Untamed (A Bad Boy Secret Baby Romance)(35)

It would be a big mistake. It could never work, never! Not with Dad in the picture…

I feel his breath on my neck, and I lean back against him, growing more comfortable by the second, yet my heart only beats faster.

There’s a voice inside me screaming: Don’t do this, Dee! You’re a smart girl. What if Dad comes down?

But I want to do this. I’ve wanted to be close to him since he first stepped out of that limousine… or maybe it even went back to Thailand.

“I never stopped thinking about you, Dee,” he says quietly.

I don’t reply. I don’t know how to. All I know is that I thought about him too… often.

“You shouldn’t have come here,” I whisper, playing with his fingers. “You’re trapped now, like me.”

“Then I would never have seen you again.”

“Dad will use you until you’re broken, then throw you away.”

“No he won’t.”

“He will.”

“Dee, don’t think about that anymore.”

But I can’t help it. “I feel so alone here.”

I hear him suck in a breath of air as if my words somehow hurt him.

I pull his hands tighter around my body, and that’s when I feel the tip of his nose by my ear. Unconsciously, I press myself to him, tilt my head to the side, and when his lips touch my skin he sets it on fire.

My breathing quickens, my heart starts to thump in my chest, and I hold onto his hands tighter as he kisses me again beneath my ear, and then again.

I turn to him, look into his gorgeous eyes, look at his soft lips set within that granite jaw.

Now I say it: “I thought about you, too. All the time.”

He kisses me, and I melt into his arms, fall into him as he claims my lips. It’s the first kiss I’ve ever had with a boy, and I have no idea what I’m doing, but he kisses me so softly, so gently, as if guiding me with his own lips.

And I love the feeling of it, his lips on mine. It makes me tingle, makes me feel this building storm of anticipation in my belly, and butterflies… so many butterflies.

“Dee,” he breathes, holding onto my face, kissing me harder. I fall into him more still, turn myself around, clamber on top of him so that I’m straddling him, and I hold onto his face, run my hands through his hair, kiss him harder, faster.

There’s an urgency coursing through me, something I’ve not felt before. I press my body against him, imagine our heartbeats aligned as one, and his hands hold onto me, touch my neck, my collar bone, touch me lower still.

His fingers love my body, and in a hurried flurry I take his t-shirt and pull it up. He gets it up over his head, throws it away, and I push against his shoulders, guide him down onto the mat. I look down his gorgeous, muscled, and tight body, feel my temperature skyrocketing, and then I’m on top of him, kissing his lips, and I feel the touch of his tongue.

My heart surges, and I push my tongue into his mouth, meet his, dance with his, and I love it even more. I never imagined it would feel this good, but somehow it does, and I can barely breathe, but I don’t care. I never want him to stop kissing me.

I touch his hard chest, his tight body, but a moment of panic seizes me, and I break our kiss, lean up from him, my hair falling down around his face.

“I…,” I begin, before trailing off. “I’m all sweaty.”

Duncan smirks. “It’s really sexy.”

“I’ve never… you know.”

“Don’t be scared. I won’t do anything you don’t want to.”

His tongue comes out, runs across his lower lip for a moment, and I have the sudden urge to lean back down and taste him again, but instead I get off him.

“Come on,” I say. “We can’t stay here.”

Together we go upstairs to my room, and there he takes my hand, turns me, presses me against the wall, and kisses me again.

I latch onto him, link my arms behind his neck, and then I feel his hands on my thighs, and gasp when he lifts me up easily. I quickly latch my ankles around his waist.

Above him now, looking down on him, I kiss him feverishly again, and he carries me into my room, kicks the door shut behind him.

Our teeth bang into each other, the kiss is rough, not at all delicate, and I’m panting, my heart is racing, blood is thundering in my ears.

I’m so nervous, but so excited. I’m scared, worried that I won’t know what to do, or what we even will do.

Here I am, inexperienced, a virgin, making out with my foster brother, and my hands are on his hard chest, and it’s like I can feel electricity arcing into my body.

I moan onto his face, bite his lip, feel this intense energy growing inside me. It washes the world away, and it’s just Duncan with me here, and nothing else matters. Nothing else matters.