She looked at his hands, so big, so strong. His entire body was like that, and the white shirt he wore that stretched over his broad shoulders and around his bulging biceps had the feminine part of her sighing in appreciation. His tattoos, the ones visible beneath his white T-shirt, had her pussy so wet her panties were soaked.
The ink started at his wrists, snaking all the way up to his shoulders and chest and making the whole bad boy persona come from him like a tidal wave.
“Come here, Izabella.”
The way he commanded her called her submissive side to attention, and she stood right away, not able to disobey. Oh, who in the hell are you kidding? You want this so much you’re literally shaking with the desire to be controlled by him.
He straightened as she moved closer, but he didn’t move otherwise. When she was close enough to him that their feet touched, she clenched her hands into tight fists at her sides and tightened her jaw.
“You’re nervous,” he said without question.
She nodded. “Yes.”
I’m not about to lie.
“Why?”
She thought about his question even though she already knew the answer. “Because you make me that way.”
He slowly rose, and his towering height made her feel so small and petite. For a second, they held each other’s gazes, and then Corbin lifted his hand and took a piece of her hair between his thumb and forefinger. He rubbed the strand for a second, watching the act and looking as calm as she felt out of control.
“Do you think this is wrong?” he asked.
She swallowed. “What’s wrong?”
He looked at her face again. “Wanting you when you’re my sister’s best friend, and we’ve known each other for so long.”
Her heart jumped in her throat, and she slowly shook her head. “No, but if it is, then I’m in the wrong, too.”
He let out a deep groan right before he slipped his hand behind her head, tangled his fingers in her hair, and pulled her close to him. She slammed into his hard, defined chest, braced her hands on his pectoral muscles, and told herself to breathe.
He was looking at her lips for so long she ran her tongue over her bottom one, hoping the subtle act would urge him to kiss her.
“I want to kiss you so fucking badly right now.”
The way he sounded so desperate for her but also couldn’t contain himself not to curse while telling her what he wanted had Izabella feeling this strength move through her.
So taking matters into her own hands because she was tired of waiting, she rose on her toes, curled her nails into his pecs, and placed her mouth on his.
7
For a second, all they did was stand there with their lips pressed together, but then something snapped in him. He tightened his hand in her hair until the pain mixed with pleasure.
Corbin moved them backward while devouring her mouth now, slamming her against the wall and leaving her breathless. He kissed her hard, feverishly, and it was like an animal had been unleashed inside him. But she loved it, loved that he couldn’t control himself.
He had his dick pressed against her belly and ground himself on her over and over again until she moaned in his mouth. Even though her leggings and his jeans kept them from actually touching flesh to flesh, she swore she felt every part of him.
He was so big, so thick, and so impressive that her pussy clenched as if trying to grab on to something substantial.
He’d stretch her so good. She knew that without a doubt.
“I am so fucking hard for you, Izabella, and for so damn long, I tried to hold back. I stayed away because I thought it was right.”
God. He’s wanted me?
“No waiting. No stopping.” The words just tumbled out of her mouth, but she wouldn’t take them back.
He groaned, kissing her harder, and was thrusting his cock against her belly with more fervor. “You’re sure?”
“I’ve never been more sure than I am now.”
“You’re drunk.”
She shook her head, her mouth next to his. “I know what I’m doing, Corbin.”
He placed his hand between their bodies and started undoing his pants. “You’re not a virgin, are you, baby?” She shook her head.
“Good, because I don’t know if I can do sweet and soft, not with you, Izabella.”
Good, I don’t want that either.
Before she knew what was happening, he was pushing his jeans down and going for her clothes. Once she was naked from the waist down, he stepped up to her again. His hard cock was just as thick and long as she’d envisioned, and the tip slick with pre-cum. The wetness smeared on her lower belly, and it felt so hot, so fucking sexy to have it being rubbed into her skin.
Her mind spun, her breathing was erratic, and she didn’t even want to think too hard about the fact she was about to sleep with her best friend’s brother and twin. She’d wanted Corbin for so long, and even without the alcohol thrumming through her veins, she knew she wanted this and wouldn’t stop. They’d already started it, and she wanted to finally be with him in all ways.