Something must’ve happened. I’d felt how hard he was underneath me. It took me three minutes to put on shorts that flirted with an inappropriate length, a tight tank top that showcased my tits and throw my hair up into a wet messy bun. If something happened, I still wanted to drive him crazy.
My glasses were still fogged from the shower and I put them on as I stopped at the top of the stairs. Someone else was downstairs with him, talking.My fucking brother.
“This movie is about eating people?”
“Dude, I don’t know. I’m not wanting to watch this shit,” Tanner responded, his voice clearly showing how disgruntled he was. It made me bite my knuckle to not laugh.
“I can’t believe you’re taking the same class as Kenzie. You gunna watch all the movies together?”
“Obviously,” Tanner said, and I knew I was the only one to hear the hitch in his voice. “She’s heading downstairs now so we can get it over with before I leave.”
“Kenzie loves weird movies… I do, too. Something fucked up about it, I know. Mind if I invite Greta over and watch it with you? This shit sounds interesting.”
Tanner sighed. “Sure. We’ll start it in ten minutes. I’m going to grab my laptop—make some popcorn, would you?”
“Hell, yeah.”
Tanner’s familiar footsteps approached the bottom of the steps. Our gazes met, his dark brown eyes warming at me sitting there. I put my finger to my lips and pointed to my room. He followed me, careful not to make any noise until I shut my bedroom door.
He ran his hands over my shoulders and down my sides until they rested on my lower back. He pulled me into his chest and closed the distance between our mouths. He growled, kissing me senseless for another minute before he pushed me away. “Fuck. I can’t go down there with a boner.”
“You left me alone, wet and soapy, in the shower. I think a boneris just fine.” I traced his rigid cock from outside his shorts, enjoying how much I affected him. “I was so ready for you in there, wondering if you would eat me or—”
“Christ, yes. I would’ve.” He got onto his knees and bit down around my hardened nipples, over my shirt and all. “Your goddamn brother.”
“I know.” I pulled him up by his hair and brought his mouth to mine. “One more kiss, please.”
“You don’t even have to ask, Kenzie.”
His breathing hitched when our lips met. This one wasn’t rushed or aggressive. It was tender, the way he cupped the back of my neck and kneaded his fingers into my shirt. He explored my mouth, knowing the perfect rhythm I craved. I melted into him and too soon, he stopped the kiss. “You’re easy to get lost in. Put a sweatshirt on, head downstairs, and somehow we’ll survive this fucking movie.”
“Can’t you kick him out?” I whined. I wasn’t a whiner but by god, he made me one. “I can do it.”
He chuckled, the sound magical, and pushed a lock of hair behind my ear. “I wish. We’ll watch the movie and as soon as it’s over, we’ll head to bed separately. Keep your door unlocked, Ken. I’ll sneak in so we can finish this.”
And have our talk?I wanted to ask, but didn’t. It was easier to go with the flow, not make promises, and he gave me one more fiery kiss, turning my thoughts into mush.
“See you downstairs and don’t you dare sit by me. I won’t be able to keep my hands off you.”
“I don’t know…it could be fun,” I said, laughing at his horrified expression. He left my room, pointing his finger at me, and I planned how I could mess with him for the next two hours. Seeing him wild was my new favorite side of him.
Chapter Eighteen
Tanner
An hour into the movie, I deserved a fucking award. Kenzie thought it’d be a great idea for us to sit next to each other—thigh to thigh—on the smallest couch, so we could type our assignment together during the film.
“You just want to cross it off your goddamn list.”
“Yeah, I like achieving everything I put on there,” she replied, Aaron and Greta completely unaware how her eyes turned darker and how she moistened her lips every time she looked at me. Her double meaning wasn’t lost on me, not one bit. That was why, sixty-five minutes later, I was almost dying.
She shifted her weight every couple of minutes, causing her warm body to touch mine, sending a straight shot of desire from my chest to my cock. She leaned closer to me and pushed those glasses up on her nose. I smelled her body wash—which got me hard when I used the shower we shared—and forced myself to not taste her skin just sitting there, inches from me. “What are you writing so far, TJ?”
I tilted my computer at her, the screen entirely out of view from Aaron and Greta, who sat on the couch ten feet away from us. An idea struck. It was either genius or stupid. I clicked out of the word document where I was typing our assignment and started a new one.
I can’t stop thinking about putting my mouth on you. You smell so fucking good right now and I’m obsessed with that birthmark right under your collarbone. I’d start there, licking all the way down your sexy body, stopping on your perky nipples so desperate for attention, and moving to your clit, biting and teasing you until you scream my name.
She inhaled sharply, adjusted her computer in her lap so she could type. “Good idea. I think the colors of the scenes really shape the mood for viewers.”
