Branna Read Online Book L.A. Casey (Slater Brothers #4.5)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Funny, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Slater Brothers Series by L.A. Casey
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Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 53638 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 268(@200wpm)___ 215(@250wpm)___ 179(@300wpm)
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“You’ve been drinking,” Damien said flatly.

“I’ve sobered up a hell of a lot since you told me I was trouble.”

“You are trouble.”

“Prove it,” I challenged.

Damien took a step forward then hesitated before he said, “Let’s just chill and talk for a while. Just… just to see if this is what you really want.”

The words were hardly out of his mouth before I turned and scrambled up the bed, flopping onto my back.

“What are you doing?”

“What do you mean?” I asked, holding my position. “I’m chillin’.”

Damien folded his arms across his chest, the corners of his lips twitching.

“You usually chill on a bed with your thighs parted?” he asked, a slight hint of laughter in his tone.

“Actually,” I said, “this is how I lie on me bed. It’s kind of… freein’.”

Damien dropped his gaze from my eyes to my parted thighs. I saw his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed. He quickly crossed the room, turned his back to me, and sat on the edge of the bed. Without turning around, he patted the spot next to him and said, “Come here and talk with me. I want to hear your voice.”

I practically floated to his side, and it made Damien laugh.

“What do you want me to say?” I said, a little breathless.

Damien turned his gaze on me, and as he looked into my eyes, he said, “Say anything. I just want to hear your voice. I love your voice.”

I felt as if the air had been sucked from the room.

“You do?” I rasped.

Damien licked his lips. “Yeah, I hear your voice even when you aren’t around.”

My heart slammed against my chest.

“You do?” I repeatedly nodded.

“I hear you when it’s quiet,” he said, dropping his gaze to my lips.

I lazily dragged my tongue across my lower lip.

“What do I say when you hear me voice?” I asked; my voice sounded thick with desire.

Damien huffed a laugh. “You don’t want to know, Freckles.”

I scrunched up my face in displeasure. “Why do you call me that?”

He lifted his hand, and with his pinkie finger, he ran the tip over my nose and underneath my eyes.

“You have a splash of freckles right here,” he murmured.

I frowned. “If you say you think they’re cute, I may slap you.”

Damien simpered. “Cute is not a word I associate with you.”

My pulse spiked.

“What word do you associate with me?”

“I have a few,” he replied, lowering his hand from my face. “Smart, funny, hard-working… beautiful, elegant, sexy as sin.”

I gasped. “You think I’m funny?”

Damien almost instantly burst into laughter.

“Hell yes, you’re funny.” He chortled. “Out of all the words I said, you picked funny.”

I blushed. “No one has ever said I was funny before.”

“Well, you are.”

I leaned in a little closer to him. “You think I’m beautiful and elegant?”

“And sexy as sin,” he breathed. “Can’t forget about that.”

I smiled, and I heard a little groan come up Damien’s throat like he was straining to contain it. I stood up from the bed and kicked my heels off before I turned to face him. I stared down at Damien, and he stared up at me.

I couldn’t stand it anymore.

My body felt like it was a live wire of electricity. I wanted Damien to kiss me and touch me more than my next breath. I didn’t want him to make the first move; I was too aware of him to allow that to happen. Instead, I stepped forward, parted his thighs with my knees, and stepped between them.

“Alannah, what are—”

I brought my mouth down on top of his and took what I’d wanted since the first moment I saw him. I lifted my hands, thrusting them into his hair, and almost dropped to my knees. His hair was thick and soft—so freaking soft. I tangled my fingers around the strands and tugged.

“You’re playing a dangerous game with me, Lana,” Damien said against my lips, his voice husky. “I’d walk away if I were you.”

Boldness surged through me.

“That sounds like a challenge to me.”

“Talking,” Damien groaned into my mouth. “We’re supposed to be talking.”

“We are,” I replied, sliding my tongue over his lower lip. “We’re talkin’ with our bodies.”

Damien broke our kiss and stared up at me, his expression one of shock. It was quickly replaced by one so full of heat and longing that by the time he drew me against him, I was shaking.

“I want you so much,” he breathed. “God knows I’ve dreamed of touching you, kissing you, tasting you.”

I had to lock my knees together to keep from falling to them.

“What will you do to me if I let you touch me?” I asked, my voice thick with desire.

“I’d kiss you. Nice and slow until my lips are all you know. My hands would explore every inch of you until you only knew my touch. I’d love you so good the feel of me will be imbedded into you for life. I’d make your body mine.”


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