Filed to story: Crushing on My Enemy Stepbrother
‘Is it bad?’ he murmurs, his warm breath fanning my face, one of those big strong hands gripping my waist, making me whimper. ‘Do you like being a little bad?’ he continues, ‘is this good girl routine all just a ruse? Are you really a naughty little temptress underneath?’
I suck in a breath, my heart rate picking up, he’s so close, I can’t focus on anything but him. The heat of his grip, flows through my towel, his gaze flicking from my eyes to my lips as his own part slightly, a rushed huff of air leaving his lungs.
‘I . . . am a good girl’ I whisper, trying to control the fire that burns in my belly.
Caleb’s smile is predatory, ‘but you like the thought of being bad, don’t you baby?’ he replies softly, ‘you have a wild streak in you, I can feel it.’
His other hand lands on my other hip as he turns me around slightly, using his huge body to cage me in against the dresser.
I open my mouth, but no words come out, I’ve lost the ability to speak, and the hungry look that Caleb is giving me has caused every single feeling I have to go south and ball up in the pit of my stomach, need radiating outward making my thighs press together.
‘Show me what’s in the drawer Tessa’ he orders me huskily.
I shake my head, my tongue flicking out to moisten my lips nervously and a growl rumbled deep in his throat, his grip tightening as I’m tugged into him.
‘I’ve been fighting Tessa’ he grumbles darkly, ‘it’s wrong to want you, but I can’t stop myself. You are under my skin, everything about you drives me crazy. Do you know what you do to me? Do you have any idea how hard it is to sleep in the room next door, to sit with you and eat a meal?’
My breathing is laboured as I stare at him, not sure how to answer as I do know what he means.
‘Why is it wrong?’ I rasp, peering up at him desperately.
Caleb groans, pressing himself against me and his hard length nestles against my stomach, making me ache.
I watch as a war rages on his face, want, fear, desire and hurt fighting within him until with a loud growl, he crashes his lips down over mine, devouring me.
He moves his hands up to cup my face, slanting my face so he can deepen the connection as I whimper into his mouth.
His tongue brushing against my bottom lip, asking for entrance and shoving its way into my mouth as soon as I part them.
One strong hand slides across my cheek and into my hair, his fingers lacing through my hair before tugging slightly, making me gasp from the small bite to my scalp.
Caleb takes advantage of my reaction, his tongue exploring every inch it can reach, curling against my own in a sultry dance as I reach up and wrap my fingers around his shirt, which stretches across those muscles that I’ve fantasised about more than once, holding him tightly to me.
Pulling back reluctantly, the tall military man leans his forehead against mine, his breathing ragged as I sway slightly, my eyes closed still lost in the feeling of his lips against mine.
‘I can’t fight this any more baby’ he groans against me, ‘I’ve tried, God knows I’ve tried.’ He tilts my head up slightly, forcing me to meet his gaze, ‘is it just me?’ he asks. ‘am I alone in this? Or do you feel it too? Tell me you feel it . . ‘
Caleb’s POV
I don’t know what happened, one minute I’m trying to help her get dressed, the next thing my mind is envisioning is Tessa, on her back under her sheets. I can practically hear her moaning softly as she pleasures herself with the toy I’m sure she’s got hidden in that drawer that she’s blocking my access too.
My lips crash to hers, and the last two weeks of lust wash over me, taking control of my actions. It’s all I can do not to growl like a primitive Alpha male at her little whimpers as I plunder her mouth.
She moulds to my body, her hands gripping tightly to my top as her tongue meets mine with equal frenzy.
It takes all my willpower to rip my mouth from Tessa’s, but I can’t disconnect from her completely, instead resting my forehead to hers as I try to calm my erratic breathing. Tessa’s eyes are still closed, her chest heaving, her tongue flicking out to taste her lips, taste me.
‘I can’t fight this any more baby’ I admit, ‘I’ve tried, God knows I’ve tried.’ I Need to see her face, read her expression as I admit my deepest sins to her.
‘Is it just me?’ I murmur, a flicker of worry in my chest, that maybe I’m alone in these feelings, that I’ve misread the chemistry between us. ‘Am I alone in this? Or do you feel it too? Tell me you feel it . . ‘
Tessa’s eyes flick open, those blue orbs holding my own as she swallows, ‘I . . I feel it’ she admits softly, ‘I’ve always felt it.’
My primal side roars in triumph at her admission, without a second thought, my lips find hers again as my hands tighten on her hips and I lift her off the ground, forcing the teenager to wrap her legs around my waist to steady herself.
Blindly, I carry her toward her bed, bending forward to lay her in the middle as I crawl over her, my lips never leaving hers. Tessa pushes her body upward, her breasts rubbing against my chest through the towel that is still wrapped around her.
Growling in frustration, I tug at the small piece that is tucked into the spot above her breast, pulling it away until the woman of my fantasies is lying naked underneath me.
Tessa’s hands tug at my shirt, desperately trying to get it over my head without breaking our contact. Chuckling against her lips as she growls in frustration, I push back onto my knees and use one hand to grab the back of the t-shirt, dragging it over my head and throwing it over the side of the bed.
Tessa lets out a sharp gasp as her eyes rake over my toned body and I feel a surge of pride from the fire of lust that blooms in her irises.
Grabbing at my belt buckle, the frantic woman tugs me back down on top of her, sucking my bottom lip between her teeth and biting gently, her hands unlooping the belt and flicking the top button of my jeans.