Page 134 of Dark, Forbidden, & Taboo

My body trembled a little at the feeling of his warm breath on the side of my neck, but I did my best to hold it together.

“It’d be nicer if I could get dressed.”

“Stop being such a priss and close your eyes.”

I sighed as I reached down and tried to pry his hand away, but he didn’t budge. Not even a little inch. There was something else that was bothering me a little about this entire thing; I could feel his hard dick pressed against me and I wasn’t sure how to tell him to back away.

“Can you imagine how pissed off Charles and Greta would be?” he asked. It’s almost like he read my mind, like he knew I was struggling with the feeling that was going through me all because of my silence. Rogan always knew my thoughts though; and even though we never were best friends, sometimes a rival knows you better than anyone else.

“Rogan?”

“Yeah?”

“When was the last time?”

Silence.

A thoughtful sigh, then the feeling of his hand running up and down my belly through the fabric of my tank top.

“The last time? Don’t know, Hunter. I can’t remember if I’m being honest.”

I bit my lip nervously.

Part of the reason we always hated each other so damn much was because we were equally fighting our feelings. In a weird, fucked up way, my brother was more than just blood. He was everything I never knew I wanted until the first time he kissed me. It was right before he got arrested and I think the feeling of confusion is what set him out to commit the damn crime that took him away from me for so long.

“When wasyourlast time?” he asks, moving his fingertips beneath my shirt.

“Never,” I say in a hushed voice.

And it’s the truth. No one ever made me feel the way Rogan did. It was like Heaven and Hell collided each time we were alone together. We didn’t always spend that time kissing, and when we were fighting, he made me feel like the prettiest girl in the world.

“Do you want to?”

The way he brushed his lips against my bare neck, the way his breath continued to pulse against my skin … how could I tell him no?

Chapter

Six

Rogan moved fast.

He rolled me onto my back, hovered above me for a moment, then lowered himself gently onto my body. He looked so damn serious that I wasn’t sure he wanted to do this because it was what he was feeling instead of what he feltIneeded.

He traced a finger down my neck, then over the fabric of my tank top before he reached down to pull it off. I felt moreexposed than he already had me feeling, but I could feel the warmth starting to radiate down below.

I wanted him.

Ineededhim.

And he was mine for the taking.

“I’ll go slow,” he promised before gently kissing me on my lips. I reached for him instinctively, running my hands back through his hair, letting my fingers get tangled in the mess before I finally returned his kiss. I didn’t want to seem too eager; hell, I shouldn’t have been doing this at all, but my body and my heart knew it was right.

When we finally pulled away from each other, his eyes looked different. Almost like he wanted to devour me whole, but I believed him when he said he would be easy on me because Rogan never lied to me before.

“Sit up.”

He used my hands to pull me toward him, then I watched curiously as he leaned back on the palms of his hands. I raised an eyebrow when he didn’t do anything else, but when the grin I had remembered from so many years ago spread across his handsome face, I knew what to do.

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