Her own eyes spring open, then she glances at her chest. When she laughs, I feel a slight relief.
“That’s my port-o-cath,” she says. Taking my hand in hers, she presses my fingertips against it. “It’s how I get my Salvistis infusion.”
“Oh,” I say in fascination as I touch it gently. “Does it hurt?”
“Not really.”
“So they just stick a needle right in there?”
“Pretty much.”
“Wow.”
I run my finger over it again, then dip my head to brush my lips over it. The skin is just as soft there as everywhere else, but with a little bit of hardness. It’s like Regan herself—soft and strong.
But enough of that. I draw my lips down farther, moving past the port in her chest that receives her lifesaving medication. Regan squirms and writhes, murmuring my name like a prayer.
I keep my eyes open, watching carefully, not wanting to miss an inch of her skin. The swell of her breasts, the lace edge of her bra. Things I’ve seen a million times before but never like this.
Never like Regan.
Front catch easily unclasps, and I nudge the edges of her bra aside with my nose. When her fingers tighten in my hair, I drag my tongue up the inside of her breast, across the top, and flick her nipple.
“Dax,” Regan cries, and I suck on her gently.
She bucks under me, so fucking responsive, and my entire body vibrates with the need to be in her.
But come on, Dax. She’s Lance’s goddamn little sister.
Baby sister.
Sister to you.
This is fucked up and gross and not meant to be in a million years.
I lift my head slightly, her nipple popping free of my mouth, and I let my conscience break through the passion. Blinking my eyes several times, I still hesitate. While I understand clearly what I was just trying to tell myself, this does not feel gross or wrong in the slightest.
But I should stop. I know I should.
Regan’s fingers slide through my hair, come to the top of my head, and then give me a push. A significant push with one lonely word uttered along with it. “Lower.”
“Christ,” I mutter, my dick now so hard I’m afraid it’s going to rip through my zipper. The thought of me going lower, dragging my mouth over her stomach, my tongue through her sex…
I rear upward, a surge of lust locking me into an unbreakable mission to make Regan come. Scuttling backward, I start deftly undoing the button and zipper of her jeans. I vaguely notice Regan coming to her elbows to watch me jerk the clothing from the lower part of her body. Thank fuck she doesn’t have shoes on because it will be a hell of a lot easier to get her naked.
It’s a mistake to actually glance up at Regan. Her breasts are jutted forward, the cups of her bra having spilled completely open. Her shirt still hooked on her shoulders, cheeks flushed, and eyes sparkling as she watches me intently. I have her panties and jeans an inch or so below her hips, the promised land just about to be revealed to me. The expression on her face is almost daring.
Do it, do it, do it, her eyes seem to tell me.
I fucking do it. Sliding everything off her long legs, baring it all to my hungry eyes, I step from the bed to the floor. I take Regan’s ankles, turn her slightly, and spread her legs wide before I take a good, long look at the beauty in between.
I glance to her face, which is now nothing but wide eyes and teeth nibbling into her lower lip in anticipation. Dropping to my knees, I slide my hands beneath her ass and pull her right into my mouth.
Regan yells my name as my tongue drives right into her, her hips bucking up. I move an arm to cover her belly, pressing her into the mattress, and get to work on eating her pussy like I’ve never eaten a meal in my life.
I feel her fingers in my hair, clutching and gripping. Her hips rotate, trying to get more from me, so I growl, “Hold still.”
Of course, she doesn’t listen, so I maneuver my arms to pin her in place. I use my tongue against her clit, licking and grating against it quickly to drive her up as fast as possible. I want her to come now, and I want it to tear her apart.
“Dax,” Regan screams as her hips lift all the way off the bed, her legs slamming into the side of my head, ringing my bell good. I slip a finger inside of her, feeling the sucking, pulsing tremors of her orgasm, which causes my lips to curl into a wicked smile.
Lifting my head, I gaze up her body. She’s not staring at me but rather the ceiling. She’s huffing, her nipples budded tight, and God… I need to fuck her.