Page 81 of My Brother’s Best Friends Entanglement

Pain flashes in his eyes. And he takes a step towards me.

"Nothing could be further from the truth, Lexi. Nothing. You have no idea the thousands of ways in which you could hurt me."

I nod, as if accepting his words. But I just don't know if I can. It would mean that everything I've been believing all this time was a lie.

As if he can read my mind, he says, "Tell me how I'm supposed to fix it, Alexia. Tell me how I can make you believe that if I could go back and change how that night ended, I would."

I stare up at him. This beautiful, warm, charismatic man who I've never been able to resist. And know that in no universe could I ever refuse him.

And I don't want to. Not tonight. Just once, I want to get to have him.

"You really think about how that night could've ended differently?" I ask.

His face floods with yearning. "Every single fucking day."

I drag a ragged breath into my lungs. "Show me."

The world freezes around us.

And then he moves.

He kisses me before either of us can find another word to put distance between us, one hand gripping my jaw, the other pulling me flush against him, and for half a second I'm stiff with the natural fight still in me, and then I'm not fighting, I'm yielding, both my hands fisting into his shirt, holding onto him as though the next breath will take him from me again. And I'm kissing him back with everything I've ever felt for him. This isn't the kiss on the balcony, careful and golden and slow. This is hot, deep, searing and ragged.

His breath is hot on my face as we pull apart, leaning his forehead against me, panting. "Do you know what you're saying?"

"Yes."

He sweeps me up in another kiss, and I'm utterly breathless. "Tell me, say it so I know..."

"I want you to do to me what you would've done that night if I was the girl you'd taken upstairs."

His eyes flutter closed. "And what do you think that would've involved?"

I can't help the smirk that crosses my face as I let my hands reach down between us, my hand tracing the hardness already pressing against the seam of his pants. He looks around at the empty block. But he doesn't tell me to stop.

"Marcus? Could it be you need me to explain the birds and the bees to you?"

He gasps as my hand cups him, and his eyes fly open. "I'm not kidding, I need you to know what's going to happen if we keep going."

I roll my eyes as I pull his zipper down and slide my hand in, moving my hand up and down along the hard length I can feel, my mouth already drooling.

"Are you telling me that you want to hear me beg you to fuck me, Marcus? That I want your mouth on every inch of my body? That I want you to feel how wet you make me? And that I can't wait for you to feel how my pussy is going to milk your cock as you make me come?"

His mouth drops open, even as his breath hitches, feeling me stroke him. "That mouth of yours..."

"What about it? You want to feel it wrapped around your hard, thick cock?" I emphasise each word with a squeeze.

"Fuck, Lexi." He grabs my hand and pulls it away. "I'm not going to be able to do any of those things you just said if you keep talking like that with your hand stroking me."

I giggle and it makes him laugh as he pulls me against him for another soul-searing kiss. "Sexy fucking witch," he whispers against my lips.

"Not me," I tease, nipping his bottom lip.

"Then explain how all I can think about is eating you out on the kitchen island right now?"

I give him a sly look. "Because you can read my mind?"

He groans, and before I know what's happening, he bends over and throws me over his shoulder.