Page 5 of Desiring My Brother's Best Friend

"You know, if you worked this fast on all of your jobs, you'd be rich," Lena teases from the step ladder she's on, touching up trim paint.

"You know, if you kept your mind on painting and not on teasing me, the room would be done by now," I shoot back, grinning.

She grins back. "Oh, I'm teasing you, am I?"

"Something like that." I step away from my blueprints, tucking my pencil behind my ear before frowning at her. "I wish you'd wait until I can hold the ladder before you climb up there."

Lena rolls her eyes. "I'm fine, Owen. I can manage." She goes back to painting, and I admire her trim figure as she sways her hips to some unheard tune.

We've been working hard all morning, and I'm already starting to sweat. I wipe my forehead with the back of my hand and sigh. Things are going pretty well, but I really think I'd work faster if Lena weren't here as a distraction.

Just as I start to consider sending her on a pointless errand to the hardware store so I can stop thinking with my dick and start thinking with my brain again, the ladder she's on starts to wobble.

"Lena!" I shout.

She looks down, her eyes widening, but it's too late. With a sharp cry, she loses her footing and comes crashing towards me.

I dart forward and catch her in my arms, bracing my legs to keep us from toppling over.

"Are you okay?" I ask, breathless from the shock.

Lena's arms are around my neck, and our faces are inches apart. Her blue eyes are wide, and her full lips are parted slightly.

I can feel my heart pounding in my chest. All I have to do is lean in, close the gap between us, and press my lips to hers...

Lena's eyes dart down to my mouth. She licks her lips, and I swallow hard, my whole body tense with anticipation.

"You saved me."

"I did."

Then she kisses me, and it's all over. I can't resist her anymore.

Her lips are soft, her tongue exploring. She tastes like the lemonade she's been drinking, and she smells like heaven. I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her closer, our bodies pressed together. She moans into my mouth, and I feel my cock stir. I deepen the kiss, tangling my fingers in her hair. She responds eagerly, wrapping her arms around my neck. I could kiss her forever.

We should stop. It hasn't gone too far yet.

But I can't. I've wanted this for so long.

My hands roam up her back, tracing the curves of her body. She arches her back, pressing her breasts against me, and I inhale sharply. She's so fucking sexy. My hands move to cup her ass as she wiggles, grinding against my growing erection. Fuck.

I break the kiss, panting. "Lena, we can't?—"

"We can," she murmurs, pressing her lips to mine again. "I want you, Owen. Don't you want me?"

Her voice is so soft, so full of desire, that it takes every ounce of restraint I have not to take her right here on this floor. She reaches down and slides her hand over my cock, rubbing me through my jeans and making me nearly bite my tongue off with how hard I'm trying to keep control.

"Of course I do. I'd have to be dead not to."

"I want you," she says, her blue eyes gazing into mine. "I want you to fuck me."

That's all it takes. I'm done resisting. I'm done denying what I want, what I've always wanted.

I lean in and kiss her again, harder this time. She wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me closer, like she can't get enough of me. I pull her against me, lifting her up, then lay her down on the drop cloth beneath us.

Her body is soft and responsive under mine, and I want to feel and taste every inch of it. I break the kiss and move down, kissing her neck, her collarbone. I push up the hem of her shirt, exposing her stomach. She sighs in pleasure as I trail love bites along her skin.

Up or down? Do I want my mouth on her perfect tits or her delicious pussy first?

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