He takes his hands from his pockets as he reaches me. His palm braces against my neck, thumb pressing beneath my chin to tilt my head back. I’m met with hunger in his pale sage eyes, and as much as I want to agree with him, I know I can’t. He was right the first time. This can never be. We should never have let last night happen.
“You’re best friends with him. Brothers, even. Closer than family. I don’t want to be the reason—”
“Do you want to be with me?” he asks.
I do.
None of this felt like one night.
None of this felt like a quick fling of lust.
This felt…
“Yes,” I manage.
His tongue darts over his lips, and he shifts the weight on his feet. “Then you’ll have to rip my heart from my chest and stomp on it before I let you go. Run it through the shredder until it can’t be put back together, Andi. That’s the only way I’ll walk away from you.”
“What about Reed?” I ask.
“I’ll tell him when we’re ready,” he answers.
“And until then?”
The right corner of his lips quirks upward. “Until then…”
He leans down, his open mouth pressing to mine, his tongue sweeping across my own in a teasing, claiming manner. I groan into his possessive kiss, my knees weakening beneath it. His hand moves to the back of my neck, fingers tightening in my hair and causing me to suck in a sharp breath. He parts from me, his nose brushing against my cheek until he reaches my ear.
“Until then, I’ll enjoy every illicit second with you,” he says against the shell. “Every second that I know you’re thinking of me when you shouldn’t… Imagining my tongue sliding along your center… my dick buried inside that tight pussy of yours…” He moans as if the very thought has him in agony and nibbles my earlobe.
“Can you keep us a secret, beautiful?”
My eyes close, neck craning as I lean into him.
Fuck my brother.
“Yes.”
His other hand squeezes my waist, and just as I think he’ll kiss me, he steps back. The vacancy splashes over me like ice water.
He’s grinning when I open my eyes.
“Wait—where are you going?” I ask in a more desperate tone than I mean to.
“God, that’s cute,” he mutters. “I’m actually late,” he adds as he starts cracking his knuckles, eyes running over me in a manner that makes me want to drop to my knees right there so I can taste the dick that had me crying from pleasure last night.
“I just needed to straighten all of this out before having to pretend like I’m not dying inside the rest of the day,” he explains.
I try not to smile. “I think I like you in agony.”
His smirk lifts into his gleaming eyes. “Fuck, I do, too,” he says.
“I could drive us if you want,” I say as he takes his phone out to call a car.
He chuckles. “It’s adorable that you think I’d behave alone with you in a car.”
“I didn’t say that,” I reply.
He stares at me for a long enough beat that I know he’s debating it. “What kind of car did they give you?”
