Page 32 of Rescued By My Best Friend's Brother

I walk towards him, expecting him to step aside, but he doesn’t. He stares down at me, and I stare up at him. I feel aware of him, expecting him to reach down and pull me into a kiss, just like he did earlier today.

He blinks, snapping out of whatever thoughts traverse his mind, and steps to the side. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” I say, stepping into the hall away from him, hiding my burning cheeks. Of course, he isn’t going to kiss me. Does he think today was a mistake? Of course, he does. Itwasa mistake. What would we tell Josie? She would probably disapprove and feel betrayed. I know I would. I shouldn’t even be thinking things like this. Jasper is…well, Jasper. He’s my best friend’s brother. I can’t have feelings for him, and he can’t have feelings for me. I just got out of a long-term relationship. My focus should be on me and no one else.

I mentally nod, agreeing that I should just forget everything that happened in Jasper’s office today. Nothing can come of it.

I quietly walk down the stairs, Jasper in tow. I go to the kitchen and stop at the sliding door. “Thanks. I think I can take it from here,” I tell him.

He nods, saying nothing. So, the grumpy man of little words has returned. My eyes linger on his lips. The lips that had been so soft against mine that afternoon are now pursed together in a straight line. Goosebumps rise on my arms. I run my hands over them, trying to get rid of this stupid feeling. Jasper doesn’t have feelings for me. There is no reason he would. I am just a simple girl with no money, no job, and recently out of a terrible, long-term relationship. No one has feelings for someone like that.

He continues to peer at me. I look around, the silence starting to get to me. Before this becomes awkward, I open the door and walk into the night. Thoughts of earlier continue to ravage my mind. Why did he kiss me? I thought maybe the first kiss had been a fluke, just the heat of the moment. But we weren’t arguing today. No. We were talking cordially about his job and then…the kiss and… I press my legs together, feeling hot and aroused. Do I want more? Do I want him to do it again? It felt so good. It had been so long since a man touched me to pleasure me and not himself.

I release the breath I didn’t realize I had been holding and turn around. I need answers. I stride back to Jasper’s house and open the door to an empty kitchen. I continue through the house and down the hall, pausing at his home office. Empty. Did he go to bed already? He could not have gotten ready for bed and fallen asleep in such a short amount of time.

I walk through the darkness to his bedroom. A sliver of light shines from his cracked door. I come to it, my heart racing in my ears. I raise my fist to knock but pause. Maybe I should just leave this be. Maybe I should just continue on like nothing happened. That is the easiest route to take. But could I act like it didn’t happen, like Jasper hadn’t gone down on me earlier today?

I peer down at my dress, the same one I’d worn earlier. A throb shudders through me. If I go in there now, will we continue what Jasper started this morning? I shake my head. No. I need to shut this down, focus on me and what is best for me.

I knock on the door. No response. I knock again, slightly peaking around the door. Jasper’s bedroom is empty. I peer at the door leading to his attached master bathroom, it is slightly shut, but the light is on. I see him move behind the door, his shirt already off.

“Jasper?” I call to him.

He opens the bathroom door all the way, his toothbrush hanging from his mouth. I stare at his shirtless body, my skin crawling with heat at the sight of him. His muscles are more defined than I remember. I never really saw his shirt off in college, but back then, he’d been more lanky than lean. My eyes trail down to his pants and how his muscles point in a V to what lies beneath it.

He bends forward over the sink and spits out the toothpaste. As he grabs a towel to wipe his mouth and hands, he asks, “Is there something you want?” His eyes meet mine, as if taunting me, especially with the way he sayswant.

I step into his room, my inner dialogue reminding me that I must stay focused and tell him that this all means nothing. That everything that has happened was just because we were both lonely and that it would never happen again. Jasper will probably agree.

“Are you busy?” I ask.

He casually comes into his bedroom, erasing most of the space between us. “I was just heading to bed.”

“Oh.” I inhale to gather the courage to speak. “I just want to say that we should just forget about today. We can’t go any further.” My voice wavers a little bit, even though I try my best to sound firm.

He steps closer, peering down at me, those eyes holding such focus and determination. I gulp down the doubts starting to surface. No. This must stop.

“We can’t?” He glares at me inquisitively.

I look down, away from his intense gaze. “We can’t.” My voice is less than convincing.

He places his finger under my chin and pulls me to look at him. He gives his head a small shake as he speaks. “We can’t.”

I blink, wanting to say it one more time. Maybe this time, it will stick, and I will turn away, walk out that door, and go to bed. But nothing comes out of my lips, nothing but my hot breath. His hands caress my shoulders and then run down to my hands.

“We can’t,” he whispers, causing a chill to run down my spine. He pulls my hands to the band on his black suit pants. He leans into my ear, and I can feel his breath brush gently through my hair. “Unbutton my pants.”

My body’s senses become suddenly aware. The fabric of his pants is smooth and stiff. The edge of my skirt lightly touches my thighs. His fingertips push my hair behind my shoulder, exposing my neck. My clothing feels suffocating, and I want him to tear it off of me.

My fingers search for the button and I do what he commands. His lips touch my neck as he says, “Good.”

He clutches my left hand with his right and pushes it against the bulge in his boxers. It’s firm and pulsating, similar to the pulsations happening between my legs. I bite my lower lip; my breathing becomes heavier. “This is what you do to me,” he tells me.

His lips meet mine, hard and fast. Before it can deepen, he takes a step back. His pants drop to the floor. “We can stop here if that’s what you want.”

I take a deep breath, tasting the minty flavor he left behind. I want to say the words, tell him we do need to stop, but his faint smirk beckons me, his bulge lures me. The way he just stands there in his boxers has me closing the space between us once again. My hand clutches his shoulders and pulls him down towards me. We collide. His arms engulf me, pressing his muscles into me. He lifts me off the ground. Instinctively, my legs wrap around his waist. His erection rubs my vagina in all the right places, causing my kiss to grow hungrier, greedier. I want him inside me. I need him inside me. I want to know how he will feel filling me up.

He lowers me onto the bed and breaks off the kiss. He presses himself between my legs, not yet giving me what I want. He sits back up and tugs off my underwear. The exposure causes me to flinch. He tosses them to the side and then reaches into his nightstand. He grabs something from the first drawer, a condom, and stands back up.

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