“I have some edits for a client due so I’m going to hang out in the write-in room.” He shivered. “I’ll grab my jacket too.”
“Ooh, good idea. I’m on a deadline too. I’ll join you and write for a few hours. If my hands get too cold, can I warm them in your coat?”
Priest stood quickly and offered his hand to me. “What are you doing?”I looked around the table. Annie was glaring at me, Juniper had her eyes raised as if to say, ‘Go with Priest’, and Moth was… smiling at me.
“I’m gonna brainstorm. What do you say, Delaney? I can help you with your manuscript. Want to come with me?” The way Moth said that last question, with the double entendre, sent heat to my cheeks.
“Why don’t you come with me?” Priest suggested. “Go put something warmer on and then decide.”
I nodded and stood. “I’ll see everyone in a bit.”
Priest followed, and the moment we were on the stairs, he grabbed my wrist and spun me around.“You can’t be alone with him.”
“Who?” I said, knowing full well who he was referring to.
“Don’t play stupid with me.”
“You don’t get to tell me what to do.” I snatched my arm and hurried to our floor. I sped down the hall, with him quick at my tail. I pulled out my card and my hand shook as I opened the door and slid inside. I tried to shut the door on him, but he was fast and pushed his way inside. It was dumb to try anyway. Priest had his own key.
“He’s bad news, Laney,” Priest argued, following me to my bedroom.
“That’s for me to decide. You can’t just—” I let out a cry of frustration as I reached for my laptop bag.
“Can’t what? Watch out for you?” he demanded.
“No!” I protested. “You can’t tell me you aren’t my brother and the next moment boss me around like one. So what if you went to school with Moth? Are you going to tell me he sleeps around? Newsflash, I know that already. I don’t care!” I threw my hands up. “Moth isn’t my one true love, but if I want to have some fun this Valentine’s week, that’s my right as an adult woman.”
“You’re not acting like an adult.” He crossed his arms andleaned against the doorframe. “Everything about you screams immature child.”
“Really? Because if that’s the case, then why did you…” I trembled at the memory of us in bed together just hours ago. Priest kicked off the door and came over to me, standing by the bed. He shoved the bag on the blankets. In the cold room, our breaths were visible and he stood so close they intermingled as he stared down at me.
“Did I not satisfy you enough last night? Do you need more?” His hand went to my hip, pulling me to him. His hard chest was warm against my freezing frame.
“No, but, it’s wrong. We shouldn’t have done that.” I pushed him away. “I don’t know what I’m doing,” I admitted. “This whole thing is so fucked up. Some moments, it feels like we’re total strangers, and the next you’re the boy I grew up with. The one who sat under the tree at Christmas with me, who terrorized me. We shared baths together when we were little! Priest, you’re—” I threw up my hands, and he slapped his palm across my mouth.
“Don’t finish that sentence,” he warned. He pulled me back to him, tightening his grip on my waist. “You’re right. We were raised together, but at the end of the day, nothing is stopping us from feeling the way we do about each other.”
We?
He smirked. “You deny being attracted to me?” His hand slid from my waist to cup my mound under my skirt. His finger pressed against my underwear, tracing my lips, wiggling deep, and pushing on my clit. “What are the odds that you’re wet right now?”
His green eyes pierced into my soul, shattering it completely. My breathing became labored as I stared into them.
The odds were good.
I reached up and tugged on his fingers, and he let his hand drop from my lips.
“Why are you still treating me like your bratty little sister if you don’t want people to know the truth?” I asked. “They’ll figure it out.”
Priest pushed my hair behind my neck.
“They won’t.” Tilting my head to the side, he scraped his teeth over my earlobe. Desire, need,ache, pooled between my legs. I gulped. No, this was wrong. Priest’s hands drifted down my shoulders to my waist and hips. “You asked why I’m still treating you like my sister despite begging you not to tell anyone.” His fingers tugged my top out of my skirt. “Maybe it’s because I like how dirty it sounds.”
I lost my breath completely when his fingers touched my bare midsection.
“How dirty what sounds?”
“Fucking my little sister.”
