Page 6 of Rejected By My Stepbrother Alpha
Chapter 2
Willpower
Asher
I could feel Ivy's body heat coming off of her through the thin material of her dress. The warmth was inviting, drawing me closer into her orbit. Her heart beat against my chest rapidly, matching my own heart's rhythm. My hands were wrapped tightly around her waist, and I couldn't stop myself from gently tracing the soft silk of her dress with my thumb. Was that what my stepsister's skin felt like? No, Ivy's skin would be smoother than silk.
She looks stunning.
On their own accord, my eyes traveled down to Ivy's beautiful face. I swallowed when I saw that her plump lips were painted a pale pink. I wanted to personally thank the designer of the white dress that she was wearing. I couldn't even see the whole thing since I was still holding her against my chest, but the sight of her cleavage made my hands shake. She was staring up at me with those shining blue eyes that always tested my self-control.
But the strongest desire I had for Ivy wasn't physical in nature. There was this irrational tug in my chest whenever I was near her. The intense longing I felt for her defied all logic.
I didn’t want to feel this way about my stepsister. Obviously, it was morally wrong. But there was another reason why I shouldn’t be reacting to Ivy with anything other than cool indifference. Ever since my father had met Ivy’s mother, I suspected that Ivy was working with her manipulative gold digger mother.
Even though both of them always tried to put on an act like they wanted to be a family, I didn’t trust either of them. That was why I moved away after our parents got married last year. But when my dad had a heart attack, I realized that home was where I was needed.
But living in the same house as Ivy was killing me. When I ran into her after a shower and I saw the way her eyes were studying my naked torso, I almost took her beautiful face in my hands and kissed her. I planned on getting my own place soon, but I wanted to make sure my father was one hundred percent better before I did.
Whenever Ivy was near me, my eyes would always go to her and usually never leave. Normally, I could mask my attraction for her behind my anger that she was working with her mother, but right now, with her soft body pressed against me, I couldn’t hide my desire for my stepsister.
My dick hardened when she bit that plump lip of hers, and her sharp intake of breath told me that she had felt it against her warm center.
“Asher,” my stepsister breathed out, and all of a sudden, we were both leaning in.
Ivy’s long eyelashes fluttered close, and all I wanted was to press my lips against hers.
No!
I cleared my throat and stood, taking Ivy with me.
Her eyes shot open in surprise, and her scent invaded my senses. Ivy always smelled like honeysuckle—an intoxicating, sweet scent that no perfume on this planet could recreate. Tonight, she also smelled like champagne. Had she been drinking?
Once she was steady, I took a huge step away from her until my back hit the wall. Everything inside of me was begging me to take her back into my arms, but I fought the instinct and clenched my fists as I stared at her withnarrowed eyes.
Ivy’s shoulders slumped, and the hurt expression that crossed her face caused a pang of guilt in my chest. But I reminded myself that this was all an act. Ivy didn’t want to be with me. She was working with her mother.
“Ivy,” I said coolly, trying to convey the resentment I felt for her, knowing that she was working for her mother.
“Asher,” she responded in the same icy tone and played with that silver necklace she was always wearing.
Over the past few weeks, I noticed that she always played with that necklace when she was nervous.
Or maybe this was her simply acting nervous.
Maybe I didn’t even know the real Ivy after all.
Her blue eyes shot down to my white tie.
“We match,” she said with surprise in her tone.
I studied her dress again. Her gown was form-fitting. Was she wearing anything underneath it?
Our gazes locked together, and that intense pull tugged at my chest, luring me closer to her.
Wouldn’t it be so easy to close the distance between us?
Don't even think about it.
