Page 22 of He Loves Me Not

I need the world to know this girl is mine. I don't give a fuck what they think. Yeah, I'm her stepbrother. And I spent last night nine deep, trying to fuck my kid into her. Sue me.

"You're a dangerous woman," I mutter against her lips. "Now, behave so I can feed you something more than cock and orgasms."

"Do I get those after?"

"If you behave," I say, grinning.

She pretends to think about it and then sighs dramatically. "Fine. I guess I'll behave."

I kiss her again, not letting up until we're both breathless.

"Hey, Dawson?" she says when I'm halfway back to the stove. "I love you."

I freeze…just fucking freeze. I'm not even sure my heart is beating.

"I told my mom about us today."

I'm still frozen, blood roaring in my ears. Did she just say—? She did, didn't she?

Jesus.Fuck me.

She's in love with me.

I spin around to face her.

She's sitting up, her eyes locked on me, nervousness painted all over her. "I don't want to hide, not if it means this is all we ever have." She glances down at the island, fidgeting like she always does when she's nervous. "I want…dreams," she whispers. "I want everything."

"Fuck." I don't think. I don't breathe. I just move, crossing the kitchen in a single stride. My mouth crashes down on hers like I can pour everything I feel right now into her through sheer force.

"You want everything, baby?" I ask, my voice shaking.

She nods, her throat working as she swallows. "Yes."

"You're sure?"

She doesn't hesitate. "I'm not afraid of what anyone has to say, Dawson. Not anymore."

I swallow, trying to keep my hands from shaking as I cup her jaw, brushing her hair back from her face. "You have no idea what you do to me, Ava."

She grins, her hands fisting in my shirt. "You have no idea what you do to me, either. I love you."

I can't hold back, not when she's giving me the entire world.

I crowd her, grinding my cock between her legs, my lips everywhere at once.

I can't get close enough.

Her hands slide beneath my shirt, her nails scraping down my back.

I hiss, rocking my hips into her, and she gasps, biting down on my lip. "Dawson," she whimpers, "please."

"I've got you," I promise, already yanking my shirt off over my head.

She claws at my belt, trembling as she works it free enough to shove my jeans down.

I line up at her entrance, angling her hips so I can fit inside her. She's so fucking hot and wet, already mewling and begging for my cock.

"Look at me," I growl, grabbing her chin so she can't look away. "I want to see how fucking beautiful you are when you take me."