Stepbrother Thief(32)

When Gilleon finally lays his fingers against the bare skin of my hips, I have to bite back a gasp, little thrills of pleasure arching up my spine and making my head spin.

“I love you, Regi,” he tells me, and I know he's not just saying it to get into my pants. I'm glad he's going to be my first. I can't even imagine doing this with anyone else.

Gill leans in and our lips meet softly at first, tentative strokes of tongue as our bodies come together, the cups of my bra pressing against the hardness of his chest. One of his hands roams up my back along my spine, drawing goose bumps up on my skin. When he cups the back of my head, tangling his fingers in my hair, I groan hard and the passion that we've kept such a careful eye on breaks loose.

I laugh as Gill swings me onto the bed, climbing on top of me and pinning my head with his hands. His eyes sparkle as he wets his lips and looks down at me, studying my face, absorbing it into his memory.

“You make me feel so lucky, Regi,” he says, closing the distance between our mouths and crashing our lips together. Down below, I can feel the hardness of his body through his jeans, that tight bulge that tells me for certain that he wants me as much as I want him.

I reach between us, searching for the button on his jeans and snapping it open, moving straight to his zipper. Gill stops me by pulling back and grinning, hooking his fingers on the waistband of my pants and pulling them down, dragging them right off and over my bare feet, before he tosses them to the floor.

I curl my knees up, suddenly embarrassed by the ruffled panties with the tiny blue bows.

Gill doesn't look embarrassed though; he looks thrilled.

“Are these for me?” he asks, eyes sparkling.

“No, I bought 'em for my last boyfriend.” Gill just laughs and I toss a pillow at him. Before I can think up another insult, he leans over me and runs a finger down the seam of my panties.

“There's a wet spot here, Regi,” Gill says, and I blush, heat rushing to fill my cheeks. “I'm pretty sure that isn't for your last boyfriend.”

“Screw you,” I tell him, reaching up and wrapping my hands around the back of his neck. “I'm nervous and scared and you're not making this any better.”

“You? Nervous and scared? I don't think so,” he breathes, kissing me again. I taste his mouth, inhale his scent, like bergamot oil, a spicy sweetness that makes my head feel light. Gill takes advantage of the moment to slip his fingers under my panties and inside me, drawing a gasp that gets swallowed up by his hot mouth.

As embarrassing as it is, I can't keep my hips from bucking against his hand as he teases me, slides his fingertips into my warm body. I keep my arms locked around his neck as he draws the sensation into a throbbing ache and then just … stops.

A moan of disappointment escapes my lips as Gill sits up and strips off his black T-shirt. The disappointment dies right there, right when I see the hard planes of his chest, the swell of muscles that mark Gill as a man, and not a teenager. Not anymore.

I can't even believe he's mine.

“I love you, too, Gilleon,” I tell him, his answering smile enough to warm my heart to the point of bursting. I bite my lip again and run my fingers up his abs, over his chest, curling them over his shoulders and pulling him back down to me. I take a small break to reach down and unhook the front clasp of my bra, getting a pair of raised brows and a surprised facial expression from Gill.

“I didn't even know they made these,” he whispers, and I laugh, the sound turning into a moan as he pushes the cups back and takes my breasts in his hands. I bought it special for you, I want to say, but the words won't come, replaced by animalistic groans that bring more heat to my face.

I can't seem to help it though. With Gill's hands on my breasts, his body between my legs, it's hard to remember to even breathe.

“One second,” I whisper, rolling partially onto my side and snagging my jeans off the floor. I came prepared. “Got it,” I say as I pull a few condoms out and flop back onto my back, looking up at Gill and his bemused facial expression. “Here. Put this on.”

“Wow, you really did think this whole thing out, didn't you?” he says, his voice warm and his eyes gentle. Gill's strong, no doubt about that, but he knows when to show a different side. I can see it right here, right now, and it's the most beautiful sight I've ever seen. I don't tell him that out loud though—he'd probably tease me if I did.

“Just put it on,” I whisper, a fire burning down below that I can't wait to quench. If his fingers feel that good then …

“Oui, mademoiselle,” he whispers back, leaning down and kissing me softly, our lips barely brushing as he breathes against my mouth, “I aim to please.”