Page 67 of Twins For My Bestie's Brother

She shakes her head. “Just tired.”

I drop a kiss on the curve of her neck above her collar. “Why don’t you lie down? Rest. We were up early. Traveling is exhausting.”

Lily leans her head back against me. “I don’t want to get in the way of your work, Jackson.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

“You’ve already rearranged the schedule for me. I don’t—”

I scoff, turning her toward me so she can see the earnestness in my expression. “There’s no schedule, alright? The conversations will happen when they need to.”

She smiles, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. She’s tired.

“We’re here to enjoy.” I place a finger under her chin. “To relax. Right?”

Lily slides a hand down my chest and then nods, her curls bobbing. “Right.”

“It’s our first trip together.” I’m not going to force anything, but I can’t deny the want in my voice. I want our first trip together to be marked by hours in bed together and the best fucking sex of our relationship thus far. And what better place to do it than a beautiful suite we didn’t even have to pay for with unlimited room service and an entire spa that calls itself a bathroom. “We deserve to enjoy ourselves.”

She nods again but says nothing. Her eyelids lower, a siren calling to dash me on the rocks if I’m reading that right.

I lean in closer and, before I kiss her, whisper, “You want to go lie down?”

“In a bit,” Lily says. Her teeth settle onto her lower lip as she eyes my mouth.

“I thought you were tired,” I tease, letting my body lean closer to her, encasing her against the cold glass window.

She tilts one shoulder up. “Maybe I just need to relax. That’s why we’re here . . . right?”

I love it when she uses my words against me. Or in this case, uses them for exactly what I want. I kiss her once, twice, letting the anticipation build with each meeting of our lips. Each kiss is a bit harder, a bit deeper, and eventually, I have her pinned up against the window with the weight of my body. Skiers on the hill across from the resort might be able to get a very interesting view of what’s happening in Zenith’s presidential suite, and that turns me on even more.

Lily tears her mouth from mine to whimper my name.

I burrow my face into her neck, languishing my mouth against her skin, determined to make marks, meanwhile grinding my hips against hers as I grow harder and harder. However, I’ve got a job to do. To make my babyrelax.And I know just how I’m going to do it.

I move my hands to her chest, running my fingers across the taut shirt covering her torso, caressing the fullness of her breasts.

Lily makes a sound I’ve never heard before when I’ve touched her there. A breath catching, “Aah!” that isn’t accompanied by a ‘stop’ or any pulling away. I let my hands linger there, my thumbs circling over the fabric. Her nipples stand so hard at attention that I can feel them all the way through her shirt and bra.

“Feels . . . good,” she struggles, almost like she’s surprised.

I trail my lips across her collarbone and murmur, “Take off your jeans, baby.”

Lily undoes the button, then the zipper, but I am impatient, and the second I hear that sweet sound of the zipper, I shove her jeans down along with her underwear until she can step out of them, exposing her warm, beautiful center to me. I cup it with my hand, pressing the heel of my palm against her clit. She moans.

“This is my pussy,” I say, meeting Lily’s eyes with mine so she knows I mean what I say.

“Yes, it is,” she responds in kind.

Still pinning her with my gaze, I dip two of my fingers inside her, taking in how each and every one of her muscles tense, then relax. Surprise, then relief. I don’t remain there, though. I withdraw them and lick her juice off my fingers. “Mmm. Tastes good.”

“Want more?”

I chuckle. “Always.”

I surprise Lily by flipping her around so she faces the window. I reach around and pull her shirt up and her bra aside, exposing her breasts. She gasps, cold glass sending goosebumps across her skin and a chill through her bones into mine. She grabs onto the frame of the window, gasping. “What are you doing?”

“I want them to see how I take care of what’s mine. May I?”

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