Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 162

Chapter 162

The smell of coconut and salt wafted through the air, and I inhaled deeply.

Kasmine trailed slightly behind June, keeping her distance from me as we walked in. It irritated me. She was doing it on purpose.

As soon as we reached the changing area, she turned to June. "I'll be right back," she murmured before slipping away into one of the dressing rooms.

June nodded, giving me a little smile before heading into her own changing space.

And Kasmine?

I followed her.

I stepped inside her dressing room just as she was unzipping her bag, and my hand. tended against the doorknob when my gaze fell on the bikini she had packed, but I tamed

the vexation trying to take root.

The door clicked shut behind me, and she whipped around, eyes widening.

"Kester-

I didn't let her finish.

Gripping her waist, I pulled her flush against me, pressing her back against the door. She let out a small, startled gasp, her hands coming up to brace against my chest. Her skin. was warm through the thin fabric of my shirt, and her signature perfume scent-vanilla- wrapped around me like a drug.

"Why aren't you talking

a me?!

me, lips parting slightly.

morning," I murmured, my fingers tightening slightly on her waist. "Not even a glance. Not even when I was right there with you in

throat working as she tried to

head down, my mouth a

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She hesitated. "It's nothing."

Liar.

feeling the way her breath

"Kasmine."

up to mine. I wanted her to admit what was really going on in that pretty little head of

kissed

Soft and slow.

swallowed her sharp inhale, tasting the faint traces of chocolate on her lips. Hmm. I never knew she got

Tasted good anyway.

sound-almost like a sigh-escaped her, and I deepened the kiss, pressing my body closer to hers, letting

when my fingers trailed lower, skimming down the curve of her hip, slipping beneath the hem of

kiss. My hand moved, sliding up the

Perfect.

jolted when I pushed the lace aside, my fingers brushing against her damp heat. My other hand dipped into my pocket, retrieving the small object I'd

smooth tip of it against her entrance. "Kester," she breathed, her hands gripping my shoulders.

her slowly,

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