Page 91 of Falling for my Brother's Best Friend

“I’m not going to lie, I would’ve preferred to test out my two-second theory on the other dress.” He flicks open three buttons with ease, and he stares at the fullness of my breasts.

“I’ll wear it next time.”

“I’d rather have you naked twenty-four seven. Is that too much to ask?” His million-watt smile sears me, and I scold myself for waiting so long to experience this with him. Three more buttons and my dress falls to the sides, giving him a clear view of my lace-covered breasts.

“Hard to explain that at work,” I say.

“Who needs work?”

The cool breeze from his ceiling fan makes my nipples pebble even more. Another three buttons are open.

“To earn money,” I say.

He finishes unbuttoning my dress and shifts to one side of me, running his large hand over my skin and pushing the fabric off my body. His hand stays on my hipbone, one finger gliding under the elastic seam of my panties. “This dress takes way too long.”

“You managed pretty fast.”

“Had this not been our first time, I might have ripped it open.” His devilish grin says he’s wondering what I would think of that.

“Even with this being our first time, I might not have minded.”

He kisses me again, his tongue seeking entrance to my mouth. Shifting over me, he holds his weight off me, but I press my hand to his chest.

“You need to strip.” I run my hands under the hem of his shirt.

He grabs the shirt from the back of the neckline and tears it off himself. I stare at the muscular planes of his body, the images tattooed on his body. He’s busy unbuttoning his pants and I miss the weight of him. But I know it’s worth it when I see him slide off the bed and push his jeans down his legs before stepping out of them.

With my arms open for him to return to me, he stands above me, almost gawking but in a good way. “I never thought I’d have you.”

“You make me sound like an unattainable jewel or something.” I’d never admit that I like it.

“You are. To me, you are. Can’t you see that?” His hands grip my ankles and he pulls me to the edge of his bed, falling to his knees.

I sit up and rest my weight on my elbows to see what he’s doing. With that glint in his eyes, he slides my panties aside on the left, exposing my tattoo. Leaning forward, he watches me as he kisses the blackbirds.

“I wish you could see yourself through my eyes.” He shimmies my panties down my legs, groaning when he has to close my legs to get them all the way off.

I wish I could see myself through his eyes too. More than he’ll ever know.

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