Release!:A Walker Brothers Novel (The Walker Brothers Book 1)(15)

I swore I heard him groan before he caught me in his arms, one hand behind the small of my back, and the other wrapping around the nape of my neck. “You’re killing me, Eva.”

His mouth met mine with a single-minded determination that I’d never experienced before. His kiss was hot, all-consuming, and I felt myself going under and caving in almost immediately.

Something about Trace drew me to him, and I kissed him back, opening beneath his demanding mouth as his tongue commanded entry. I sighed against his lips and put my arms around his neck, letting him take what he wanted because I knew I wanted the same thing.

Desire shot through my body like an electrical current as he moved his hand down to my ass and pulled my moist core up and against his swollen cock.

I want him inside me.

I need him inside me.

I resented the clothing that separated our bodies.

He didn’t know anything about me, but he wanted me. I was getting drunk on passion, lost in the way he kissed me like he had to, needed to, or he couldn’t draw another breath.

Tapping into Trace’s need was a euphoric feeling, the fact that a woman like me could cause someone like him to kiss me with this kind of desire was as heady as it got.

I knew we had to stop. My nipples hardened as he pulled me closer, my sensitive breasts abrading the jacket of his suit.

Still, he kept on touching me, the hand that was previously behind my neck now fisting in my hair.

My voice was breathless, my eyes closed as his mouth stopped ravaging mine and moved to the sensitive skin of my neck. “Oh, God. Trace. Please stop.” I knew that I sure as hell couldn’t separate myself from him. I wanted to hold on, let him take me as far as I could go.

“Eva. I want you so damn much,” he rasped into my ear.

“I want you, too. But I can’t do this.” He was my stepbrother, but it wasn’t that knowledge that stopped me. We barely knew each other; the only thing we had in common was an incredible chemistry.

Finally, he released me. “We can do this, but I’ll wait until you’re ready.” He sounded pained.

I’m ready. I’m so damn ready.

He backed away and my eyes fluttered open, the pain of losing contact with him excruciating.

“What are you afraid of, Eva?” he asked hoarsely.

I looked at him, at the molten heat in his eyes.

I’m afraid you’ll hate me some day.

I’m afraid I’ll become addicted to you, and I can’t.

I’m afraid that once I’m intimate with you, I’ll never want to let you go.

“I don’t sleep around, especially not with my stepbrother.” I wanted to tease him, but my voice was cracking with emotion.

He captured my chin and tilted it up. “The last thing I feel for you is brotherly affection,” he told me angrily. “I want to fuck you so badly that I can hardly breathe. You want me to fuck you so badly that you can hardly breathe.”

I was honest enough to admit I wanted the same thing, but it couldn’t happen. “Please. I hardly know you.” I wasn’t sure if I was begging him to do me, or asking him to leave me alone.

In the end, he decided for me. “I’m going. But we’ll get to know each other over the next few days. Guaranteed, I’ll try to get you naked. And I’ll succeed.”

I shuddered at the thought, watching him, my body still trembling, every muscle tight with unspent desire. When he started down the stairs, I closed the bedroom door before I could allow myself to call him back to me.





Chapter Five

Trace





Thump!

Thump!

Thump, thump, thump!

“She’s driving me fucking crazy,” I rasped to myself as my padded gloves and bare feet kept making satisfying connections with the heavy punching bag suspended in front of me.

I’d been perfecting my MMA skills for years, but you’d never know it. My technique sucked right now, and I wasn’t really practicing. I’d grabbed my gloves and pulled on a pair of grappling shorts. I hadn’t bothered wrapping my hands. All I really wanted was to blow off steam, a hell of a lot of sexual energy that I couldn’t seem to lose elsewhere. For me, that meant I needed to punch something.

Thump, thump, thump!

I’d been beating up the bag with everything I had for over fifteen minutes.

But my dick was still hard.

Thump!

My breath sawed in and out of my lungs, and sweat was trickling from my face and landing on my drenched chest, but I still wasn’t spent. One glimpse of Eva in her fuck-me dress had done me in.

I’d barely made it out of her room without lifting the hem of her dress over her ass and taking her against the wall. Usually, that’s exactly what I’d do. But the way I felt when I looked at her defied my usual reason.