Page 41 of A Brother At My Back

“Tea is in the kitchen on the counter, just there.”

“Oh, excellent,” she remarked. She stood at the sink and washed out her bowl. I stood up with mine and went over to wash it, but she took it from my hands and did it for me.

It gave me idle hands which I put to her slender hips, stepping up to her back and pressing my lips to where her neck met her shoulder where the stretched neckline of my old tee left it bare.

She sighed out, her body relaxing back into mine, her hands covering mine and pressing them to her stomach where they’d ended up. She moaned slightly, one hand disappearing from the top of mine, touching lightly along the side of my neck as she encouraged what I was doing. Turning her head, questing for our mouths to meet.

Her kiss was sweet as, and I felt my desire for her spike, spiraling high and tight, sending me soaring. I spun her in my grasp and kissed her proper and her arms wound around my neck and shoulders, hands pressing gently, cradling the back of my head holding my mouth to hers.

The heat between us was something, really. Enough that I was pretty sure my clothes needed off. She clung to me, making these soft little whimpers of want against my mouth and I lifted her easily. Her long legs wound around my hips and I backed her up, sitting her on the edge of the sink, letting my passion carry us both.

She was into it, and I was so into her but something held her back. She moaned into my mouth and it held that quality of wait. I slowed my kiss but didn’t want it to end but when she pulled back, I let her.

“Not like this,” she gasped, “Not like this.”

“Right,” I murmured and backed off, letting her go. Chest heaving with the breath she’d stolen, I maintained my self-control – barely. I took myself to the bathroom to regroup and take a cold shower.

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