Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
She stands, and my eyes follow her hips as she moves across her room. They sway with such feminine energy that I can’t help but lick my lips. Her thighs, completely exposed in those shorts, have me hypnotized. What would it be like to taste her? To drag my tongue up those thighs and make her cry my name?
Snapping out of it, I avert my eyes and act like I’m checking out the molding on her door for any flaws. “I came to check on you. Make sure you were okay from last night.”
“Oh, is that right?” she scoffs, going back to her drawing. I thought that maybe now that she knew I was here, she’d take a more modest pose—maybe sit cross-legged or put some pajama bottoms on. But nope. She just bends right over that big drawing again, arching her back at me.
Only a tiny piece of soft fabric covers the slit between her legs, sending my imagination spiraling. I swallow hard as my heartrate increases. I flex my hands by my sides, desperate to get a grip on her. To explore every inch of her curvaceous perfection.
“And to remind you that you’re not going out with Mara again,” I add, jealousy flaring in me as I remember all those men with their eyes on her. My jaw clenches tightly at the thought of another incident like the one with Tony. I should have buried that prick six feet under.
Without turning to me, Eliza replies, “Oh, really? So you think you can move out, be gone for a year, and then come back and tell me what to do?”
My gut knots, and I stride deeper into the room, circling around so I stand towering over her. Still, she won’t look at me. Reaching down, I grab her by the arm and lift her easily to her feet. She gasps as I press her up against her desk, sending pencils and pens scattering to the floor. “Oh, I don’t?” I ask, my voice tense. “Watch me.”
She opens her mouth to reply, but no words come. When she jerks against my grip, it’s almost like she’s not even trying. Shaking my head, I stare deeply into her innocent eyes. My sweet step-sister—the one girl who is completely off limits—and here I am, holding her close with my cock aching beneath my filthy jeans.
The moment drags on with neither of us speaking. Every instinct I have is responding to her beauty, her warmth. I fight it as long as I can, but finally, I’m unable to hold out any longer.
I reach out with a single dirty finger and brush a strand of hair from her face. A tiny breath escapes her lips, and spellbound, I trace the line of her jaw down to her neck, then to the soft skin of her chest, exposed by her neckline.
This is so wrong…if our parents found out—
But why do I even care? We’re not blood, and I’m done pretending. This is my life, and I should run it the way I want. I already tried leaving, but that didn’t work. Here I am again, right back where I started, drinking in the beauty of the most perfect woman on the planet.
Something shifts in her eyes, and she finally speaks. “Just say it. You were jealous of those men last night.”
Her boldness sets me back. At the same time, it lights a fire in me—a fire I’ve been fighting to suppress.
Just turn back…don’t say any more…
I know the right thing to do here. But the feel of her smooth skin against my rough, callused finger is too much to handle. The way the fabric of her T-shirt drapes from her ample breasts just reinforces how much of a woman she’s become.
And I can’t—I simply cannot keep my mouth shut.
“I don’t like other men looking at you.”
Her breath turns heavy. Her breasts lift. I notice. The look in her eyes softens, and her pupils dilate. A tiny gap forms between her lips, as though her body is subconsciously begging for a kiss…
I’m this close to losing control. We’re not blood-related. I tried staying away, but it didn’t work. Now it’s become clear. I’m the only man who can protect her. And the only man who ever will.
She takes a deep breath, and I feel her exhale against my lips. Her fingers curl into my shirt, and just like that, I lose control.
“Caleb…” she whispers as I lean in. But just as I’m about to kiss her, my phone vibrates in my pocket, hammering against us both like a tiny earthquake that shatters the moment.
“Shit!” I hiss, snatching it from my pocket. It’s a text from Daniel:
Your mom and I were hoping you’d come by for a family dinner tonight. Y/N?
With a heavy sigh, I stuff the phone away and step back. Talk about a reality check. That text was like a splash of cold water straight to the face. I’m no longer standing in Eliza’s bedroom where all kinds of stuff could happen; I’m standing in the room of my little step-sister.