Page 11 of Rejected By My Stepbrother Alpha
“What the hell do you mean? I try my best every—”
Asher cut me off.
“No, you're wrong because you aren't my sister, Ivy.”
Before I could even fully process his words, Asher grabbed the back of my head, and kissed me.
Chapter 4
My Command
Ivy
For a moment, I was frozen with surprise. I couldn’t believe that something I’d been yearning for was actually happening. Then my body responded, and I threaded my fingers through his hair, kissing him back with a kind of passion I didn't even know I was capable of.
My entire body was alive with pleasure.
I’d daydreamed about my stepbrother kissing me thousands of times.
And it was better than any of my wildest fantasies.
I was obsessed with the feeling of his lips on mine. Desire shot through my veins like a drug, and there was nothing in the world that could pull me away from Asher at this moment. The room could be burning down around us, and I’d keep kissing him.
Our kiss deepened, and his hand tightened on the back of my neck. His hold was possessive. Asher was gripping me like I was his.
I wanted to be his.
My mind spun with happiness. Asher had been the one to kiss me. This had to mean that he reciprocated my feelings, right? He had to feel this connection between us, too. That thought made me feellighter than a feather. Did that mean that his icy treatment toward me had been an act? Had he tried to distance himself from me because any relationship between us could be considered wrong?
I didn't care that he was my stepbrother. It didn't matter that our parents were staying down the hall. All that mattered was Asher's warm body pressed against mine and his soft yet strong lips. Nothing else mattered besides us.
Asher kissed along my cheek until his mouth was by my ear.
“Your lips are even softer than your skin,” his deep voice whispered.
I grabbed his face to put his lips back where they belonged.
On mine.
Asher cupped my hot cheeks, drawing my body closer to his. My nipples hardened, pressing against his sculpted chest. I moaned into his mouth, and he darted out his tongue to taste me.
Oh my…
His taste was sinfully good. My stepbrother's mouth tasted like sweet honey with a little kick to it and a hint of champagne. Idly, I wondered why I could barely detect any alcohol on his breath since he was so drunk, but that thought jumped from my mind when Asher's hands began to roam my body. The feeling of his urgent touch was addictive.
Our tongues moved together, and I trailed my hands down his strong shoulders, then down his muscled back. He shivered under my touch. I wanted to memorize every inch of his body. I wanted to touch him everywhere.
His hands traveled down the sides of my dress, and he gripped the fabric, pulling at it like he wanted to tear the thin piece of fabric off my body. My warm center pulsed with desire when I glanced down and saw that his hard length was straining against his dress pants.
Was it possible that he craved me just as much as I did him?
When he bit my bottom lip, I groaned and tugged on his hair. My cheeks heated at the deep, guttural sound I just made. It seemed to come from my soul. I broke our kiss, placed my hands on his shoulders, and threw my head back in pleasure.
I wanted this night tolast forever.
Hungrily, Asher kissed his way down my chin, then began to nip and lick the sensitive skin of my throat.
“Asher!”
