"Whatever," I murmur.
"What the hell is up with you?" Dom asks as we get off the bike and I hand him my helmet, making sure I don't touch him in the process. "You're acting like a little bitch."
"Why do you care?" I ask with a pout. "Don't you like bitches?"
He just gives me a confused look as he puts away the helmets. "You're weird," he informs me, and I roll my eyes but am still glued to the spot. Somehow, I'm unable to walk away from him.
"Why do you care what I like, anyway?" he asks with a confused look. "You're like a hissing cat around me."
I give him an annoyed look. "Am I not allowed to get along with my stepbrother?"
He steps closer to me, his intimidating biceps right in my face, stretching the fabric of his leather jacket. "I don't think you like that I'm your stepbrother," he murmurs, so fucking close to my lips.
"Why not?" I protest.
"Because," his fingers start traveling up my arm, and I almost fall backwards. I'm getting goosebumps as his hand moves to my face, tipping my chin backwards so I'm forced to look at him. "I think you want me," he says with a grin that drives me crazy.
"You sure think highly of yourself," I grit out, but I'm having trouble breathing when he's this close. "What makes you think I'd touch you with a ten-foot pole?"
He smirks at me, and his finger slowly travels downward. He goes over my neck and reaches the line between by breasts as I gasp, unable to move away.
"Oh, I don't know," he breathes down my neck, his fingers traveling over the exposed skin of my tummy. He stops inches away from my pussy. I can already feel it throbbing, the wetness soaking my panties in an instant.
"Are you saying you're not wet right now?" Dom whispers in my ear, and I quickly shake my head no.
"Really, darlin’?" His fingers are dipping under the hem of my skirt. "So, if I push a finger inside your pussy right now, you won't be soaking wet?"
I move away in an instant, letting my hair fall over my face like a curtain to hide my blush. I don't dare look at Dom, but I can hear him laughing.
"You're so scared, Cassidy," he groans. "Such a kid."
"I'm not a kid," I retort, glaring at him and hoping my blush isn't too obvious in the nighttime.
He smirks at me, driving me insane with that perfect smile of his. I want to erase the smugness off his expression, but I'm not sure if anyone can do that.
"Do the most forbidden thing you can think of, then," he dares me. His eyes latch on to mine, and my heart almost bursts out of my chest as he stares me down.
"Kiss me," he orders.
Chapter seven
DOM
I'm staring, and I'm aware of that fact. Will she accept my dare or just run back home like a good little girl?
I don't understand Cassidy. She's this little firecracker, feisty and angry all the time. But it's like she has a shell made of explosives, and once you make a crack in it, you expose the sweet center.
And I want to break through to that center.
She's staring right back, the words that just came out of my mouth still sinking in. I see the expressions changing in her eyes; I'm reading her like an open book. She's scared, but she wants to prove that she can do it.
She bites her bottom lip subconsciously, and I almost lose it right there. Her full lip curves under the bite of her perfect teeth, her eyes dancing over my face, looking for affirmation.
Then she moves a little closer, inch by inch. Her eyes never leave mine until she's a breath away from my face.
She sighs, and her soft moan might just be my undoing, and then she leans in, like she doesn't want to chicken out at the last moment.
Her lips crush mine, but her act of defiance is full of fear.
I part my lips under hers, and she almost pulls away, but something keeps her glued close. She gives me a soft kiss, her lips puckering against mine. I think she'll move away any second, giving me a triumphant look, and I'm pretty sure that's her plan, as well.
But then she changes her mind, grabbing my shirt and pulling me closer. I keep my hands behind my back, afraid of what will happen if I touch her. I know there's a big chance I won't be able to let go once I feel her skin again.
Her tongue sneaks into my mouth, and she deepens our kiss. She whimpers against my mouth, and my hands form fists. I'm still in charge here, I tell myself, my resolve weakening by the second.
Cassidy's lips are scorching hot against mine, the tender skin of her mouth trembling under my touch. I can't help myself – I bite down on her bottom lip and she moans against my lips.