Page 20 of Worth the Risk

Control yourself.

As they join us, Kylie’s eyes fall to my bare chest before she moves them down my body. From the expression on her radiant face and the blush covering her cheeks, I’m confident she likes what she sees.

“What would you like to drink?” Nash asks, playing bartender.

“Do you girls like chardonnay?” Sophie asks Kylie and Sierra. “I brought some bottles from home with me.”

“Sounds good,” they both reply.

Sophie goes behind the bar to grab glasses and fill them up. Not able to resist a moment longer and taking Kylie’s hand in mine, I give it a little pull, moving her along with it. Once she’s in front of me, I place her onto my lap and lean forward to breathe in her sweet scent.

I can’t help myself. She smells so good. I’m not normally a guy for public displays of affection, but I won’t be bothered by what anyone thinks tonight.If I want to kiss and touch Kylie, I will. Simple as that.

“Could you please keep down the PDA? It’s gross watching my brother getting all handsy,” Sophie mumbles.

“Then don’t look,” I reply.

She rolls her eyes before handing the girls their glasses. Once we’re all set, we head out to the patio, and I keep Kylie’s hand in mine.

Nash removes the cover and turns on the hot tub jets, and everyone climbs in.

Right before Kylie steps in, I tug on her gently. “We’ll be right back. There’s something I want to show Kylie in the house,” I say.

“Oh, I bet you have something you want to show her,” Nash yells as I steer Kylie back into the house.

When I flip him my middle finger, they laugh.

Once we get to my room, I pull her inside, slam the door shut, and crowd her against it with my body. Placing a finger on her mouth, she opens it and nips it.Little minx.

“I’d really like to kiss you.”

“What are you waiting for?”

Cupping her face, I place my lips on hers. It is slow at first. I sweep my tongue over her lips before sliding it in her mouth for that first taste, and that’s all it takes before I’m kissing her harder and more ruthlessly as desire takes hold of me.

She responds by gliding her hands in my hair, grasping and tugging it. Our tongues duel and teeth crash as we attack each other with vigor. After placing my hands on either side of her head and angling it the way I need it, I deepen the kiss.

Caught up in the moment, she sucks on my tongue, and when I imagine her sucking elsewhere, I groan. The noise makes her shiver, and I pull away and nip her lower lip.

“God, Kylie, I can’t get enough of you.”

Opening her eyes, they show me more than she can verbalize at the moment. She wants me. She wants this. She wantsus.

We stand across from each other, breathing heavily, her breasts moving along with her gasps, and after a couple of deep breaths, she says, “We might want to put a hold on this until later. Our friends are waiting for us outside.”

Although she’s right, the last thing I want to do is stop. I couldn’t care less what they think we’re doing, but I know it matters to her.

Stepping back, I try to gain control of myself. Pointing to the chairs in front of the fireplace, I gesture for her to sit. She does, pulling her legs up underneath her. I sit across from her, and we do nothing but stare at each other for a few minutes, needing to calm our libidos down.

“You said earlier that you and Sierra work part-time for your mom’s business. What is it you do?” I ask.

“My mother, Nora, and Sierra’s uncle, Tony, own a real estate agency. They’ve worked together for over twenty-five years. When school is on break, Sierra and I help where we can,” she explains. “How about you? I heard you work for your family business. Do you like it?”

“It’s what I know. Sophie and I grew up around casinos and resorts. At one time or another, we’ve stayed in every resort we owned. My father liked to make a presence at them, and we often traveled with him. The resorts were like playgrounds to us. We had the run of any that we visited. Some resorts are family-friendly and have water parks in them.”

“I would have loved to visit places like that. Sounds like your family is close to always be traveling together.”

At one time, I would have agreed with her, but not anymore. I love my father, and he’s given us everything he could—love, support, and his time—except for that one year when he had nothing in himself to give. I had loved my mother, too, until I didn’t. She’s a sore spot for our family. To this day, even after what she did, I believe my dad still loves her. It doesn’t make sense how he could, but he does.

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