Still, that didn’t mean I couldn’t taunt her a little. Tease her.
But when she stepped out of the bathroom this time, smelling like vanilla and wearing a shockingly innocent red and white nightgown that did nothing to hide the round shape of her perfect tits, or the outline of hard, braless nipples, it took all of my willpower not to tear it off and show her exactly how much I wanted her.
But I couldn’t. My job was to protect her, not to fuck her. Not to claim her. Not to make her mine.
“You’re staring again,” she said, her voice tense and annoyed.
“I’m a man, Kat, not a fucking saint.”
She looked down at her nightgown, completely fucking oblivious to the inner turmoil she was causing, and then up at me.
“Are you saying that you like this nightgown on me, Terry?”
“Don’t play with me, Kat.”
The smile she wore in that moment was devious, and she gave an innocent shrug. “Who’s playing? I’m just your best friend’s sister, no big deal. Right?”
“Right,” I growled and reached for a pillow to cover the erection that threatened to embarrass me, or worse.
“No. Big. Deal.”
Hurt flashed in her eyes, but it was there so quickly, I was sure I imagined it. Instead of torturing myself, I went to the mini bar and grabbed four small bottles of Jameson. “Whiskey?”
“Sure, I could use a stiff drink.” Her words were careful, deliberate. Teasing.
“Kat,” I growled.
“Terry,” she growled back with a mischievous smile. “What’s the big deal? You don’t want a rich bitch or the Ashby Princess, right? Just think of me as nothing more than your sister or a cousin.”
“You’re not my fucking sister.” I growled and tossed two of the small bottles on the bed. Angry. Horny. Frustrated.
“I know that. I was beginning to wonder if you did.”
She flashed a sweet, innocent smile that might have worked on someone who didn’t know her so well. All that smile did to me was make me want to kiss her until the real Kat showed up.
I tossed a pillow at her and she laughed.
“I’m taking the side closest to the door.”
It didn’t matter that she was dressed in next to nothing or that we’d be sharing a bed. My job was to keep Kat safe and I would do it, not just because Jasper trusted me to keep her safe, but because I would rather die a thousand fucking times than see Kat hurt.
“Fine by me. But fair warning, I’m a cuddler.”
Kat tossed her head back, dark hair cascading down her back, and let out a low husky laugh. Amused but also aroused.
“It’s true. Ask Madison. Why do you think she jumped at the chance to move into the big house?”
She was a cuddler. Why did that sound like both a threat and a promise? “I don’t cuddle.”
She laughed again. “You’ve been warned.” Kat reached for the second small bottle, twisted the cap and lifted it in the air.
“To resisting temptation.”
We touched glasses and I swallowed the whiskey down in one gulp, wishing for something stronger because it was going to be a long fucking night.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Kat
The sound of a car door slamming in the distance pulled me from a deep sleep and I sat up straight, blinking to bring my eyes into focus. A hotel room. A hot body, a hot male body turned and wrapped an arm around my waist, snuggling me close. Then a few more details came into focus.
I’m in a hotel room with Terry.
My body went stiff at the touch of his big strong hands holding me close, the feel of cock, hard and pressing against my ass. I froze and slammed my eyes shut against the sensations that rocketed through me, waiting for Terry to wake up and realize who he was cuddling before he recoiled in disgust. Despite his compliments and flirty words. Despite the way his gaze wandered to my nipples earlier, I knew what he really thought of me.
Baby sister. Off limits. Friend zone.
But with Terry’s hard muscular body pressed against mine, it was hard to think of anything other than how much I wanted him. And seeing him in nothing but a towel with his tattoos on full display, reminding me that he was no longer the boy of my dreams, but the man, wasn’t helping at all right now. Especially when he released a sleepy groan as his hand slid up from my belly to cup my breast.
Oh. Shit. His palm grazed my nipple and I let out a shocked gasp when I really wanted to lean into it. Into him. Instead I froze, again waiting to see if he woke up and jumped away from me.
He didn’t.
Terry groaned and pressed his hips against my body, and I knew the moment he woke up. His body tensed briefly and then he squeezed my breast again. A moan escaped before I could stop it and Terry’s body stilled, but his hands didn’t move away.
“Kat.”
“Yeah?” My voice was tense and strained, even to my own ears, and I was tempted to turn to see his face as he spoke. But I wasn’t ready. Not yet.
“You good?” His voice was thick with sleep or maybe it was desire, or maybe I just hoped it was desire.
I nodded. “Yep. I’m good.” I was more than good as long as Terry kept his body so close. “Real good.”
“Me too,” he growled and ground his cock into me as his lips pressed to my neck. I shuddered and arched my back so his cock buried deeper against my ass cheeks. “So good.”
On its own, my neck tilted to take more of Terry’s kisses and that was all he needed to take things further. His grip tightened and his hip thrust against me again, and I turned in his
