Her eyes gleam as she watches me rush over, just a hint of a devilish smile on her gorgeous lips.
“Time to go home,” I say as I reach her group. The guy beside her, dressed like a yacht club member, gives me a look like I just told them I came from outer space.
“Who the fuck are you?” he asks, clearly already a few drinks deep.
I get right up in his face and hiss, “I’m the guy that you don’t want a problem with. Understand?”
He steps back and puts his hands up like I’ve got a gun on him. “Whoa, relax, brother. We’re chill.”
“We’re chill?” I snort. “Great.”
I turn to Piper, who seems to be enjoying every second of this, grab her by the wrist, and lead her away from the group.
Her friend, who I think is named Emily, calls after us, “Where are you going?”
“It’s okay!” she shouts back. “He’s my step-brother!”
My heart is thumping against my ribs as we step out into the cool evening air. I sip it eagerly, trying to cool myself down.
“So this was your plan?” I ask, glaring at her. She’s wearing a tight black dress I’ve never seen before, looking like a million bucks. “To bring another date where you knew I would be? To make me jealous?”
She nods simply. “You nailed it.”
I shake my head and move back, putting a few feet between us.
Her scent has already soaked my lungs, and simply touching her has blood rushing to my cock.
I turn back and see she’s giggling. She actually giggling.
“Oh, so this is funny to you?” I growl, leaning close. “Watching me try to keep my hands off you is funny?”
She shrugs. “A little.”
Christ, she’s so fucking cute. And everything she’s doing right now is to tempt me—to force me into taking her. Because she knows it’s what we both want.
She twists her body slightly, accentuating the curves of her womanly hips…
…and that’s when I lose it.
I lean in and kiss her, and it’s like the entire world explodes.
Her lips are heaven, sending jolts of pure warmth and electricity through me as we continue to touch.
My cock flexes, and my hands move to her breasts, but that’s when I hear the sound of a car engine and leap back like I’ve been shocked.
“No.” I shake my head.
“Jake—”
“Nothere.” Taking her wrist again, I lead her to my car and usher her in the passenger seat. I slide into the driver’s side, start the engine, and gun it out of the parking lot.
This is really happening, I think, glancing over at her as she sits beside me, looking like a model.
Her dress clings to her every inch with absolute perfection, showing off her legs and hinting at a forbidden glimpse up between her thighs.
I gun it. I have to get her home as soon as possible. It’s Wednesday, Dad and Wendy’s date-night, which means we have the house to ourselves for about an hour. And I can’t waste a second.
My eyes move on their own up the soft skin of her thighs. She doesn’t even have her legs crossed. It’s like she’s just daring me to make a move on her.
