Page 23 of My Shining Stepbrother

- Reese -

Pulling into my driveway, I don't let her lift a finger. I open her door and help her out before grabbing her bags and carrying them inside. She shook her head after telling me she could have taken some of the bags, but I wasn't giving in. My goddess was not going to lift a finger in my house.

She was curious as to why I called her a Goddess. So naturally, when she asked me, I gave her my honest opinion and the truth. “Look at yourself in a mirror. You are not only beautiful on the outside but also the inside.”

“Do you really think that?” Doubt filling her words.

“Of course I do. Any man that is to blind to see it definitely lost out on the opportunity of a lifetime. I should shake their hands, but I won't condone such disagreeable behavior.” I wink at her, and she hides her face.

Her cheeks turn bright pink, lighting up her face. She is so beautiful in every way. I led her to the bedroom I had shown her before and set her bags down.

“You can still stay in this room or come down the hall and join me in mine. I won't rush you or push you to do anything. This is your choice, and I want you to be comfortable and know you are safe here.” I place my hands on her waist before kissing her forehead.

“Thank you, Reese.” She wraps her hands around the back of my neck.

Her eyes speak to me, and I kiss her deeply. This kiss isn't one of starvation or hunger. It was a soft, sweet, delicate, caring kiss.

We break apart, and I rest my head against hers. It feels so intimate in a way I could never explain. I stare into her baby-blue eyes and find a slight shimmer of happiness within them.

“I could kiss you all day, Rose.” I pull her closer as the blood rushes to my cock from her being so close.

“I never want to stop kissing you, Reese.” Her eyes shine with affection. “I have to put these clothes away, though. Can we pick up where we left off when I'm done?”

“Of course, we can. I will be in the living room waiting for you.” I kiss her again before leaving the room and shutting the door.

I sit down on the couch and decide to check my work emails. If any orders came through, Matty or Trigger would have contacted me, but I still have to check.

With nothing new, I relax for a second. I think of ways to tell her. I should start with the club and the shop first. The other can wait for a later time. The boys had already told me her car was in my garage, and they went ahead and cleaned it up for her.

I hear her door shut, and my heart races. Why am I suddenly so nervous when she comes into my presence?

I stand up and turn around, but I'm speechless. The blood leaves my head for a moment as I take in the sight in front of me.

“Fuck…” I whisper.

All the blood leaves my brain. I can't think straight anymore as I stare in front of me. My legs begin to move before I have a chance to think. She stops me once I reach her and pushes me back, not allowing me to touch her. I might snap in half if I don't get to kiss her right now.

Her eyes burrow into mine as she steps toward me yet pushes me back. I could overpower her and grab her by the waist to kiss her, but I won't do that. She is in control of what happens right now.

- Rose -

The look in his eyes shows his hunger for me. While putting away my clothes, I looked at the lingerie again. At that moment, I decided I wanted to take control of my life. I wanted to see how he reacted to me in a raw state of only us. Would his body show the same desire in the light of his home as at the club?

His reaction does not disappoint me. He wanted to touch me and tried coming closer to me, but I stopped him. I pushed him back slowly until his knees hit the back of the couch.

“Sit back down.” I say firmly as I push him down. I watch as he begins to breathe heavily.

“You don't know what you are doing to me right now.” He says as he looks at my body up and down. “You are breathtaking,” he growls with desire.

“I know exactly what I'm doing.” I trace my fingers over his chest before leaning forward and whispering in his ear. “I'm giving you a very private dance Mr. Lewis.” I say breathlessly.

A low moan escapes his lips as I walk to the other side of the room and set my phone down. I turn on a song I haven't used at the club before and move my hips as I walk back to him. He shifts in his seat as he, leans back and drapes his arms across the back of the couch.

I place my hands on his shoulders and lean to his ear to whisper again. “Just remember you can look, but you can't touch.”

A desperate growl releases from him as I start to dance for him. His hands clench the back of the couch, and his knuckles begin to turn white. As I straddle him, I spin back, and his eyes meet mine. He doesn't look away, only taking my body into his peripherals.

“Do you not want to look?” I question him, but he still doesn't look down.

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