“What do I want?” he asks, reaching out a hand and tucking a lose strand of hair behind my ear. It takes everything I have to stop my body visibly reacting to his touch. “I wanna kiss you again, but this time, I don’t wanna be interrupted.”
This must be one of his cruel jokes. With the spell broken I push him away as hard as I can.
“Very funny, you’re hilarious,” I say, laying the sarcasm on thick.
His face doesn’t change, instead he steps closer to me again.
“Does it look like I’m laughing?”
This has to be him messing with me, it must be. I push him away again, admittedly not as forcefully as before.
“Don’t fuck with me, Diablo. I mean it.”
“I’m not fucking with you,” he says, stepping in again, still not actually touching me.
I wait, not knowing what to believe anymore. I can’t tell if he’s being serious or not. Shit, I don’t even know what I want. Do I even want him to kiss me? I know the answer before the question has fully formed in my mind. Of course I want him to kiss me, but I shouldn’t.
He’s Diablo, I hate him. And worse, he’s my best friend’s brother. God… Donovan leaves town and within a week I’ve started something with his older brother. I cannot be that girl. I didn’t even tell Donovan what happened in the closet, I just told him that we’d argued, and Diablo pissed me off which is why I left in such a hurry.
“We can’t,” I whisper, so softly I’m surprised he can even hear me.
“Are you saying no?”
He might be an asshole, but I know that he’ll respect my answer. I can say no, and he’ll leave, never bothering me again. I should say no… instead, I’m still… and I’m quiet. Watching his face, and the way that every now and then his eyes dart to my lips. Feeling self-conscious, I roll my bottom lip in between my teeth. He reaches his arms on either side of me, gripping the kitchen countertop.
“Don’t do that,” he says, his voice deeper than normal.
“Sorry, nervous habit,” I say softly, with no idea why I’m apologizing to him.
“You’re still doing it.”
He lifts his hand to my face, gently pulling my bottom lip out from between my teeth, running the pad of his thumb across it.
Fuck it.
I lick his thumb and gently suck it into my mouth. It’s all the invitation he needs because the next thing I know I’m in his arms, his lips on mine, his hands gripping me anywhere he can reach. I part my lips to let him in, and he groans before exploring me with his tongue. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pull him to me, reveling in the scent of his leather cut.
Needing more, I press my body into his, and he grinds into me in response; he’s hard already, just like in the closet. It was at this point that the door had opened, but there’s no one here to interrupt us now. That thought alone makes me realize what’s happening… as incredible as this feels, the logic in me knows this can never end well.
I should stop this, but the thought of not having his hands and lips on me isn’t an option. He trails kisses down my neck and across my throat, my head falls back and I releasea moan as he gently nibbles at a spot on my neck that I love. It drives him on, his hands move under my ass, lifting me into his arms. He’s stronger than he looks, usually it’s only bigger guys who bother to try and pick me up. I wrap my legs around him, feeling his length pressing against me.
I’m placed on the kitchen table as he stands between my legs. His hands are exploring my body, cupping my breasts over the top of my t-shirt. My nipples harden even through my bra and he uses his thumbs to tease them, making me moan again.
He groans. “You feel so fucking good, princess.”
One of his hands leaves my breast and lowers between us, I guess he’s probably going for his fly, he thinks we’re going to fuck. What am I doing? This is Donovan’s brother. I can’t.
“Stop.”
He pulls back and steps away but looks at me with lust filled eyes; the fly on his jeans is still intact.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
I have no idea what to say, how to even begin to explain this, I just know that this can’t happen.
“You need to leave,” I say, but the worry on his face makes me feel bad. “I’ve got morning classes, they start at 9 a.m. and I need to sleep.”
He nods his head before giving me that smug smile he wears so well.
