Page 21 of Not Quite Perfect

The laughter died on my lips. “David?”

“Hmm?”

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

He gaze tore me apart and put me back together. Heat, lust, and desire were mixed with pain, confusion, and hesitancy. And it was all for me. He stared at me with a single-minded focus that made me tremble with anticipation.

“Ask me nicely, Victoria,” he growled, his voice dropping low and full of promise.

I swallowed deeply. “Ask you what?”

Oh, I knewexactlywhat David wanted me to say, but I wanted to hear him say it too. Ineededto hear those words.

He reached under the blanket and looped his fingers around my ankle, tugging me down the sofa until I lay on my back.

“What are you doing?” I squeaked.

His rubbed a circle over the arch of my foot before his fingers danced their way up my leg to rest on my knee. He scooted closer, and his hand continued its upward. Soon, he was leaning over me, his mouth hovering over mine, our hot breaths mingling, as he traced a path over the thin strip of lace at my hip.

“Ask me to make you come,” he whispered enticingly against my lips.

“We shouldn’t be doing this.”

It felt like that was what I wassupposedto say, but even as the words dripped from my lips, I knew I didn’t really mean them. I wanted him. I hadn’t stopped wanting him—consequences be damned. And right now, I wanted him to make me come more than I wanted my next breath.

To hell with it.

Like he’d said earlier, we were two consenting adults, and there was nothing wrong with the way we felt about each other. He wasn’t my brother, I wasn’t his sister, and we weren’t family—much as both our parents wanted to pretend otherwise. If I wanted to have sex with him, there was nothing stopping me.

“Make me come,” I begged, heat and longing and something pure and right unfurling in my belly.

His lips crashed down on mine, and his fingers dipped beneath the lace covering me, his touch sprouting goosebumps along my flesh. When his thumb pressed against my clit, I gasped, and his tongue pushed its way into my mouth, coiling around my own.

I rolled my pelvis, and his middle finger slipped inside. My whole body shook. It was too much, too good. I broke away. “I’m going to come.”

David buried his head in the crook of my neck and breathed me in as I rode his finger. “That’s it, baby,” he said, sucking my earlobe into his wet, hot mouth. “Just like that,” he crooned, as I broke apart, his name on my lips.

“Oh god, David. Oh god, oh god, oh god!”

When my orgasm subsided, he withdrew his finger and kissed my nose, chuckling lightly as he pulled away. “You never said please.”

Ten

David

“So …”I rested my hip against the counter and lifted my favorite mug to my mouth. “We should probably talk about this family dinner.”

Victoria groaned and covered her face. “Do we have to?” She parted her fingers and looked at me hopefully. “Couldn’t we put it off just a little bit longer?”

I chuckled. “We could, but it might be awkward tomorrow.”

After last night, there was no way I could sit across from her and not give my feelings away. As I’d stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror this morning for a good two minutes, I’d been forced to acknowledge that I wore the face of a lovesick fool. One look at the way I stared adoringly at their sister, and the Witherspoon brothers would know in an instant how far gone on her I really was.

“Fine.” She dropped her hands onto my dining table and sighed dramatically. “Let’s get this over with. Commence discussion.”

I set my mug aside and hopped up onto the counter. “Since I have no intention of letting you leave my apartment anytime soon, we could go together? It would make my dear old dad happy to hear that we were getting along so well.” I waggled my brows suggestively.

“Eww, gross.” Victoria scrunched up her nose and then pointed down at the shirt she wore.

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