Stepbrother Weekend (Filthy Dirty Desires)

My mouth is watering as I rip it off and read it.

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Wanna have a sleepover?

- T

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I do. I really, really do.

My eyes dart to his closed door as my pulse races.

“Don’t even think about it,” I whisper to myself, but as I’m saying it, I’m heading toward the door.

I raise my hand to knock, but then hesitate.

Just tell him that this afternoon was a mistake. That it will never happen again. That no matter what we think we feel, we have to keep our relationship platonic. For the sake of our parents if anything else.

I take a deep breath, steel my resolve, and then knock three times.

I’m okay. I can do this. I can be strong.

Nothing is ever going to happen again.

The door opens and Tanner is standing there in nothing but his boxer briefs. That sexy smile is on his face as he leans against the door, watching me with those devastating brown eyes.

He assaults all of my senses at once—the ravishing sight of tight muscles wherever I look, the seductive musky scent of his body, the delicious memory of his taste on my lips, the erotic sound of his hungry moan as he slowly looks me up and down, and the recollection of his body pressing against mine—the incredible feel of it, the intense need to be skin on skin with him again.

It all shakes my resolve.

It shatters my self-discipline.

It crushes any thought of staying away from this irresistible man.

“You wanna have a sleepover?” he asks in that deep husky voice that’s already getting me going.

I bite my bottom lip as I look him over, admiring every tantalizing inch.

“Yeah,” I hear myself say. “I do.”

Maybe he makes the first move, maybe it’s me, but we lunge on each other and slam into the door as our lips connect, rough and wild and so fucking good…

He hits the door then I hit the wall. We stumble into the dark room, pulling off clothes and gasping between deep desperate kisses. My hands are all over him. He feels as good as he looks. He tastes even better.

When we tumble on the bed, my shirt is off, he’s rock-hard.

I rip myself away from him and smooth my hair back. I take a deep breath as I look him over. He’s laying on the bed in front of me, abs clenched as he props himself up onto his elbows.

“What’s wrong?”

“I just want to…” Fuck, the breaths can’t come in fast enough. “I just want to slow down a second.”

He closes his eyes for a second, looking pained, but then opens them with a nod of his head. “We can go as slow as you’d like. I’m not here to rush you, Eleanor. I want you for the long haul. I can wait forever for you.”

“No,” I quickly say. “I didn’t mean that. I want you too, Tanner. Tonight. But I want this to go slower. I want to enjoy it. I don’t want to rush through it.”

That tense still face turns into a wicked grin as he hears that he’s getting laid tonight.

He leans in to kiss me, but I pull back.

“You’d really wait forever for me?”

“Are you kidding?” he says, looking incredulous. “Of course. You’re the one for me, Peaches. You’re the only one that I want. The only one I’ve ever wanted.”

I’ve heard enough. I’ve seen enough. I want him. Now.

I lean in and kiss his mouth softly. We stay like this for a long moment, just our lips and tongues touching, slowly smacking away in a delicious core-clenching kiss.

Keeping our hands at bay for long is an impossible task, and before long, we’re exploring each other’s bodies once again. I run my hands down his hard arms, loving the curve and slope of his big muscles. He runs his palms up my thighs and over my hips.

“Hold on,” I say with a hand on his chest.

He watches me curiously as I step off the bed and grab the waistband of my yoga pants. I shimmy my hips to give him a little show as I pull the pants down to my ankles. Of course, it gets snagged on my brace, but before I can awkwardly bend over to undo it, Tanner darts down and guides it over the brace for me.

“Thanks,” I whisper as he sits on the edge of the bed, watching me. I’m only in my bra and underwear now. He’s in his boxers. Still way too many clothes for my liking.

I drop to my knees in front of him and lick my lips as I grab the waistband of his grey boxer briefs. He’s so hard. So wide.

The long thick outline of his erection is right under my face and my mouth waters when I see the wet spot at the tip getting bigger.