His hot gaze raked over my face. The concern previously etched on his features melted away, leaving only a blazing feverish need. He stared at me like he never wanted to look away. Like there was nowhere on earth he’d rather be than lying on the floor with me draped on top of him. God help me, but I was right there with him. Feeling him hard and unyielding underneath me was sending my body into overdrive.
‘I’ll move,’ I whispered.
‘Don’t you dare.’
His hand went up and clasped the back of my neck, holding me to him as he sealed our lips together. My heart gave up another piece to him as my body melted under his touch.
My hands tangled in the material of his shirt, twisting, clawing as I tried to get closer to him.Neededto get closer to him. My entire body was electrified with a current burning in every place he touched. It’s like I hadn’t been breathing before I met him, and now I knew what it was like to have that air fill my lungs. Everything else felt like death. Panicstarted at the base of my spine. I pushed it away. Now wasn’t the time for that stupid part of my brain to ruin this. I had him, for however long this thing lasted, I had him, near me, on me, and if I had my way,inme. I’d take the inevitable pain of losing him, because Iwouldeventually lose him. That wasn’t in question. But a selfish part of me wasn’t ready to let him go yet.
Just a little longer.
With a growl that shot straight to my pussy, George effortlessly flipped us so my back was pressed to the hardwood floor, legs spread open as he fit himself between them. His hard cock was pressed against my aching core.
My head fell back, breaking the kiss when he thrust forward, making me feel every hard inch of him.
‘Make me so goddamn hard for you. Make me worry about you, make me…fuck.’He broke off, slamming his lips into mine.
My fingers threaded into his hair, pulling on the strands. I wanted him to finish that sentence. To tell me that this wasn’t just in my head. That I wasn’t the only one feeling this. But I wasn’t about to break this kiss for anything.
‘Need you. Please.’ The desperation in my voice whooshed around my head. I didn’t care.
George pulled away. A soft whine built in the back of my throat. One hand held me firmly by the hips, the other reached up to cup my cheek. His eyes were black with desire and his chest pitching in an erratic rhythm.
‘Fuck it,' he said, fingers lacing around my throat as he dipped down to take my mouth.
Nothing had ever felt like him. I’d never wanted to give up control like I did in this moment.
‘Surprise!’ A door banged open. ‘Oh, fuck.’
The two of us froze for a second before scrambling apart.
Fallon was holding the door open, her eyes wide withshock. We both got to our feet, readjusting our clothes. Although we hadn’t got the chance to remove any of them, we were definitely rumpled.
I felt George solidify beside me. His eyes locked with Oliver, who stood like a statue in the doorway. Gaze darting between us, Oliver scoffed.
‘Happy fucking birthday to me.’
23
When I was sixteen,I got caught by my dad trying to smuggle a girl into my room. He’d knocked on my door as my hand was under her shirt—the first time I’d ever touched boobs—and without waiting for a response, had opened the door. Not sure you ever get over that kind of embarrassment.
The girl let out a squeak and dove under the duvet, shirt rumpled around her waist. I sat on the edge of my bed, erection deflating like a five-day-old balloon, as my dad gave me a look that made my heart sink. The corners of his age-lined face creased in disappointment.
I hadn’t been sixteen for nearly twenty years, yet I felt like that same kid getting caught by his dad. Only this time, it was my brother. And he hadn’t stopped staring at me with that same look my dad wore all those years ago.
I’d been all set to whisk Rosie out of the room and away from the awkwardness saturating the air. She was only frozen for two seconds before Fallon abandoned Oliver in the doorway and darted across the room, grabbing Rosie by the hand. The two disappeared up the stairs as she shoutedover her shoulder that they were going to explore the cabin. I felt Oliver’s stare like fire licking up my spine. He hadn’t said a word. The look on his face was morphing from stunned to anger. The same expression I’d seen him have on the pitch when the ref gave a bad call.
Swiping a hand down my face, I muttered, ‘I’m gonna grab your stuff.’
His posture was solid as I brushed past him. They hadn’t had any suitcases in their hand when they arrived, so I assumed they were still in the car. I barely made it a foot out of the door before my brother’s voice rang out.
‘You wanna explain?’ He jogged to catch up with me as I reached the car, opening up the back.
‘We were putting up a banner.’ My voice was nothing more than a rough grunt.
‘And somehow ended up dry humping on the floor?’ Oliver huffed a laugh, not an ounce of humour in it.
My back teeth were aching from the pressure I was putting on them. ‘Leave it alone.’ I punctuated that sentence by dropping his suitcase in front of him with a thud.
