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

“Yes. Desperately.”

The urgency in her voice called to him, struck all the right chords.

“Come for me first,” he quietly demanded. Then drew her nipple into his mouth with a forceful suction that jolted her.

Her breath caught and her body tensed.

A heartbeat later, she called out, “Sam!” as she shattered, every inch of her quaking. “Oh, fuck,” she said. “Oh, God.”

She held fast to him and her orgasm. Whimpering softly.

Sam waited until she was a little steadier on her feet and her body relaxed a bit. Then he withdrew from her and palmed her ass cheeks. He lifted her up and her legs instantly wrapped around his hips. He carried her through the kitchen to the couch he’d slept on the night before, the sheet still draped over the distressed-leather cushions, a fur blanket tossed over the back of the sofa. There was a mound of pillows in the corner, and he settled Scarlet there.

He hastily whipped off her hiking boots, which looked to be brand-new, followed by her socks and jeans. He paused, simply taking in the arousing sight of her in skimpy white lace.

A strangled sound lodged in his throat. “Damn, you’re gorgeous.”

Her gaze followed his, along her body. Her lingerie was slightly disheveled. “I’m a mess.”

“One hell of a sexy mess,” he said, lust tinging his tone.

“So why are you still standing there?” She crooked a finger at him. “We should be naked by now.”

“I’m all for naked.” He toed off his boots, then ripped open the fly of his Levi’s and shoved the denim down his thighs.

A sharp, “Oh,” fell from Scarlet’s parted lips. Her emerald eyes feasted on the bulge in his shorts.

Sam rid himself of the rest of his clothing, then had her out of her bra and panties two seconds later.

As he joined her, he asked, “Did Michael use a condom?”

“No. And, yes, that part was reckless. But I did believe him when he told me gets tested.”

“He does. So do I. Though I was very careful during my short-lived promiscuity.”

“I’m not holding that against you, Sam.” She swept hair from his forehead. “Everyone copes differently.”

“I don’t mean to press my luck here, but—”

“I want you to come inside me.” She stared into his eyes. “I want to feel you—all of you.”

His lips skimmed over hers, so warm and soft, like the rest of her. He loved having her beneath him, their bodies melded together, his cock gliding over her slick folds with each deep breath they took.

“You make me so damn hard,” he said. “I didn’t think I could get this hot for someone.”

“I like that you took your time reaching this place in your mind. I understand, you know?” She kissed him.

Sam could easily lose himself in this woman. And he wasn’t even inside her yet. Was merely savoring every single second of flesh on flesh. Her wicked tongue twisting with his. Her hands skating down his back and to his ass. She gripped his cheeks and squeezed.

A silent plea.

One he answered by shifting his pelvis ever so slightly until his tip nudged her opening. Her nails dug into his butt. His pulse spiked. His cock thrust into her.

She broke their kiss and cried out.

Sam’s hips rocked with hers as he pumped slowly.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he said against her lips. “So wet.”