I touch her lacy panties. “You always had such a smart mouth on you, Nina, and that fucking death glare.” I chuckle. “It made me want to hit something—or better yet, rip something.” I grip the thin lace on her panties and give them a good hard tug. The stitching tears, and she gasps.
“Yeah, like that.” I ease the material away and toss it aside, giving myself full access to her sweet sex.
She runs her nails over my back and scores my skin, deep enough to leave her mark on me, but that’s okay because I want it. “That’s all you got? I thought you said you hated me,” I taunt.
“Still do,” she says, and drags more skin. I fucking love it.
“When you would shoot your mouth off to me, this is how I wanted to shut you up.” I press my lips to hers for a hard, punishing kiss. She kisses me back, and I thrust my tongue into her mouth, taste her deeply. Jesus, there is so much volatile heat between us, it’s sparking something inside me, igniting things I’d never felt before—shouldn’t be feeling now.
Shit. Why do I find it so hard to keep my shields up with her? If I knew what was good for me, I’d end this now. But when was the last time I did something that was good for me?
I pull her closer, kiss her harder, and when she gives a low, needy moan, I inch back, and we’re both breathless as we stare at each other. I take in the anger mixed with desire dancing in her eyes, and I damn near shoot off in my shorts. I suck air, take deep, serrated breaths as I think about fucking her senseless, until I’m the only man she’s ever able to think about.
“When you called me names, I wanted to grab you by the balls, show you exactly who you were messing with.” She puts her hand on my stomach and slides it down until she’s cupping my sac through my shorts. I suck in a fast breath, prepared to be punished, but she explores me gently. Thank fuck.
“You know what else I wanted to do to shut you up when you shot your goddamn mouth off?” I say.
“No, what?” she asks, her eyes alive, full of excitement as she slides her hand inside my boxers and takes my cock into her palm. Jesus, I love seeing her like this.
“I wanted to push you to your knees and put my cock in here.” I shove my thumb into her mouth and she sucks on it. Hard. I feel the pull all the way to my dick.
Motherfucker.
I pull my thumb out and she says, “When you used to walk around like the cock of the walk, like I was just a little girl you could so easily overlook, know what I wanted to do to you?”
“Throw something at me?” I gently bite her bottom lip, and she runs her hand over my cock, like she’s checking the length and girth, weighing it in her palm. Damn, I love the way she’s blatantly examining me, not bothering to hide her curiosity or excitement at what she’s discovering.
“Yeah. I wanted to throw something at you,” she agrees.
I push against her hand and groan. “Like what, one of those books you were always reading? Or maybe it was your fist. Did you want to throw your fist at me, Nina?” I take in the heat in her eyes, all her creamy skin and sexy curves, and that’s when it hits me. “Did you want to throw yourself at me, prove you weren’t a little girl to be overlooked?”
“Yeah, I did, Cole. You were a real bastard.”
“Still am,” I say, then brush my finger along her slit. A hard quiver moves through her and her eyes roll backward. I groan at her responsiveness and her chest heaves.
She grips my hair and tugs. “I wanted to show you exactly what you were missing out on.”
I dip my finger inside her tight pussy, and she’s so wet and wanting, I nearly fucking sob with pleasure. “Do it, Nina. Make me pay for overlooking you. Show me what I was missing out on,” I say, even though I’d never in a million years discount someone like her. She was just off limits. Still is.
I can’t even count the amount of black eyes Cason handed out back in high school. If a guy so much as looked at his sister the wrong way, or the right way, he was done for. But she was so goddamn pretty, how could we not look? I guess I was just better at hiding it through the hateful teasing.
I couldn’t risk losing Cason. He was the best friend I ever had, still is, and the one thing he never knew was that by always keeping his door open for me, he saved me more times than imaginable.
Then why are you seducing his sister?
“You first,” she says, and when she wets her bottom lips, I lose track of my thoughts. Truthfully, my mind is so fucking blown at this wild, sexy side of her, it’s all I can do to keep my shit together. “Show me,” she says. “Push me to my knees and show me how you wanted to shut me up.”
My cock throbs, my whole body on fire, eager to do just that.
“I need this off you. Now,” I say and tug on her wet shirt.
She lifts her arms for me, and I peel the wet material over her head. My heart beats triple time when I glimpse her gorgeous body. I stand back for a second, and if she didn’t need me to do things to her, I’d spend the rest of the night just looking at her.
“Cole,” she pleads, and reaches for me. Her warm fingers touch my jaw, trail to my shoulders, to pull me to her.
I lift her from the counter, put my hands on her shoulders, and push until she’s on her knees before me. Jesus Christ, this is my every fantasy come true. My cock throbs against my boxers, and she runs her fingers over it.
“I heard a rumor,” she says, her voice hot and thick with lust, but also with a hint of teasing.