I tremble. “Yes.”
“If you’ve never had a lover, why?”
I once overheard him and Shane talking about women. Oliver said he preferred them bare. He’s still staring at my naked mound with a hungry gaze, looking as if he intends to eat me whole. More heat suffuses me, and the ache between my legs cranks up, tightening unmercifully.
The hand he stroked over my underwear clenches into a fist at his side. The lights of the bathroom are bright, and as I shift my weight from one leg to the other, I can feel how wet I am. There’s no way Oliver can’t see it.
“Do you like it?”
“Christ, you look so sweet,” he chokes out as he eases his fingers toward me, then softly caresses my bare flesh. “So wet. So smooth and pretty.”
I bite my lip—and decide to take a risk. If I want this to continue, I have to. “I did it for you.”
His gaze bounces up to mine. “Did you? Oh, love…”
Before I can answer, his fingers part my slick folds. He finds my clit. I jolt at the contact.
He rubs slowly. Under his sure touch, I feel as if I’m coming undone, unraveling from the inside out. Unconsciously, I spread my legs wider.
“Fuck.” He swallows and eases the tips of his fingers into my virginal opening. “I shouldn’t do this, but you feel so silky and hot and… I’ve had so many fantasies about touching you. How am I supposed to stay away?”
As soon as his words make it past the pleasure reeling through my brain, I gasp and grab on to his arms. “You’ve wanted me?”
As if speaking the question brings him back to his senses, he jerks away. “Why do you bloody think I’m leaving? Shane would’ve had my balls for desiring you this way.”
Oliver can’t leave because he worries what my brother might have thought. I refuse to let him.
I reach out and grab his erection through his jeans. He groans long and low, head tossed back like he’s in pain, but his expression fills with pleasure.
Oh, wow. His cock is so thick I can barely get my hand around it. And as I start to stroke him like some of my sorority sisters have dished about doing to their boyfriends, I can feel how long and strong he is.
I panic a little. The times I’ve masturbated, I’ve had trouble getting more than one of my own fingers up there. How will he shove all of this inside me? Will it burn and sting as he batters his way deep?
I know my first time will hurt. That worries me, but if I can persuade him to say yes, Oliver will make it good. He cares about me, and I’m willing to do anything to make him stay.
Pressing my mouth to his and slipping my tongue inside, I unbuckle his belt and reach for his zipper.
He grabs my wrists. “Kayla.”
“Please. You want me. I want you. We’re adults. Shane is gone. Why shouldn’t we have each other? And maybe you can stay. We could make it work, even be like…a new family.”
Oliver
Nothing Kayla said could tempt me more.
Shane’s little sister is idealistic; I know that. But when it comes to her, so am I. She can’t possibly know that my fantasies about her aren’t purely sexual—though there are plenty of hot, sweaty, forbidden notions about her running through my head and contributing to my spank bank. But the notion of creating a family with Kayla sends my desire ratcheting to another level.
My parents divorced when I was a teenager. Shitty situation. They were both assholes, wanting me to take sides. They argued over me, then tried to buy my loyalty. When that didn’t work, they each tried to poison me against the other. As soon as I could, I moved to a flat with some friends. But that wasn’t far enough to escape them.
So when I finally scraped enough money together, I bought a plane ticket and headed across the pond. I’d known Shane from an online gaming forum for years. He welcomed me with open arms and became the brother I never had. Though things are better with my parents now, I still consider Shane my real family because he was there for me when it counted. I miss the crazy bastard every day.
Kayla…is different. No matter how much I willed it, she never felt like a sister to me. The moment I set eyes on her, I wanted her. Because I was so much older and more experienced, Shane didn’t approve. Yes, he’s gone, but I still feel as if I owe him my allegiance.
How the hell can I make Kayla understand that and back away without hurting her feelings? Because if I kiss her again—big mistake—or put my hands on her once more—an even bigger mistake—I may not be able to stop what happens next.
“Oliver…” she murmurs, looking so soft and appealing, even under the bright bathroom lights. “Please.”
“Your brother—”
“Would want us both to be happy. You know that’s true.”
I can’t deny that, just like I can’t deny that Kayla isn’t underage and in high school anymore.
Damn her doe eyes. The way she’s looking at me like she’s aching and only I can cure her gets to me. I want to give in; I know I shouldn’t. She’s right in front of me, so close I can smell her musky-vanilla scent that often ruins my concentration and plagues my sleep.
“I need you.”
Bloody hell. She’s begging and basically naked. I want to be stronger…but a man has his limits.
Kayla just trampled all over mine.
I shut off my brain and close my eyes, then let out a damning curse before I lunge into her personal space. I grind my mouth over hers, tongue plunging in ravenous strokes. She softens and moans. And I drown in her taste.
I can’t resist her hard nipples, either. They’re mere inches from my fingers, inviting me.
When I pinch the hard peaks again, she sucks in a
