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His tongue swept into my mouth, thick and demanding and it felt frickingamazing. My entire body was on fire and I surrendered myself wholeheartedly to that feeling, greedily savouring everything he had to give and take.

Just when I thought it couldn’t get any more deliciously insane, he deepened the kiss further; slanting his head, the thrust of his tongue moving determinedly against my own, stroking and coaxing as I attempted to match his technique. I sighed against his mouth, revelling in his experience. At some point his hands left my waist and moved up, sliding over my face to cup my jaw, angling my head where he wanted it to go. It felt so right, heat throbbed between my legs and I wished at that moment that he would reach down and touch me there.

I inhaled his masculine scent which pushed my breasts further against the hardness of his chest, his hands caressing my face, leading me, branding me.

Desire like I’d never experienced was raging and I felt a tremor run through my body as Connor growled against my mouth. I felt the long, sleek length of him hard against my stomach as his tongue continued to taste me. Driving in and out of my mouth like the act of sex itself.

So,thisis what sexual excitement was like. It was shocking and exhilarating at the same time and my response was out of control. I didn’t give a damn that anyone could walk by and see us; all I cared about was feeding the hunger that had throbbed within me since that first moment I had seen him. That split second when our eyes had connected and that strange something had rushed through me.

My heart hammered in my chest as his fingers now sank into my hair and he cradled the back of my head. As he continued to kiss me, I became vaguely aware of a buzzing in my brain.

A car engine revved up the driveway, rudely smashing into my consciousness and tearing us apart. He pulled away first and I felt like someone had torn a limb off. I was trembling and touched my lips with my fingers, trying to calm the hell down. Connor was quicker to recover and moved back, gently setting me away from him, and splitting that special connection that had bound us. My own body was too affected by the feelings I was experiencing and I stumbled forward but Connor shot out a hand to steady me.

“Easy,” he whispered, as I tried to regain my balance.

My face was on fire as we maintained eye contact, irrespective of the interruption, and a silent message passed between us. It was almost painful, but I pulled my gaze away to see my dad parking the car. Rachel was with him waving frantically. Of all the bloody times!

We both turned to face them, putting an even more respectable distance between our two bodies.

Connor’s fists clenched and unclenched by his sides and guilt and embarrassment started to bleed into me.

OMG, I had justkissedmy stepbrother like some type of high school slut. Inevermade the first move and worse than that, had my father and Rachelseenit? The thought cast a proper frantic cat among my pigeons and my gaze narrowed as they approached us. I attempted to weigh up the possibility and repercussions in my head.

Both my dad and Rachel’s faces were fairly impassive. If theyhadseen us, they didn’t appear fazed by it. Heat continued to steal into my cheeks and I smoothed back my hair in fear that there was a tell-tale sign of what we had just been doing.

They trotted towards us and I continued to assess their expressions but still didn’t see anything to be too concerned about. That would certainly be an embarrassing conversation to have with Rachel on what would be the first time I’d seen her since the anniversary party.

“You kid’s all right? All OK today?” Dad put in doing the whole ‘looking from one to the other thing’ which made my heart skip a beat. Shit, one of us had to speak soon or it just looked plain weird. Maybe he thought we’d been arguing again? Yes, fighting. That would be better!

I struggled to peel my tongue away from the roof of my mouth as Connor moved toward his mother, his composure now firmly back in place. I couldn’t think straight and was afraid my tongue would trip me up.

“Dad. Rachel!” I blurted out in a high-pitched squeak. It was one of those tones that surely only dogs could hear and I added insult to it by making another weird fluttery gesture with my hand. What thehellwas with the hand thing? That was new.

Connor shot me a pointed look and I clamped my mouth closed, obeying his silent message to shut the fuck up, running my hands through my hair again to halt the hand thing.

“How’s Gran?” he asked, begrudgingly accepting the hug from his mother in an ‘if I show any emotion, it makes me weak’ way. A typical misguided boy thought.

My lips were still throbbing from our kiss but I tried my hardest to concentrate and look normal. Were they the same size or would they appear swollen? Swollen with lust. Slut, slut, slut!

“She’s OK, on the mend. I’ll tell you all about it all later sweetie,” Rachel replied as she kissed his cheek.

“So, Harlow. What do you think of the farm; you settling in OK?” she questioned, with a warm smile.

I reined in the desire to laugh hysterically and managed to deliver a semi-normal smile.

“Yes, thanks. It’s cool,” I said. She beamed at my words and dad put his arm around her shoulders in a loving gesture. I suppose it should have bothered me but weirdly it didn’t. It was blatantly obvious that he was happier now and to be honest, I had my own shit to deal with. My stomach dipped with a bit of sympathy for my mother back in London and I realised how I hadn’t heard from her since my birthday.

The conversation flowed around me and I attempted to join in but they were mainly discussing Rita, Rachel’s mother, and her current health scare.

“Anyway, I have to unpack. I have washing coming out of my ears. I’ll catch you both later at supper,” Rachel said with a parting shot.

Dad did another glance between Connor and me before following her into the house, muttering something about an overdue gas bill.

I pursed my lips.

There it was again, that tense silence. We stood there, side by side, the murmur of farm equipment in the distance. I hated awkward silences.

Finally, Connor broke the quiet. “It never happened,” he stated flatly, collecting the tool belt from the floor.

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