Crap. We really are brother and sister now, but it's not like it stops me from wanting to climb into his lap, spread my hands on his chest, and find out how tight he'll stretch me once he sinks between my legs.
The fire surging through my veins isn't just anger, even though it should be. It's what we had last night, the strange, contradictory need to feel this asshole's lips on mine.
This isn't me. I'm supposed to be the good girl, the level headed one, the magna cum laude career woman in the making. I never thought I'd be sweet talked by hard muscles, tattoos, and confidence bordering on insanity, but here I am.
Here he is, laying in my bed, doing – what, exactly?
I push away from him. I have to get his hands off me, clear my head.
“What do we have to talk about?” I sigh angrily. “Neither of us can change this. We screwed up last night, and now things are going to be awkward. If only I'd known you were that Christopher. My new stepbrother Christopher, instead of just a beach bum sharing the same name.”
“Ah, fuck.” He sits up, smiling and shaking his head. “It's Chris. Mom just uses the long form bullshit to make me sound like I fit in her world. In case you hadn't noticed, I don't. No way in hell. I'm just here as a courtesy because I can't stop thinking about how sweet your little clit burned on my thumb.”
Holy shit. His green eyes shine when he says it, and I have to look away before my panties start on fire.#p#分页标题#e#
I can't let him win. I can't give in. This is crazy!
“Well, we certainly don't fit together, Chris. I can't help you there. Are you seriously staying here for awhile, or are you driving back to your base once you've sobered up?” I can smell the whiskey dripping off his breath.
It's amazing he didn't fall on the concrete below and kill himself when he made the jump. Maybe he has some secret SEAL gear I don't know about. Either way, I'm glad he smells drunk. It helps bury the intoxicating masculine scent I breathed last night, dreamed about, wanted so fucking badly to smell again.
“Bullshit. You're so coy, Delia. You still want me,” he says, bowing out his chest as he pushes his arm against my mattress and pops up. “Hell yeah, you do. I'd know that look on a woman anywhere. You really didn't know last night, did you?”
What?
My lip trembles as he walks toward me, and there's nowhere to run before his arms are around me again. “I don't know what you're talking about. Of course I didn't know about you last night! Do you think I'm some kind of psycho who really wants to fuck her own stepbrother?”
He chuckles, rich and smoky, vibrating through my body. “You tell me. Are you?”
His hands press against my spine, shooting down, smoothing the wrinkles in my dress. He captures my ass and squeezes it, so hard and swift I gasp, inadvertently throwing my hips into his.
“Goddamn, baby. You don't know what you've got in the trunk, do you? This is an ass men jerkoff to through a whole damned tour. This ass makes boys fight twice as hard in the field, whatever it takes to get home safe and tap it again.”
Hellfire shrieks in my veins. For the next few seconds, I'm a twisting, writhing mess in his hands, resisting the urge to grind into him like we did last night.
My clit remembers what he did. It can't forget. Neither can my skin, my nipples, even the tips of my fingertips. They all remember the buzz that flowed through them as we touched, kissed, and stroked ourselves to bliss.
God, it's undeniable. My entire body wants another taste. I don't want to stop, and my hands involuntarily wrap around my neck.
His lips press to mine, crushing and hot and forbidden. I can't believe I'm kissing my stepbrother – my own fucking stepbrother!
That does it.
I jerk back, wiping his taste off, pretending I'm ten times more disgusted than I really am. His rough hands finally let go and he steps away with a growl.
“You gotta be shitting me. I really disgust you that much?”
My heart sinks. I didn't mean it like that. It was just a reaction, a reflex to get him off me, before we toppled into bed together and made the greatest mistake of our lives.
“Sorry. No, Chris, it's not like that. It's just...this is too much,” I say softly, voice cracking. “You know we can't do this. It's wrong. If only we could've been at their stupid wedding and objected when they took their vows, maybe this would all be different. But it's too late for that. We need to learn to live together without all this teasing, this fighting, this urge to...”
I can't say it. My cheeks go bright red. Adrenaline shocks my body, raw desire that knows exactly what's on the tip of my tongue.
“What – to fuck? Because that's what I want to do every goddamned minute I'm standing here with you. I can't keep my hands off you, babe. I'm dangerous.”