That's me. Splayed out over this bed. Naked. Bound to the railing.
I turn the page.
Fuck.
I suck a deep breath between my teeth.
I press my thighs together.
I'm on my knees, resting on my heels, looking up.
Naked.
Waiting.
Hungry.
He wants me.
Brendon wants me.
Chapter Eight
Brendon
Kaylee pushes her glasses up her nose. "I think I have everything."
It's Tuesday morning. Our furniture date. More than twelve hours since this place officially became Kay's.
A night on the couch didn't do shit to help with my head space.
I'm exhausted. It lowers my inhibitions. Gets me saying all the shit I want to say to her.
Looking at her the way I want to.
"You have everything?" she asks.
I nod and try to keep my eyes off her tits.
Fuck, the way her sun dress is falling down her chest—
I know she doesn't wear this shit to torture me. I know Emma curated half of Kaylee's wardrobe.
But I don't see my sister's handiwork when I look at her. I don't see the kid I'm supposed to protect.
I see long legs, lush tits, soft lips, sweet green eyes—
I want to rip off her cotton panties.
I want to pin her to the table and lick her until she's groaning my name.
She's not going to stay a virgin forever.
Someone is going to be her first.
It should be someone she trusts.
Someone who will make sure she comes.