Stepbrother Untouchable(41)

“Goodnight, Brynn!” I finally hear my mom call as she heads up to the third floor. I freeze.

“Goodnight!” I call back, and immediately begin pulling at the ends of my hair. I keep watching TV until I hear Pierce heading upstairs, too, then quickly close my computer and hurry into the bathroom, wincing as I put too much weight on my right ankle. I run my fingers through my hair and decide I should brush my teeth. Just as I'm putting my toothbrush back down, I hear a soft knock at my door. My heart jumps in my chest.

I walk back into my bedroom just in time to see the door open and Nate stick his head in.

“Hi,” I murmur.

“Hi,” he replies, taking a couple more steps in and closing the door behind him. I smile at him nervously. I suddenly have no idea what to say—the usual ease of conversation between us is replaced with jittery nerves and excitement. His appearance right now isn't helping matters. He's barefoot, and wearing jeans and a V-neck white t-shirt. He looks impossibly, effortlessly sexy. “I can't remember the last time I was nervous with a woman,” he finally says.

“Oh, well…good. I'm nervous, too, I mean.”

He smiles and begins to walk slowly toward me. “I want to do everything with you, Brynn. The idea of being the first one to show you…everything…” He takes a deep breath. “But I'm going to go slowly. You have to tell me if I'm ever moving too quickly, alright? It's going to be hard for me not to get caught up in the moment.”

I nod and realize that I've been holding my breath while he's been talking. He stops just in front of me and wraps his arms around my waist, then leans his head forward until his forehead rests against mine.

“Come to bed,” he whispers. A thrill of pleasure runs through me.

“You don't know how long I've wanted to hear you say that.” He grins widely and presses his lips against mine. In contrast to our recent urgent caresses, this one is slow and gentle. Perhaps because we know we're finally on the same page, and we have all night to spend with each other. His tongue delicately flicks against mine, and I feel his hands move under my ass and pick me up. He spins and walks to the bed, setting me down in a seated position on the edge. “Is there anything…in particular you want tonight?”

“I just want you,” I reply with a shrug.

“Well, that I can do.” He grabs the bottom of his t-shirt and pulls it off over his head. I bite my lip. The tightness and size of his muscles always takes me aback. I lean forward and nuzzle my nose into the hair just under his belly button, then softly kiss him. I hear a low grunt from the back of his throat and lean back to look at him questioningly. He's looking down at me like he's about to devour me in one bite, but he takes a deep breath and kneels down in front of me, spreading my knees apart so he can push right up against me. He pulls me toward him and opens my lips with his.

As our tongues meet, I feel his fingertips gliding softly over the top of my camisole, barely touching my right breast. I press forward into his hand, but he pulls back. I quickly learn my lesson and stay still as his fingers return, teasingly running just under the fabric. Finally I feel him reach up with both hands and pull the cotton down and hook it under my breasts so it stays put.

He dips his head and pulls my breasts together, taking one nipple into his mouth and sucking on it, then quickly moving over to the other. I moan and tilt my head back as my hands grip the comforter beside me. He backs off and takes the bottom hem of my shirt, pulling it off over my head.

“You have the most gorgeous breasts,” he breathes, palming them as though he's sculpting clay.

“Really? I've always been self-conscious of them.”

“Why?” He looks at me in shock. “They're perfect.” He leans forward to kiss me softly, then begins to unbutton his jeans.

“Wait, um, can I?” I stop him. He smiles at me and stands. I slowly reach forward and finish unbuttoning them, then move the zipper down. I can feel his eyes on me, but I keep my gaze on what I know is waiting for me underneath his denim. The arch of his cock is pressing against his boxer-briefs as I push his jeans past his knees. I pause and then take the sides of his waistband and pull them out and around. His thick mushroom tip springs out as soon I pull the boxers down. He's so big that I can't begin to imagine how he's going to fit inside me.

My worry must read on my face, because he says, “We'll take it slow.” I nod and push the boxers down to his jeans, holding them as he steps out of them. I gulp as I'm face-to-face again with his manhood. “Have you ever…?” he asks leadingly, nodding down at himself.

“Never,” I reply.