In Love With My Evil Stepbrother

Chapter Eighteen I don’t know why I let him take me home. But maybe deep down inside, I know we have crosses that line and I want this as badly as he does.

He speeds all the way back. As soon as we step into the door, he presses me to the wall and hungrily captures my lips. I let myself drown in that wild kiss, hands holding on to his broad shoulder as those muscles flex under my palms. I take pleasure at knowing that my touch can bring pleasure to his body. His tongue slides into my mouth and tangles with mine making erotic watery sound. I moan between breaths and bring my upper thigh slightly higher to rub at his leg craving for more. I can’t help it. I want his body on me and for us to be closer than we already are. He groans. “Fuck. If you keep doing that you won’t be able to keep that dress.”

“What?” I tease him giggling. “You’re gonna rip my clothes again? With your teeth?”

I still haven’t forgiven him for ripping off the tag that way in front of my mom and Alex. He raises his brows at me and suddenly with a hard pull those two straps behind my back are snapped into half.

“Ahh! That hurts!” I cry out. My shoulders become a bit red at that. “And that’s one expensive dress!”

He should know since he paid for that.

“Sorry,” He doesn’t sound very apologetic though. “And I’ll buy you more.”

He lowers his head to lick my redden shoulder. A surge of titillation rises from where his tongue touches my skin, sending electricity through my body. I lean back on the door panting while tightening my grip on to his soft hairs. It’s the only way to stop my body from dropping to the ground. “You know I can’t get enough of this right?” his voice low and husky. “How you shiver like that…and how damn wet you are.” I am drenched. My pussy is still wet from our earlier finger sex and more juice is streaming out of me right now. Those broken straps can’t hold my dress anymore and gives him an easy access. His fingers crawls inside from the hem and palm my chest.

Goosebumps appear all over my skin. His fingertips caress my sensitive area, thumb circles around my nipples and gently pinch on them. I gasp, my chest rising and falling faster and my body arches more to him. The tickling pleasure is killing me.

I want more and I want him to be rough with me.

my thoughts, he increases pressure on my nipples. Rubbing it harshly,

out slightly. Then he lowers his body to catch

lips. My mind

to his shoulder.

down!” my head is

down. The faint burning sensation raises from my butt and sends a shock through my stomach until it settles in my

can do to me. He doesn’t go into the bedroom,

gulp down a mouthful of water and end of coughing and choking. Luckily, the pool isn’t too deep, so I manage

smiles a crooked smile so breathtaking that I almost forget my irritation. Then he unbuttons his shirt, slides it over his head and throws it

and it’s every bit as pretty as I have imagined it. His shoulder is broad, and his waist is tight,

to takes off his pants. When there’s only a boxer left on his body, I got

firm chest. My feet leave the ground floating in water as his hot kisses fall all

My head is swirling.

the myriad twinkling light of Boston, he is drowning me in his desire. His lips, his touch, his body…and this.

to return the favor?” I bite down on my lips holding my rough panting. Yes, I want him, and I want this. But if he’s talking about sex…I’ve got

ago we were still basically strangers. He was my stepbrother and childhood