Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 45361 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45361 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
His hands slide down to my hips, and he tugs me toward him as if he doesn’t want any space between us. His touch glides from my hips to my ass, massaging as our kiss becomes more passionate. Our mouths are open wide, our tongues searching for each other as we moan.
“We have to be quiet,” I whisper.
“I know,” he groans, then kisses me again.
As we sink into the kiss, we consume each other like we’re starving. I try to summon the courage to stop this. Or maybe it’s not courage. Perhaps it’s decency.
Step-uncle. Step-uncle. Step-uncle.
I repeat the words in my mind in a weak attempt to remind myself how wrong this is. How unfair, but then he guides me to the bed, and I know we’ve gone too far. Taking a break was the right thing to do, but it was also dangerous. It meant we were stowing up lust with each passing minute, waiting for a chance to let it all go, to unleash our pleasure on each other. If our lust is a vehicle, it’s speeding, threatening to crash. Now we have the chance and can’t slam on the brakes.
I fall back onto the bed, and he falls atop me, holding himself up with his arms as our kiss grows wilder.
CHAPTER TEN
Miles
She tastes like heaven. She tastes like she was made for me.
Her moans are hot as hell, even if she tries to be purposefully quiet. The urgency in them gets me the most, the hunger in each breath telling me she wants—needs—more. She’s wearing PJs, a tank top, and shorts, her breasts pushing against my bare chest through the thin fabric. She needs me to slide my hand up her leg.
I groan, breaking off the kiss and rearing back, then grabbing the front of her top and pulling it down. She gasps, her eyes widening. Maybe she’s shocked at the animalistic way I’m behaving, but she shouldn’t be. There’s no other way I can behave after four days of white-knuckling my restraint.
Her breasts spill free, as voluptuous as I knew they’d be. She’s gorgeously plump, her nipples large, and the very tips already pert for me, as horny as the rest of her.
I shuffle to the side, letting myself lean down and take her nipple in my mouth, sliding my hand up her bare thigh until I come to her shorts. Her nipple responds to my attention, hard and needy in my mouth, her moans getting louder before she forcefully stops them.
I look up to find her biting down in that intoxicating way. She makes me drunk just from looking at her—her furrowed eyebrows, her mouth twisted in pleasure.
“Tell me to stop,” I whisper.
It’s a last effort to do the right thing. If she angrily snaps at me, we can’t do this. Then I’ll have to exercise some restraint and summon the big brother in me. She shakes her head. I grin like a savage, then take her nipple in my mouth again.
I pull down her shorts and slip my hand inside, moving lower until I feel her clit and wet lips, her hole so hot it’s like my hand will burn up. Sucking her nipple with more possessive force, I massage her pussy, moving my hand from her hole up between her lips, then focusing on her clit. Every inch of her is soaked with her lust.
Her moans get more intense when I focus on her clit. I lean up to watch the pleasure reverberate through her body. She’s shifting in time with my hand, her beautiful thickness shimmering for me, her breasts bouncing softly as I rub harder.
“You look so damn hot right now,” I snarl.
She raises her hand, bringing her finger to her lips in a shh gesture.
I nod, hating the secrecy, but she’s right to be cautious. There’s too much at risk.
“You better come quietly, then.” My voice is barely above a whisper. “Get a pillow ready just in case you moan too loudly. I can feel how badly your body wants this. You’re going to melt for me.”
Her hand strays across the bed, finding a pillow, clawing at it as I apply more pressure to her clit. I know she’d finish just from this. Each shimmering jolt of pleasure is etched into her movements, but I’m an indulgent man with my woman. I can’t resist her. Slipping further into her pants, I circle her entrance with my finger. She shudders against me, staring up with wide, innocent eyes.
“Have you ever done this before?” I whisper.
Her eyes snap open even wider, and I wonder, but she brings her finger to her lips again. No more talking. I get it.
Instead, I remove my hand from her shorts, then pull them down around her knees. With a snarl, I rise from the bed, pulling them the rest of the way. She lifts her legs for me, letting me slip the shorts over her feet. I gesture to her top, and she sits up, pulling it over her head, revealing her in all her naked glory.