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I cleared my throat. “Yeah, you know. I was also having some trouble sleeping, and I didn’t want to wake you, but I should really get going if I’m going to have a shot at getting to work early in the morning.” My grin twisted out of sheer awkwardness as I ran my hand through my hair. “I know I promised I’d stay, but I thought if you didn’t know I was gone, you’d have nothing to be afraid of and you’d wake up in the morning to see that you survived the night on your own,” I said, rattling off a whole bunch of dumb shit I didn’t care about so that this conversation could come to an end. “I know, I’m a jerk.”

She was silent for a while so when I got no response from her, I took that as my cue to go.

As soon as I made my move to leave, I heard her swift intake of breath and the shuffle of her feet as she stumbled forward to stop me.

“No, wait!” she called after me.

The hurriedness of her voice made me think that perhaps something was wrong. Perhaps the realization that she would be sleeping here by herself began to freak her out again, but I had to leave. I twisted my neck to the side, crumpling my face as I strengthened my resistance, using my clothes to shield my deflating cock as I began to turn around. When I did, I almost lost my breath at the sight of her and gripped my clothes against my dick as it returned us to square one.

Her nipples were hard, piercing through her rayon white nightdress, and she stared at me, biting her lip. I could see the darker tint of her areolas making a silhouette in the fabric, and I began to salivate. She looked nervous. Fuck,Iwas nervous. I was sure my upper body had turned a shade of pink that I couldn’t hide with my full naked chest on display.

“What is it?” I asked, trying to sound normal as the pulse in my cock, pointing straight up at me, thumped against my belly.

Her voice fell to a whisper as her eyes roamed over me, her cheeks were also filled with blood as she said, “I’d like you to stay.”

Her voice was husky and my eyes widened because I could tell by the way she was walking toward me that this time, I wasn’t imagining what wasn’t there. Oh, fuck.

I should’ve left. I still had time to be the good guy. I was standing a few feet from the exit. I could have just turned around, opened the door, and been out of there. But the closer she got to me, the more I couldn’t remember any reasons why I should leave, and Chris was the furthest thing from my mind.

All I could see was her, all I could smell was her sex, and all I could imagine was what she tasted like. My feet were not going anywhere, they were cemented to the carpeted floor, and as she came to stand toe to toe with me, my breath left my body. My vision got blurred and my fingers burned with the need to touch her.

Chapter 10

Tiffany

Mythroatwentdry,and the wind was knocked out of me the moment I opened my bedroom door to see Mario in nothing but underpants, tiptoeing toward the exit. My legs shook, my fingers trembled, and I could hear my trembling breath as I studied him. I’d never paid much attention to the naked male form before, but as I watched the muscles in his back tense and release, toned legs and ass moving toward the door, I felt the words lunge from my mouth to stop him from leaving. Oh, dear, goodness, I needed to touch him. He looked delicious. I couldn’t understand why my mouth wanted to feel him. I just knew that it did. I was overwhelmed with the need to hold him close to me, feel his skin against mine.

He was beautiful, but it was when he turned to look at me that I lost my ability to keep still. It was like he was a magnet pulling me toward him. His flat pink nipples against hardened pecs and solid abs made my body ache. The closer I got and the more of his body hair against strong legs and arms that I was able to see, turned a switch on inside me that left the nub between my legs vibrating.

Yet, standing before him, I almost chickened out. I was afraid of how he would react if I touched him, if I dared to press my palm against his naked chest, with no shirt in the way to stop me from feeling his warmth against my fingertips. I wondered if he’d push me away if I reached up to kiss him. But as I caught his eyes roaming over my body, I was disconnected from my thoughts. I could have only been driven by action as I raised myself up on my toes, my lips shaking; a chill ran across my back and I closed my eyes, leaning into soft, warm, perfect lips.

My breath shook and so did my body as my lips began to tingle from the contact. I felt that tingle all the way to my toes. My whole body was awakened by him. I didn’t want to pull away but I began to panic, wondering what he thought of me, only twenty-one and his best friend’s sister, kissing him. I broke the kiss and the sound of our lips detaching had me aching to press them together once again. My groin ached, and I gasped in shock and delight when his arm came around my waist, rough and hard, grabbing me against his body and crashing his lips down on mine.

I moaned into his kiss as his lips explored my body. I let him take control. There were too many things happening at once, too much to feel. The room began to blur, and I thought I was about to combust as his hands moved under my nightdress where I was bare. He cupped my cheeks, groaning in satisfaction when he discovered my nakedness. I gripped his shoulders as we began to stumble backward, and I was halfway aware of the fact that he was moving me toward something. Soon, I tripped, falling onto a stool as my back found the kitchen counter.

“I heard you,” he growled, and he sounded hungry, desperate, as he breathed against my neck. I trembled as he moved downward, placing soft bites on the top of my breasts before pulling the strap down so that the fullness of them fell into his mouth. Oh, gah . . . yes.

My cheeks warmed from his admission. He’d heard me. He’d heard how much I wanted him. Needed him. Oh my goodness, I needed him so bad, I was panting. As I felt the cool air against my damp nipple and his hand dipping between my legs to find the place I’d only just discovered, I felt a sense of thrill and fear. This felt amazing, fast, and scary because I wasn’t sure what to expect, but I knew I didn’t want it to stop.

“I’ve never . . . done this before,” I breathed as he hit a spot with his finger that caused my eyes to spasm and a moan to escape me that made me blush.

“What?” he asked, moaning and indulging my pleasure until I thought I was about to start crying from how fucking good it felt. His finger slipped inside of me and the world stopped. My eyes flew open and I froze. I felt every bit of his finger inside my body, and it was new and deliciously exciting. I moaned so loud; I heard him swear under his breath as he grabbed my hips and began to pull his underwear down.

“Wait . . . wait, wait,” I said, putting my hand out to rest it against his warm, sturdy chest that I still could not believe I was lucky enough to touch. I’d never seen such beauty in my whole entire life. He was magnificent.

He paused, resting his forehead against mine, breathing heavy.

“Can we go slow?” I said, reaching up to caress his face, running my palm against the roughness of his beard, reveling in every second of it until he jumped out of my hand as if I’d just slapped him.

I looked up at him in shock. “No, no, no, don’t stop,” I begged, but he ran his hand through his hair and turned his back toward me. I wondered what I’d said that was so wrong, and my lips began to tremble again as I wished I’d just never said anything because my nipples were still buzzing from his touch and my vagina needed to devour him.

“You’re a virgin?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said, unsure about why that would be a reason for him to stop.

“Shit.” He pressed the heel of his hands against his eyes, rubbing them. “Fuck, now your brother would really have a reason to kill me,” he whispered to himself.

I jumped up from the seat. “What does my brother have to do with anything?”

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