“Helen—”
“GET OUT!” I screamed, grabbing the vase and throwing it at him, and hating how I purposely missed. And instead of taking the damn hint, he walked toward me and not away. “Wyatt…”
He wrapped his arms around my shoulders, pulling me toward him, not caring at all that I was soaking wet…or that I’d been yelling at him.
WYATT
She didn’t seem to realize she was crying when she was yelling at me. Crying and shivering. But I did, and in that moment, I didn’t really care what she was saying and hugged her. This was natural for me. Holding her when she was upset. Going to her when she told me to leave. I didn’t know how else to be. I didn’t want to know how else to be…which made this very un-normal. Monk was right. If I thought of her like my sister, I’d think she was insane. But I didn’t. So, I needed to shatter that image forever.
Releasing her only slightly and lifting her chin up, I stared down at her. My heart was drumming like mad for the first time ever.
“Wyatt, don’t me pity me...”
“Stop trying to discern my feelings,” I said seriously, though I couldn’t help but smirk. Before she opened her mouth to tell me to get out, or leave, or that she hated me, or loved me, I kissed her lips gently. And in that second, neither of us closed our eyes. We stared at each other as I kissed her. Like we were daring each other to stop, to pull away first.
And somewhere between the staring and the kissing, she gave up. Her eyes closed, and she wrapped her arms around me, leaned in and kissed me back, forgetting she was in nothing but a towel…forgetting everything else. And when she forgot, I could, too. Pressing up against her, her breasts against my chest, putting my hands in her wet hair, I kissed her back. My tongue slipping into her mouth, and that was it.
There was no going back.
There was no running away.
I knew there was a very high chance this would blow up in our faces, but right now, as I squeezed her ass, as I cupped her breast, as my dick hardened, I couldn’t give a damn.
KNOCK.
“Helen?” Darcy’s voice came from the other side of the door.
We both froze, our lips breaking away, but only slightly. I could see the panic starting to rush back into her brown eyes.
Placing my finger on her swollen lips, I shook my head.
It didn’t take long for her phone to beep from its spot next to her bed. She tried to move from me, but I held her steady.
“Wyatt…” her voice trailed off, and I was pretty sure she was in the early stages of shock. Finally, she managed to get the words out. “This is insane.”
“Everything this family does is insane,” I reminded her.
“We’re cousins.”
“We’re second cousins, and you’re adopted anyway.”
“We can’t do this.”
“Haven’t you noticed I make it a habit of doing what people tell me I can’t do?” I grinned. She just frowned, trying to pull away…trying being the key word.
“This isn’t a joke, what we’re doing is—”
“Is what we want.” That’s where I was getting confused. That’s why I felt so conflicted…I was fighting what my body clearly wanted and what I thought I should be doing. That wasn’t me. “I’m selfish remember. I do what I want. I don’t want to think. I want to simply enjoy. Enjoy with me, Helen. Let’s forget about everything else, and everyone else. And give into our instincts. If that makes us bad, fuck it, we do bad things daily. Let’s see how deep this goes. How bad we are. Let’s figure out what it is we’re feeling. No one else has to know until we know.”
“How do we manage to do that? Sneak into each other’s rooms at night?”
“For now, no.” We didn’t need that type of stress now. Releasing her, I took a step back. “Your place in the city…outside of the city if we must.”
“Like your mistress?” she shot back at me.
I thought that over for a second, and while my cock was throbbing with the very idea of what that meant, I still didn’t want to do that to her. “Not that.”
“Then what?”
“I don’t know. Let’s talk it over tomorrow at dinner…like a date.”
“And if people ask questions—”
“We’ve gone out to eat before. No one has ever questioned it, nor would they, lest you give us way—”
“You’re the one with a hard on right now, so…you’d give it away, not me,” she shot back. And hearing the word hard on from her lips, the same lips I’d just been kissing, shouldn’t have turned me on as much as it did…and by damn, it did.
The façade was gone.
I wanted to screw her till the only thought in her mind was of me and my cock, fucking her into oblivion, I wanted to see how far she was willing to go with me. How far could we go?
That was it.
This didn’t disgust me. It excited me. I was excited by this.
I was the moth this time, to
