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‘They sure are.’ She slides her arms around my neck, her fingers soft at the nape, her lips brushing mine in a kiss that’s no more than a glance. ‘My grandma used to say that trouble comes in threes. I’m sure if she’d ever seen the Phillips boys, she would’ve revised her theory. So much hotness under one roof.’
‘I hope this isn’t where you tell me you’re having impure thoughts about my brothers.’ My fingers tighten on her arse, pulling her hips into me.
‘Why? Feeling a little territorial, are we?’ Her eyes glitter with humour for a moment, falling to my lips before softening at what she sees there. It’s a glance that quietens my mind. The tenderness, the understanding. It’s like she sees right through me, to who I am. But that can’t be right, or she’d be running from me, not tightening her arms.
‘Don’t get too excited, love,’ I reply, sticking to the script. ‘To you, my brothers are essentially Ken dolls. They possess no discernible genitals at all.’
‘How doyouknow what a Ken doll is?’
‘Maybe I used to fancy Barbie.’
‘No,’ she says softly. ‘Barbie’s not your type. I am.’
‘Lis.’ Her name is a plea as I bend my head to kiss her, and as she melts into our embrace, the relief I feel is great.
‘Do you want to try something?’ she asks, stepping away. Her fingers trail my shoulder, my arm, then entwine with mine as she leads me to the bed. And my heart climbs into my throat as lifts off her glasses, placing them on the nightstand. She turns to me, pulling her T-shirt over her head. Then she just stands there, waiting for me to answer.
‘With you? Anything.’
Chapter 27
RAFFERTY
Do you want to try something?
The words echo in my head as I take a step closer, running the pad of my thumb across her collarbone and down across her scar. Yes, I want to try. I want to try all the things. The hard and the soft, the passionate and the desperate. I even want the things I’m not destined to taste with Lissa.Like forever.
Her breathing becomes a little faster, my thumb moving with the rise and fall of her chest as she leans into my touch, and as I skim the peak of her nipple, I feel it tighten under the fine fabric of her bra. Her next breath is a little shakier.
‘What did you have in mind?’ God, I really want to know.
‘The things I said in the car. Do you remember?’
Like I could ever forget. The words are probably tattooed on the inside of my brain.
I want to suck your dick like I need it to breathe.
I want you to own me
‘Of course.’ My answer is a whisper mixed with soft, incredulous laughter like I can’t quite believe my luck. Serious now, I step closer, forcing her to tilt her chin to keep eye contact. ‘Are you going to get on your knees for me?’
She nods, her warm hands sliding under my T-shirt, making my abs tense and flex.
‘I think about you all of the time,’ she whispers, her thumbs breaching the waistband of my shorts. ‘The things I want to do to you. The things I want you to do to me.’
‘I can sympathise,’ I answer and keep it at that. She’s talking about sex, and I’m good with sex, but I realise that my desires lie beyond what she’s offering. In another lifetime, in another space, we might be forever. But right now, I’m not even her rebound.
Her eyes fall to my belt, and the moment she reaches for it, I bend forward and press a sucking kiss to her neck. Sliding my hands into her hair, I pull her head back, exposing her neck to my torment. Sucking, biting kisses, I relish in her harsh little breathes as she continues her fight to loosen the buckle.
‘You’re not going to make this easy for me, are you?’
‘Would you want me to?’ I answer, flicking her bra open at her back, working my way down her chest. She cries out as I suck at her taut nipple, my fingers tugging on the other.
‘Take them off,’ she murmurs. My belt is loose and the button open, her hands running through the soft trail of hair. ‘I need you.’
We step apart, and I make quick work of my T-shirt, my shorts, and the rest of my clothing, as she shucks out of her own clothes, too. As she hooks her thumbs into the sides of her underwear, I press her back against the bed. Today’s undies are pink, and still cotton. Probably from the same pack. The same little bow at the centre of her waist, tempting me to bite.
‘You’re so beautiful,’ I tell her, my eyes roaming from her underwear to her breasts.Her face.The mattress dips under the weight of my knee, and then I’m over her, her heart beating against my skin. ‘I feel so fuckin’ wild right now,’ I tell her, brushing the hair from her face. ‘Like I can’t trust myself.’
