Stepbrother Unsealed(35)

I reach underneath the table, grab her foot, and hold it in my lap. My hand works her arch, admiring its beauty. It's impossible not to think about the way her toes are curling soon, wrapped around my ass while I drive my hips hard between her legs.

Fuck.

“I never realized SEALs kicked back so much,” she says, her laughter fading as she notices my hand massaging up her ankle. “I'm not going to lie – I thought you were just an arrogant jackass when we first met.”

“Still am,” I tell her with a shrug. “Yeah, we're America's finest, but we've gotta have our fun. I also know exactly what I want in life, and I don't have time for anybody or anything who gets in my way.”

Her smile softens. I think she understands, even if I'm ruining the five minute head trip where she saw another side to me than badass killer.

I don't care about giving her a glimpse. But I'm not doing illusions either. I'm still Chris Cleveland, and there's nothing more I want right now than to finally fuck this girl, burn everything wicked and wild out of our systems for good.

I polish off the last of my wine and stand up, heading over to her. “You still want that brownie sundae? It's huge, even for me, and I'll need your help if I put the order in.”

“Oh, no.” Delia looks at her almost empty plate in surprise. “I've probably eaten too much. I really got kinda carried away while you were talking, and I shouldn't have –“

“Nonsense.” I take her hands and jerk her up, spinning her smartly into my chest. “We can do the sundae later. Right now, I'm hungry for something else, and I know you are too.”

I don't give her time to react. I push her against the wall and throw my lips on hers, pouring out my heat, my need, all the molten desire I've been bottling up for the first time since I laid eyes on this woman.

The kiss takes her by surprise. She's still for about ten seconds, but finally she melts into my arms, opening her lips for my tongue to stroke deeper, wetter, sexier. I kiss her the same way I want to fuck her, hard and so damned deep, reaching all the way to her soul.

My hands slide down her back, and I use my hips to keep her against the wall, pinned down, her legs gradually opening for me. It's a great position to fuck her right through her dress again, grind against her clit 'til she goes off like a rocket, exploding underneath me.

But I'm sick of this cat and mouse shit. I don't want anymore barriers between her pussy and me, and I want to feel her coming on my mouth, on my fingers, convulsing on my raging cock.

I gaze into her eyes, letting her see the full force of my building hunger. “You ready to get that V-card punched for good, sis? Or are we just going to share a bed and pretend we don't want to fuck each other's brains out every waking second?”

Her cheeks flush and her lips tremble. Fuck if it doesn't make me want to bite them harder, drag her wet little lip into my mine and never, ever let go.

“Yes!” It comes out her lips in a shallow gasp, and my dick jerks. It's all I need to hear. I let her up from the wall and feel her pulse quickening in my hand.

I walk us over to the bed before I take her in my arms again, feeling for the zipper lining her spine. The tight black dress those bastards soiled is coming off. She's lucky I don't just tear it to shreds.

Delia's mine now. Every beautiful inch of her. Whenever I decide to let her get dressed again, she'll be a whole new woman.#p#分页标题#e#

The only thing that makes me pause before I give her dress its final pull is the electric warning surging in my nerves, the threat of something too damned good shining in her eyes.

Once I start fucking her, I might not ever stop.

What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, sure, but if she's half as hot as I think, I'm going to want more when she's back to being my stepsis at home. What then?

I don't have a fucking clue. I can't think anymore. By the time her impatient little lips connect with mine again, I don't care about anything except feeling her wrapped around every inch of me.





VII: One Week in Paradise (Delia)


“Can't believe we've waited so fucking long to do this, Delia. It feels like half a lifetime. I never waited with girls before – I'd fuck them in twenty-four hours or move on. With you, it's different. I gave you another chance, I gave myself one too. I need to know why.”

I can't believe he killed them like it was nothing. I can't believe he's this insatiable, this ready to fuck me, only hours after he slaughtered two men in cold blood.

I'm even more surprised I'm going to let him.

Every time his skin meets mine, it's like some crazy chemistry I don't understand. I can't think about the way I was almost brutally raped, or how dumb I've acted since our plane landed. There's nothing – and I mean nothing – in my head except how incredible his hands feel on my body.