Page 14 of Untouchable

He didn’t turn around when he spoke, but she saw the way he shook his head, how he hung it as if ashamed. “I’m your uncle for all intents and purposes. Not blood, but that doesn’t matter, does it.” He didn’t phrase that last part like a question.

The blood rushed through her veins, and her body felt like it was on fire. She was on the verge of tears, frustration and arousal waging war inside of her. She would have said anything to make him see that it wasn’t wrong. It didn’t feel that way.

It felt right.

Chloe knew what he meant, knew that although they weren’t related by blood, he was still her uncle. And for the first time in her life, she hated that fact.

He shook his head and finally turned around to stare at her intently. “I’ve known you your whole life, Chloe. This isn’t right.” His voice cracked on the last sentence, and she wanted to go to him, to comfort him and tell him everything was okay. Thatthiswas okay.

She took another step forward, but he took one back, holding up his hand up for her to stop.

“Please. Chloe.” His voice sounded strangled.

She wanted to say something, anything, but the words got stuck in her throat.

He turned and stormed inside, and she flinched when he slammed the door shut. She shouldn’t have gone after him,shouldn’t have followed him, but she couldn’t stop herself. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go. Chloe had initiated the kiss, had started all of this. If this was as far as it went, if he wanted nothing more to do with her, well, she understood, but she needed to know the truth.

Chloe couldn’t let it end this way, not when he’d kissed her back.

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Chloe followed him into the house and stopped when she saw Dominic braced against the counter. Back to her, forearms on the tile, he looked like a defeated man.

She took those few steps toward him and stopped when she could have touched his back with her fingertips. That’s what she wanted to do, to reach out and stroke her fingers along the chiseled, defined expanse of his back. Would he turn away from her, push her away?

She could have done just that, but she clenched her hands into fists.

He turned around in the next moment. They stared at each other for a heartbeat, and he reached up to caress her cheek. Leaning into his touch, Chloe closed her eyes and let all the sensations wash through her.

“This isn’t wrong. How can something that feels so good, so right, be wrong?” She said those words softly, meaning to say them to herself, but they’d spilled out of her before she could stop them.

“It’s just wrong, Chloe.” His words were no more than a whisper, but he didn’t remove his hand from her cheek.

She moved that last inch that separated them, her thighs brushing against his. Every part of her body tingled in a way that made her weak and breathless. She lifted her hand and ran her thumb along his full bottom lip.

His mouth opened slightly, maybe on its own accord, maybe because he liked the way it felt. Either way, his gaze was transfixed on her, and that was all that mattered.

“Chloe.” Her name, a strangled groan from his lips, was the last thing she was aware of before he gripped her waist and spun her around.

Pressed between him and the counter, Chloe could feel every muscle in his hard, masculine body. Her pussy was wet, her panties saturated from her instant arousal.

All she wanted to do was tell him, to let him know she was so ready for him. But she couldn’t bring herself to do it, couldn’t force the words past her lips. She was too afraid.

Her back was to his chest, and she could feel the defined length of his stiff erection along the crease of her ass. Licking her lips, she looked over her shoulder.

“We really shouldn’t, Chloe.” Although the words were almost a hoarse whisper from his lips, she could hear the raw desire nonetheless.

“Maybe you’re right, but I want to, so bad,” she whispered.

He ran his hand along the sides of her breasts and over her hips. He gripped her tightly and pulled her more fully back against him. As if her ass against his shaft was too much for him, he turned her around and lifted her easily onto the counter.

Her skirt rode up her thighs, and the chill of the tile beneath her bottom was a shock to her overheated body. His lips slammed down on hers with all the built-up passion and desire they both felt.

Chloe spread her legs wider to accommodate his big frame and felt her panties rub along her too-swollen pussy lips. Slowly,he ground his cock into her cotton-covered folds, teasing her until the words for him to finally be with her were right on the tip of her tongue.

She didn’t care if she begged for it, didn’t care at this point if she sounded pathetic. Chloe was on the verge of climaxing just from the feel of that jean-clad cock pushing against her body.

Dominic growled against her mouth and quickly went for the button of his jeans. The sound of it popping free and of the zipper sliding down sent shivers throughout her body. She leaned back, braced her weight on her hands and just stared at him. Her thighs were spread obscenely wide, and the air from the ceiling fan brushed along her sensitive skin.

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