Page 47 of Twins For My Bestie's Brother

I raise my eyebrows. “I’m . . . not wanting to assume anything.”

She is quiet for a moment. In the silence, my eyes adjust to the dark. She isn’t just the shape of curls and the bulk of her sweatshirt. I can start to make out the shapes of tattoos on her legs, and the contour of her cheeks. “You’ve imagined this, haven’t you?”

I swallow. I could continue to play dumb. But I don’t want to give her the impression that I’m a man who doesn’t know how to take what he wants. There is another side to the coin of being a gentleman. The other side can take control. Be dominant.

It takes time to learn someone and how to exercise it.

“You . . . me . . . alone . . . a bed.”

I chuckle. “Yes. I have.”

“Show me what you’ve imagined, Jackson.”

My knees are weak, and my cock stiffens.

“Please.”

That please tips me over the edge. I leave the safety of the doorframe behind and join her in the swell of darkness. “I can be soft, or I can be rough, Lily. What do you want?”

“I want you, Jackson.”

My heart leaps. I grab the hem of her sweatshirt and tug her toward me until her chest touches mine. Lily’s hands engulf my biceps. She tips her head back and looks up at me with . . . adoration, I think.

I slide her sweatshirt up and place my hands against her skin, the curves of her waist filling my hands. “I’ve imagined . . . ” I begin, feeling something unfurling in my belly. “Fucking you hard and fast and unrepentantly.”

Lily hums, her eyelids filling with lust.

I pull the sweatshirt up over her head. Lily lifts her arms to assist, and, when she emerges from the neck hole, her curls bounce over her shoulders. I regard her bare breasts fora moment. There are words scrawled beneath one. When she notices me looking, she presses them to my chest, their fullness squeezed between us.

“But more often than that . . . ” I slide my hands around her lower back, pushing my hips into her. My cock digs into the softness of her belly. I want to grind against her, but I restrain myself. I let my gaze dance across her face. The tiny streak of her silver nose ring, her dark, sharp eyebrows. “I imagine making love to you.”

Lily’s eyes open again. Wider.

“Worshipping you. Soft and slow. Giving into you just as much as you give into me. Not demanding that you’re mine, but just . . . ” I trail off. I’m overwhelmed with the feeling of impossibility. That in a second all of this will disappear. Lily will poof out of my arms, and I will wake up from a dream, brokenhearted that my brain would hurt me like this.

“Just being,” Lily finishes for me.

I nod once. “Being mine. Yes.”

Lily hooks her arms around me, pressing her hands to my shoulder blades, and pulls me into a kiss. Her tongue immediately delves between my lips, searching and hungry. An invitation.

I rake my fingers through her hair and grip, keeping her mouth pressed to mine. More, more, more.

Lily tears her mouth away from mine but does not leave my airspace. “I can be yours.”

“You can?” I ask, nudging my nose against hers.

She grins. “I can. If you can be mine.”

I feel her words and her smile so deeply that I smile too. “Lily, I’ve been yours. For a long time now.”

Lily fists the bottom of my shirt and untucks it while I work on the buttons for her. We make quiet work of stripping our clothes off, the only sound punctuating the silence being our breath andfalling fabric. Eventually, we stand facing one another. Naked as the day we were born.

“You don’t have any tattoos,” Lily remarks, letting her eyes travel down my body.

I’m in good shape. Great even. But being under her gaze puts me on edge. “No, I don’t.”

She touches the tip of her finger to my collarbone, then drags it down my front all the way to the vee of my hips.

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