a man who was technically her stepbrother.
And there was that thrill again. She remembered Chase as a gorgeous, moody teenager, remembered when she’d started thinking about sex and how he’d figured into some of her masturbatory fantasies. She’d touched herself and thought of the boy in the room down the hall—and now the boy was a man, and he touched her better than she’d ever touched herself.