The Billionaires: The Stepbrothers (Lover's Triangle 3)

He carefully removed it. Then she used both hands to roam his chest and stomach. His back. Setting inch of him ablaze. Until he couldn’t stand the torment another second and his mouth pressed to hers for but a brief moment before their lips parted and their tongues tangled.

He kissed her deeply, passionately. Red-hot desire flashed through him. An erotic awakening only she could spark. Her fingers threaded through his hair as she succumbed to him, let him pull her in, kiss her more fervently. His hand slipped under her sweater and grazed her rib cage before he cupped her breast and squeezed. A bit roughly, no doubt conveying his need for her.

His other arm encircled her waist, keeping her close to him. Christ, she made him hard. So quickly, so painfully. All he could think of was sliding into her warm, wet depths.

Well, he had something else in mind first.

Breaking the kiss, he shoved the sweater up and over her head, heaping it on top of his discarded shirt. He palmed her breasts and kneaded them through the lacy material of her bra as his lips glided over her throat. A soft moan escaped her, spurring him on. Jesus … making him even harder.

“You feel incredible in my hands,” he murmured against her skin. And felt the shiver run through her.

“I have extremely sensitive nipples.”

Sam groaned. His pulse jumped. He peeled back the lace from one breast, tucking it under the plump mound. The pad of his thumb whisked over the taut center. She pulled in a sharp breath. He pinched and rolled the little bud, tightening it further. Her chest rose and fell heavily. Her fingers in his hair tugged on the strands and her body writhed against his.

Sam cupped her breast again, bent his head, and curled his tongue around her nipple, then fluttered the tip over the pebbled peak.

“Oh, God,” she said on a throaty sigh. “That makes me crazy.”

“I’m going to do more than that,” he assured her. “I’m going to make you come.”

He drew her nipple into his mouth. Sucked hard.

“Sam!” she cried out.

As he tongued the puckered bead, one hand pressed to the small of her back and the other went between her legs, his fingers massaging, teasing her through her jeans.

She clasped his biceps, her nails digging into rigid sinew. He could feel her tremors and he suckled again, inciting a fierce tremor within her that reverberated to his core.

“You’re making me so wet,” she whispered.

That drove him out of his mind.

He deftly unbuttoned her pants and slid the zipper down the track.

“I want you dripping for me,” he said. His hand slipped into her thong panties. He rubbed her clit as his mouth returned to hers.

He kissed her heatedly. Greedily. All the reservations—the demons—that had been tormenting him since he’d met this woman didn’t stand a chance of holding him back now that he’d tasted her lips, caused her body to respond ardently to him, felt the tiny pearl between her legs swell under his touch.

She released her vise grip on him and twined her arms around his neck, clinging to him. Her breasts were pressed to his chest, one still covered in lace that rasped over his skin, taunting him as much as the nipple he’d exposed.

God, she felt like a slice of heaven as she squirmed in his loose embrace, her arms tightening as though she couldn’t get close enough to him.

His hand at the small of her back slipped lower into her jeans, his fingers easing beyond the thin strand of her thong nestled in her cleft. He penetrated her pussy from behind, working two fingers into her slick, narrow canal while he continued a slow, circular motion on her clit.

And damn, she really was dripping for him.

He tore his mouth from hers and lightly bit his way down her neck as she moaned and writhed. Her inner walls contracted around his fingers, released, contracted stronger, insistently.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” he murmured.

“Yes. God, yes.”

He picked up the pace at her apex, stroked her pussy quicker. Her breathing escalated. Her fingers twisted in his hair again.

“Sam,” she said, her wisps of air teasing his temple. “I want you between my legs, crushing me beneath you, with all of these muscles against my body, surrounding me.”

“You want me inside you.”