Page 39 of The MC's Little Brother

Melissa

My mind was a jumble of emotions. Elation, joy, surprise. I didn’t think he’d kiss me back. It was a whim. A need to prove to myself that I was imagining the flirting, the affection in his tone, the interest. I wanted to banish the idea that he saw me as more than just Wyatt’s little sister. I fully prepared for him to push me away, to turn me down.

He didn’t.

He chased me, kissing me back like a starving man given his first taste of something real. It was gentle, but fierce; intense in all the ways that made my toes curl. He didn’t push immediately to stick his tongue in my mouth. He wasn’t that guy. He took his time exploring my lips with his, sipping and tasting like he wanted to savor it. I was the one who pushed for more, nipping at his bottom lip to demand entry.

I might have made the first move, but every inch I gave him, he took it and ran with it. Sliding his tongue into my mouth in a sensual caress that made my stomach do cartwheels. My hands slid up his chest, arms wrapping around his neck to draw him closer. We were chest to chest, and it still didn’t feel close enough.

He took a few steps forward until my back was up against the door to his room and he had me caged against it. When his hips rocked against mine, I felt the length of him pressed against me. It only made me burn hotter, knowing he was just as affected as I was.

He pulled away, dragging kisses along my jaw instead. I bit my lip, tangling my fingers in his silky hair. I couldn’t get enough. Never wanted him to stop. I tightened my grip when I felt him pull away, desperate to keep him close. But I could tell he was starting to come to his senses. His body grew tense and his kisses slowed. I whimpered, knowing he was going to stop us but willing to do anything to change his mind.

“Don’t stop. Please,” I breathed, twisting to capture his lips again. He kissed me back, but his heart wasn’t in it. And when he finally straightened, the resignation was written all over his face.

“We can’t, Mel.”

My heart broke at his conviction, but before I could protest, he spoke again.

“Not until I talk to Prez.”

Surprised, I looked up at him. “What?”

He leaned forward and pressed his forehead against mine. “You’re not some hang around I’d meet for a quick fuck. You’re too good for that. If we do anything, it’s with the full intention of seeing where this goes. If that’s not what you want–”

“It is!” I interrupted, lifting onto my toes to kiss him again. It was quick, more of an emphasis, but he responded in kind, kissing me hard before he forced himself away. He put a few feet between us and I felt the loss, just like I had at the arcade. Like his presence kept me warm and the minute he walked away, cold enveloped me.

“Then I have to talk to Prez. I’m not sneaking around behind his back. I won’t do that.”

He said it with such vehemence that it made my heart skip a beat. He didn’t want a hookup. He wanted to date me. And he wouldn’t do it without telling Wyatt first. I wanted to argue that Wyatt shouldn’t have a say, but Wraith was loyal. He’d never betray his friendship by keeping this kind of secret. Especially since he intended to see it through.

“Okay,” I finally murmured. It was the only thing I could think to say.

He nodded once, then turned on his heel and walked away. Stunned, I followed him, watching as he grabbed his keys and went for the front door.

“Wait. Right now?”

He looked over his shoulder at me, his expression oddly serious. “Yes, now. I can’t have you so close to me, knowing we both want this, without being able to touch you. I’ll be back.”

He disappeared out the door and I heard the engine of his bike roar to life a second later. I could only stare at the door as the sound disappeared down the street.

“Mel?”

Sucking in a sharp breath, I hurried forward so Xander didn’t think he was home alone. Thor sat at his feet, looking completely content. He’d gone to lie down with Xander when we got back and didn’t seem bothered in the slightest that Wraith had left him behind.

“Hey, honey. What’s up?”

His eyes flicked toward the window above the door, then back to me. “Did Mattias leave?”

I nodded, waving a hand toward the front yard. “Yeah, he had to go talk to my brother about something. He’ll be back soon. Did his bike wake you?”

All three bedrooms were on the same side of the house as the driveway, so I could understand that. When he nodded, I offered him an apologetic smile.

“Sorry. I know they’re loud. You can go back to sleep if you want? We’re not in a hurry to be anywhere.”

He shook his head, coming downstairs to join me. “I’m a little hungry.”

I winced. “Ah. Okay, well as your bestie, I’m going to warn you that I can’t cook. But I do know someone who can, and I need to talk to her anyway. How do you feel about visiting a friend of mine?”

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