“Oh,” is all I can get out. Relief floods my system, and the knot that had formed in my stomach untangles. I hated thinking he had some girlfriend coming over so much she brings a bag to stay the night. I shouldn’t care, but I do. I know we can’t ever be together, but it still hurts to think about. “I’ve never been to your house.”
I hear him let out a breath and I feel him sit down on the bed. “Did it bother you, thinking I had a girlfriend? That’s what Mom thought. That Emily was someone I was seeing. Is that what you thought, too?”
“Yes,” I whisper, feeling my face warm. Once again I’m thankful for the darkness.
“I hated seeing Owen touch you,” he admits, and I close my eyes at his words. “I hate thinking about anyone touching you.”
The air is charged between us, our darkened confessions creating something that hasn’t been between us before.
“What’s happening?” I whisper, but it might as well be a scream with how quiet the room is.
I feel Jasper lean closer to me, and I mirror his movement. My body has a mind of its own, all rational thought has left. It knows what it wants, and my head isn’t going to stop it. This isn’t what I should do, but it doesn’t care. All this time I’d always thought this crush was one-sided, but was I wrong? Did Jasper look at me as more than just a little sister? I wasn’t sure if that made this better or worse. The things he said to me in his truck flood back, and now they don’t seem like they were coming from a protective brother. They sounded like the words of a jealous lover.
The quiet between us is allowing us to bare our secrets, and the safety of it lets me explore my darkest desires. I close my eyes and allow the thoughts and feelings that I’ve tried to shut down to take over. Desire is raging inside me, and for this one moment, I allow myself to give in to them.
I feel his hand come to my cheek, and he turns my face towards him. My eyes spring open when I feel his breath on my lips. I’ve adjusted to the darkness now and can make out his face, so close to mine. Some light from the moon spills in through my curtains, and suddenly I can see what’s in front of me.
“What’s happening is something I’ve wanted to do for longer than I should have.”
He growls the last part as his warm mouth lands on mine. The kiss isn’t soft like I was expecting. It’s not careful or tentative; it’s intense and hungry. In the blink of an eye, I find myself kissing him back with the same urgency. All the years of telling myself that this was wrong and I shouldn’t want my brother in this way are pushed aside as desire takes over. I lean into him with fervor, opening my mouth to try and breathe him into me.
My hands go around his neck and he pulls me into his lap. I feel his hands on my ass, sliding under the long sleep shirt I’m wearing, and I moan. He breaks the kiss suddenly and whispers against my lips.
“Shhh.”
Then his lips are back on mine, but this time he pushes his tongue into my mouth. I can taste the warm, slick heat as it touches mine, and the feeling is foreign yet erotic. I’ve wanted this for so long, and finally it’s happening.
He devours my mouth, and I take in as much of this as I can. I want to remember every second of this, every single detail, because I may never have this again. This stolen moment in the dark that no one will ever know about. It will be our little secret. One that, when I lie in bed again in the dark, I’ll replay over and over in my head.
I push into him further, wanting to be as close as I can, ignoring all the fading thoughts that this is wrong. I deepen the kiss, choosing want over sense, and move my body against his. I need the friction as my legs go around his waist and I tighten my thighs, pulling me close to him. His cock is settled against my core, and I move my lower body against his. Instinct takes over once again and everything else is forgotten. My mind shuts off, and I allow all my primal needs to flood me.
He growls into my mouth, and I swear the sound vibrates through my whole body and goes straight to where I need it most. My core tightens and heat floods my veins as my body explodes with pleasure. I break away from his lips and throw my head back. I release a moan, but Jasper's hand goes over my mouth, muffling the sound that I’m too far gone to hide.
I let my head fall forward and enjoy the sensations of the orgasm, rocking through the pulses. Every part of me is alive, and for a moment I feel like I’m home again. The lost feelings from earlier gone, and in their place are sensations of comfort and love.
Slowly, Jasper takes his hand from my mouth, his heavy breathing the only sound in the room.
“Oh my God,” I whisper as reality sets in.