She’s not so little anymore, I want to say, but I bite my tongue.
I stare at the phone long after he hangs up, wondering what instrument of torture he’d use on me if he found out half the things I want to do to his sister. I shake my head at the thought before grabbing our things and heading back inside.
It doesn’t occur to me to knock until I’m inside the bedroom and staring at Vivienne, who’s standing in the center of the room with nothing but a small towel wrapped around her body. She’s staring out the window and into the forest, unaware of my presence.
All my blood rushes south and fills up my cock, which had only just started to go down.
I know I should turn around and get the hell out of the bedroom, give her some privacy, but I can’t make myself move or look away.
Her hair’s wet, and I find myself tracing the water droplets that trail along her shoulders and back. I follow them to the towel with my gaze, then continue down her narrow waist and to that supple ass, curved to perfection and fuck, is it a wonder that I want to touch her? That my cock aches with the need to be inside of her?
I must make some kind of noise or something that has her head whipping around and she gasps when she spots me, scrambling to hold her towel in place. “Kyle, I…I didn’t hear you come in.”
“The door was open,” I say lamely before lifting the bags for her to see, but I still can’t take my eyes off her. “I’ll go grab a shower. Call out if you need me.”
I don’t wait for her response as I drop her bag and carry mine to the bathroom. My heart is pounding against my rib cage as I walk in, stripping off my clothes almost before the door can close behind me.
I want her.
The VP’s sister. Forbidden to me. Under my protection, but fuck, I want to be inside her. Fuck that pussy until I’ve erased any man that has ever touched her.
I step into the shower and turn on the water, unable to think beyond the fact that the bathroom smells like her. It carries the warm scent of wild jasmine and something sweet.
Lust claws my chest as I take my cock in my hand, so strong and violent it roars at me to walk into the bedroom and seduce her into wanting me with just as much desperation. To kiss that sexy mouth until I’m swallowing her moans. Kiss the rest of her bodyuntil she’s trembling for me, then take her until we’re both sated. On the bed, the floor, against the wall, it doesn’t fucking matter as long as I’m buried inside her.
Damn the consequences.
“Fuck!” I hiss as I start to stroke myself. My legs are shaky so I slap my palm on the wall to hold myself up. I haven’t wanted a woman like this since…ever. No, I’ve never been this desperate with it. Never this reckless.
I can’t help but picture those eyes, dazed, on mine. That sexy mouth panting with my name, screaming it until everyone knows that she belongs to me now. That those big hazel eyes see only me, and I’m the only man who gets to sink into her wet pussy.
“Mine,” I choke out, fucking my fist like an animal, hoping the sounds of the shower muffle most of the noise I’m making. I can’t think beyond this moment or the way she makes me feel. The way I want her.
Desperately.
My breath wheezes out as my thrusts grow jerky, my muscles painfully tensing with the threat of an orgasm. When it comes, it tears through me so violently that my legs damn near give out. My vision doubles, then triples as cum sprays over my tight fist and onto the shower floor where it’s washed away. I grip my cock tightly, jerking it through the storm until I’ve wrung myself out. My body loses all tension, and I find myself slumped against the wall, heart still pounding ruthlessly against my ribs.
I try not to think about what this means.
Knox is a boss, a brother, and a mentor all wrapped in one. Crossing this line would mean violating his trust, but howthe fuck can I not want her? She’s the perfect girl, and she’s forbidden. This has to be fate’s idea of a joke.
Chapter Three
Viv
Dinner had barely settled when I suggested spending the evening breathing in the crisp forest air while soaking in a hot tub.
It was my idea, so why am I hesitating?
Okay, so maybe it wasn’t the brightest idea, because I didn’t anticipate getting naked—well, almost naked, with the most handsome man I have ever seen. It’s bad enough that we’re going to be sharing a room tonight, and now I have to climb into the hot tub and pretend I’m not checking out his body? And good Lord, what a body he has.
For years, I’ve had to endure Rick’s disgusting habit of walking around bare-chested. I was subjected to the unwelcome view of his torso for so long that I was certain I would never find another man attractive and yet, here we are.
I can’t look away from Kyle. Shirtless, his body is a piece of art.
His arms are resting on the edge of the hot tub, exposing the muscles of his biceps and forearms. I can tell he works out. Swimming or maybe track. He appears lean and strong with intricate ink that runs over his pecs and down his torso before disappearing into the water.
He’s breathtaking.
