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“I’m not an idiot, Jenna.” I must appear confused because he reaches out to stroke my face, just as he did last night. “How could anyone turn you down? Have you seen you? Have you met you? You’re pretty damn amazing.”

“Amazing for a one-night stand?”

“Yeah,” he says, and my heart sinks. “But amazing for more, too.”

I rub and my eyes, suddenly feeling as though I’m still be dreaming. Maybe it was the alcohol I drank last night that has made my dreams more vivid than usual. When I open my rubbed eyes, Harrison is still there.

“You’re still here?” I say, and he draws his eyebrows together like I’m the idiot.

“Where am I supposed to be going, you strange girl?”

“Stop calling me that.”

“You prefer ‘princess’ now?”

I punch him on his very bare, very solid bicep and hurt my pathetic fist.

“It’s too early in the morning for me to deal with all of this,” I say, sounding whinier than I would usually see as acceptable.

“You don’t have to deal with anything, princess,” he replies soothingly. “Just let me take the lead, and you follow, okay?”

Before I have a chance to ask Harrison what the hell he’s talking about, he presses his amazing full lips against mine, so gently it makes me shiver. He pulls back and looks me in the eye as though he wants to check that what he’s doing is okay. “What are you doing?” I whisper.

“What I should have done a long time ago,” he says, kissing me again. “Taking what’s mine.”

Harrison slips his hand into my hair and grips tightly so he can angle my head to align our mouths perfectly, then he rolls until he’s on top of me, thigh pressing between my legs with the comforter in between us. His kiss is so good; soft lips but persistent tongue, stroking into my mouth in a way that blowsmy mind. I’ve always loved kissing but never found a man that can set my body alight with just his lips on mine. But Harrison is perfect.

I stroke over his arm and back, remembering how good he felt when I touched him the first time. Even in the cold room, he is deliciously warm and smooth. I love he isn’t rushing this time. This is about more than just getting to that end goal and for some crazy reason I feel totally relaxed, despite the fact that he’s my stepbrother and our parents are just down the hall.

Harrison presses his thigh up in the rhythm of his kiss and I moan and squirm, feeling too hot under the covers and wanting the delicious pressure to be more direct, even though I’m feeling so sore.

“The covers,” I whisper to Harrison when I’ve separated from his kiss for a moment. He grins down at me like a wolf about to get a whole farms-worth of pigs to gobble up and then tugs at the comforter until it’s pushed to the side. Harrison strokes the silk of my PJ’s. “Nice,” he says. “Do you always wear this sexy shit to bed by yourself?”

I stare at him in mock horror. “Of course not. Just when I know my stepbrother is going to sneak into my bedroom to deflower me under my father’s roof.”

Harrison looks a bit ashamed, and I grin. “Don’t underestimate the importance of good underwear and nightwear, Harrison Stone.”

“Never again,” he says, putting his hand on his heart like he’s swearing an oath.

“Now get over here and show me what I’ve been missing.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Rather than kissing me again, he sits up on his knees and looks down at me, rubbing his big, firm hands over my thighs. “All the things I want to do to you, Jenna,” he says. “You have no fucking idea how much I think about you. How many times I fantasized about us being together. I saw you watching me the other day,” he grins.

“What?” I don’t understand what he’s talking about immediately and when I do, I’m indignant. “I wasn’t watching you. Stop trying to make me out to be some kind of pervert.”

“I left the door open on purpose. It turned me on so much to know that you were looking. It took all my restraint not to look up at you and tell you what I want to do to you.”

I shake my head, realizing how stupid we have both been, playing games with each other when, if we’d given clearer signs, we might have come together sooner.

“Can I look at you, Jenna?” he murmurs. “I felt you last night, but I didn’t get to see all of you.”

I nod and lift my top off over my head, bearing my breasts to him. Harrison reaches forward and takes them into his palms and squeezes gently, then strokes his thumbs over the tips of my nipples until they are hard, pointed and dark rose pink.

He runs his hands down my sides, mapping my curves and then circling my belly button with his finger. He traces the edge of my PJ shorts and I watch as he inches them down, his eyes following the fabric down to my feet.

“Look at you,” he says, so reverently I suddenly feel a little tearful. I don’t know how we got to this point, but I’ve wanted tobe with him so much that now we are finally here, it almost feels too much. “You’re beautiful, Jenna, baby. So beautiful.”

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