Page 7 of Curvy Girl for the Stepbrother

Ohmygod. His words send bolts of desire streaking through my veins. It's so wrong but feels so right. I want him with a visceral ache.

As if sensing my surrender, Ethan walks me back until my thighs hit the edge of the bed. We tumble down in a tangle of groping limbs. His weight settles over me, hard and insistent.

"Tell me you want this," he commands, his breath hot against my ear. "Tell me you need me as badly as I need you."

I do. Heaven help me, I do. But the words stick in my throat, choked by the guilt clawing up my spine. Tears prick my eyes.

Ethan gentles his hold, drawing back to look at me. Tenderness mixes with the naked hunger etched on his aristocratic features. "Oh baby," he murmurs, "I know it's scary. I'm scared too. But what I feel for you is real."

He traces the damp curve of my cheek. "We can have this. I'll give you everything. Just say yes and you own me, body and soul."

My heart feels like it might burst. No one has ever wanted me with such terrifying intensity. It thrills and frightens me in equal measure. Can I open Pandora's box? Dare I take the forbidden fruit he's offering?

I swallow and shake my head. “No.”

Ethan growls deep in throat, his frustration a live thing as he pushes himself off me.

He punches the bed, his jaw clenched hard. “I’ll be here when you finally decide to stop fighting us,” he grits out as he adjusts his raging erection through his pants and walks out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

I collapse back onto the bed and cover my face with my hands.

What the hell am I going to do?

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Lila

The water ripples around me as I glide through the moonlit pool, my auburn hair fanning out behind me. Sleep eludes me tonight, thoughts of Ethan consuming my mind.

My body is perpetually on fire. All I can think about is him…

As if summoned by my desire, he appears at the pool's edge, his blue eyes smoldering with intensity.

My breath hitches. Fuck, he’s gorgeous.

Without a word, he dives into the pool, his sculpted body cutting through the water with powerful strokes. He surfaces inches from me, droplets cascading down his chiseled chest.

"Couldn't sleep either?" he murmurs, his voice low and seductive as he moves toward me with predatory grace.

"I needed to clear my head," I whisper, but my body betrays me, aching for his touch.

Ethan's hands move toward me under the water. "I can't stop thinking about you, Lila. I need you."

I shake my head, my breath catching as his fingertips graze my hip beneath the water. "Ethan, we can't..."

But my protest is silenced as he pulls me flush against him, his hard length pressing insistently against my core. A soft moan escapes my lips.

His lips crash against mine, urgent and demanding. I melt into the kiss, my resolve crumbling. Ethan's hands roam my curves, gripping my ample hips as he grinds against me. The delicious friction ignites a fire deep within, and I moan into his mouth.

He pushes me against the pool wall, his knee parting my thighs. "Let me make you feel good, baby. I'll take care of you."

Ethan's words are a sinful promise, and I surrender to the sensations, his thick length rubbing against my most sensitive area. He sets a relentless pace, the water churning around us as he brings me closer to the edge.

"That's it, come for me," he growls, his fingers digging into my soft flesh.

I shatter with a cry, waves of ecstasy crashing over me. But as the haze of pleasure clears, reality hits.

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