Page 36 of Forbidden Fruit
My lips part, trembling. “Twenty,” I whisper, breath shaky, thighs clenching as the words fall from my lips like a confession.
He growls low, a sound that vibrates between us. “Good girl.”
Then his mouth crashes against mine.
The kiss claims rather than asks. It pulls a whimper from deep in my throat, his lips working over mine with a hunger that borders on desperation. I’d begged, prayed, that if this ever happened, it would be a letdown. But no, it’s everything.
His hand fists my hair with a suddenness that makes me moan. The other grips my waist, dragging me into the thick press of his cock, hard and unrelenting against my belly. My breath catches, and my knees threaten to give, but he holds me up like he already owns me.
I open for him when he licks at my bottom lip, and his tongue invades with ruthless precision. It’s like he’s tasting something he’s craved for far too long.
The moment our tongues slide together, he groans, a deep, primal sound that punches straight to my core. My panties are soaked. I can feel it, sticky against my thighs.
My body is on fire. My mind blank.
All I want is more.
More.
More.
More.
More of his mouth, more of his hands, more of the brutal friction between our bodies.
I’m melting into him, into a place I know I’m not supposed to be.
And then, I see her face. My sister.
My entire body stiffens.
No.
No, no, no.
It hits like ice water down my spine.
I break the kiss, stumbling back. “Oh my God,” I gasp, voice cracking. “Oh my God. What did I just do?”
I try to move, to put distance between us, but he holds me still.
“Let me go,” I cry, the guilt flooding in so fast I can’t catch my breath. “No, no, no, Calvin, we have to stop.”
“Blair,” he says firmly, gripping my arms. “Breathe. Look at me.”
“I can’t,” I choke out. “I can’t. This is wrong. You’re my sister’s fiancé. You’re supposed to marry her, not…” I stop, the words stuck in my throat, shame burning hot.
He reaches for me again, and I slap a hand against his chest, pushing. “Please. Let me go.”
“I will. Just calm down.”
“Calm down?” I shout, pacing in tight circles like I’m being hunted by my own conscience. “You’re marrying her in three months, and I just let you fuck me with your mouth. What is wrong with me?”
I shove him again. This time, he lets me.
But he doesn’t move far.
“What are we doing?” I whisper, clutching my chest likeI’m holding my heart in place. “We need to leave. Now. Please.”
