Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 73162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
“He did?” My arm tightens around her shoulders and I feel a possessive growl rise in my throat at the idea of that cowardly little weasel fucking Sunny. I don’t want to even imagine his hands on her, let alone his dick inside her!
Mine, whispers a primal voice in my head—the voice of my Wolf. Mine, she ought to be mine!
“Yeah.” She sighs. “Only, I don’t enjoy sex with him much,” she says in a low voice, as though admitting a shameful secret. “It just doesn’t feel right—you know? I mean, I don’t even like kissing him.”
“Maybe he just doesn’t know how to kiss you right, baby,” I murmur, looking down at her.
“Maybe.” She looks up at me and her eyes are on my mouth. “Could you…would you… No, never mind.” She looks away.
“Could I what?” I ask her softly.
“Well, the thing is, I’ve never enjoyed kissing anyone,” Sunny admits breathlessly. “And I thought maybe…maybe I’m doing it wrong. If you could just teach me…But I know that’s a weird thing to ask. I mean, you are my big brother.”
“No, no—it’s okay,” I say quickly. “I can teach you if you want.”
“Would you?” She looks up at me from under those gorgeous long lashes of hers. God, she’s so tempting!
“Yeah, baby—if you want,” I say. “Though I might be a little rusty—I haven’t kissed anyone in over three years.”
“That’s okay,” Sunny breathes. “I don’t mind.”
And she leans towards me, her mouth tilted up and her soft lips just inches from my own.
I shouldn’t do this…but I can’t fucking stop myself.
16
SUNNY
I can’t believe I’m doing this—it’s wrong, so wrong. I mean, isn’t it? Kane is my big brother, I shouldn’t be asking him for kissing lessons. And I also shouldn’t be sitting here beside him in the naughty new nightgown I bought while he was looking for clothes. I bought a few more things too—things I don’t dare to wear around him, though I wish I could.
But the thing is, even though I know this is wrong, it feels so right. For some reason I feel drawn to Kane in a way I’ve never felt drawn to any other man. And being near him makes me feel things—things I’ve never felt before, not even with Charles.
My heart is racing and my nipples are tight. Between my legs my pussy is so wet it’s embarrassing. It’s never gotten wet like this for Charles, not even when he tried kissing me there. Not that he kept it up for very long—he explained that it’s “just not his thing.” But Kane hasn’t even touched me—well, other than putting an arm around my shoulders—and yet my body just feels ready in a way it never has before.
Not that we’re going to do anything but kiss, I remind myself. And then our lips meet and I feel like fireworks are going off inside me.
Kane’s mouth is hot but gentle, though I can feel the urgency in his big body. He’s tense—he needs this. He probably has lots of pent-up sexual frustration and I’m more than willing to help him relieve it.
After a moment I feel the tip of his tongue tracing the seam of my lips. With a little moan I open for him, inviting him in.
He groans softly and cups the back of my head in his big hand, drawing me even closer. His tongue explores my mouth—he tastes like cinnamon toothpaste and something else…something wild.
Then he withdraws, panting.
“It’s like that, baby,” he growls softly, looking into my eyes. “Did it feel good? Better than with Charles?”
“A lot better,” I admit. “You’re a really good kisser.”
“Mmm, you are too.” He kisses me again and this time his darting tongue seems to invite me to explore him the way he explored me. Experimentally, I slip my tongue in his mouth and he sucks on it gently, making a shiver go down my spine. Oh God, I’ve never enjoyed kissing until this minute but now it seems like I can’t get enough!
At last I pull back, panting. I feel like my whole body is on fire and even though I know it’s wrong, I want more. More than just kissing, I mean.
I think Kane wants more too. In fact, I can tell he does—there’s a really big tent in his gray sleep pants and there’s even a little wet spot forming at the tip—he must be leaking precum. The thought makes me excited for some reason.
“We should stop, baby,” he growls hoarsely, his eyes sweeping over me. “You’re too fucking gorgeous. Kissing you makes me want to do…other things.”
I know what things he’s talking about. I want them too, but I can’t have them because, as I remind myself firmly again, he’s my big brother. But why do I feel so drawn to him? He just doesn’t feel like a brother—or family at all.