“Yes, you fucking do!” he yelled in return. “If I hadn’t have stepped in when I did at the bar, you would be singing a different fucking tune this morning, little girl.”
“I am not a little girl!” I screamed. “If you don’t want me, just admit it instead of acting like some fucking saint for protecting me.”
I poked his chest with my finger to sink my point in deep, and his eyes fell to the connection. I was seeing red. Dripping with an anger I couldn't abate. I was shaking. Seething on my brother’s front porch as Grant’s eyes slowly crawled back up to mine. There was a darkness in them that caused me to falter and chipped away at the strength in my bones. I felt my resolve melting with each passing second as his eyes continued to take me in and he stepped out onto the porch.
His muscles glistened in the sunlight, and my eyes fell to his chest and the tattoos that covered the bulging muscles. Damn it, why did he have to look so good? I felt my anger being slowly replaced by desire. A slow flame licked in my belly, and my nerves were on high alert.
I felt his hand grasp my chin, and he jerked my gaze up to his. I gasped as our eyes connected and I saw an animalistic fire behind them. My insides sparked at his touch and my pussy flooded with warmth.
“Is that what you think?” Grant asked.
“What?”
“You think I don’t want you? Because I didn’t have my way with you while you were drunk?”
I couldn't back down.
Not now.
“Yes,” I said. “That’s exactly what I think.”
His fingers tightened around my chin, and he took a step back. His other hand reached out for my arm, pulling my body into the house. He spun me around, and I tripped over myself as the front door slammed closed. His arm slipped around my waist, and he pulled my lips to his, crashing us together as my hands clung to him, wrapped around his back and dug into his rippling muscles as his tongue shoved its way in.
Oh, no.
Oh, no.
Oh, yes.
CHAPTER 16
GRANT
I slammed the front door closed behind her as my tongue explored her mouth, raking along the roof as she pressed her glorious curves into my body. My hands fell to her ass, and I squeezed tightly, feeling how she ground into my hips. I lifted her off her feet, grinning when I felt her legs encompass me.
Perfect.
Fucking perfect.
I pressed her against the door and reached for the lock. Her lips were swelling against mine as the click of the deadbolt eased my mind. The last thing we needed was her damn brother barging in on us at the last minute.
Because I wanted to cherish her body the way I knew she wanted and deserved.
I held her close me as my lips traveled down her neck. I nipped at her skin as she raked her hands through my hair, and ran my teeth across her pulse point. I felt her rolling into me as my cock throbbed against my shorts. I pull
ed her from the front door and walked her upstairs, barreling us into the bedroom I was sleeping in. I threw her down on the bed and allowed my gaze to travel her body, watching the way she moved.
The way her hair fluttered.
The way her tits bounced.
I slipped out of my clothes as her eyes traveled to my cock. I could feel it dripping as it longed to be buried in her heat. Her cheeks flushed as I threw myself at her, tearing at her clothes until she was naked beneath me. Fabric tore and buttons flew across the room. I pulled her bra clear over her head before ripping her panties right from her body. I wasn’t going to stop until my hands were on her skin. Until I could feel her warmth against my body and revel in how tight and warm she would feel wrapped around me.
I kissed down her chest, my hands cupping her breasts. Her fingers were tangled in my hair as I fell between her legs. Her pussy was wetting my skin as I left a trail of wetness in my wake. I could feel her engorged nipples throbbing against my touch as she sighed.
That beautiful little sound that told me everything she wanted.
My eyes whipped up to hers, and I found her looking down at me, watching my every move as her skin reddened with my touch. I hovered my lips over her beautiful bosom and grinned, watching the way her brow furrowed with desire. With frustration. With confusion as to why I wasn’t going any further.