Sean: A Stepbrother Romance (Coded for Love 3)

“You know it’s going to happen as much as I do. It was there in your eyes the moment I saw you.”

There was a little devil running loose in her mind, throwing out wild suggestions, trying to make her succumb. Would it hurt to have sex, it suggested. Just one more time? Maybe it would be a mistake, but she’d already made enough of those because of this man. Regret was helping her resolution, and she held tight to it. “No. Stay the night but—”

The floor went from under her.

Sean had lifted her and draped her over his shoulder. Winded and stunned, she beat her fists against his back.

He had one hand around the back of her knees locking in her position. The other hand he planted firmly on her bottom, much to her outrage. Ignoring her protests, he carried her through the open doorway and threw her down onto the narrow single bed that’d been made ready for him. Before she had a chance to gather herself, he’d shut the door behind them and turned the key in the lock.

Struggling up onto her elbows she glared at him.

His hand went to his belt, and as he undid it she shook her head. Images flashed through her mind, images of him over her—images she’d lingered on alone in her bed at night, wishing things had turned out differently.

Anger and need clashed inside her, making her hot and irrational. Furious, she rose to her feet. She’d been about to give in to him, but his knowing expression and his self-confidence annoyed her immensely. “Thinking with your cock as usual?”

“I’ve thought about this a whole lot, and not just with my cock.” His eyebrows lifted.

The very thought of him jacking-off made her crazy. It was something they used to tell each other about, back when they were lovers. Lust-sodden teenagers, she thought silently, feeling exactly the same now as she did then. Maybe he was right. Nothing had changed. Didn’t make it right. But he was getting harder to argue with. Could she stick to the promise she’d made herself not to fall into his arms again?

If he was taking it for granted, assuming he could have her and walk away, wouldn’t she be giving in to him? She certainly didn’t want to do that. It wasn’t all about his ego, ex-jailbird or not. Her emotions tangled. Trying to think it through and reason with herself wasn’t helping at all.

His jeans hung low on his hips. She could see the waistband of his jockeys and the huge bulge inside them. Her will to resist him was fast failing.

“If we don’t do this now,” he said, reaching for his fly, “we’ll only be putting it off until later.”

“Women have needs too, big deal. That’s no reason to make a mistake!”

“It wouldn’t be a mistake, and you got to admit…it might calm you the fuck down!” He laughed softly, and the challenge in his eyes shone so brightly it locked into her very core.

There was no denying it. She wanted him.

“Fuck me then,” she blurted.

He didn’t even blink. “Glad to.”

It flashed between them, a static charge that electrified her. She laughed, dizzy with anticipation. An odd sense of victory stole over her too, heightening her emotions. “I hate you.”

He strode closer, closing the space in a heartbeat. “No, you don’t.”

Her blood rushed in her ears. “You haven’t a clue! I don’t even believe you want to talk. Not now, not after so long. It’s just a line you’re throwing me. You just want convenient shag on your first night out, another bad-boy tick in the box, another notch on your machismo belt.”

“Believe me, I do want to talk.” His eyebrows lowered, shading his eyes. “But I want you naked first.”

“Yeah, right. You want me naked…to talk.” She laughed in his face. “Be honest.” She pulled off her top and dropped it on the floor. “We’re going to have hot sex, and then you’ll be gone. Pfft.” She fluttered her fingers in the air.

“Nope. We’re going to have hot sex, then we’re going to talk. Then we’re going to do it all again, and again…for the rest of our lives.”

Manic laughter escaped her. How gullible did he think she was?

He nodded at her bra, each nonchalant gesture a silent command—and an extra kick of highly-fuelled adrenaline soaring through her blood. Cursing under her breath, she unclipped the black lacy bra and cast it aside.

There was no hiding how turned on she was now. Her nipples were peaked, hard as diamonds. He devoured her with his eyes, taking his time. Christ, she could see he was rock hard and ready and yet he was taking his time, firmly in control, while she physically trembled with need. Bastard.

He sighed under his breath. “All of it, off.”

Kicking off her shoes, she shoved down her jeans. She felt the weight of his command in his gaze and rolled her panties down her thighs, abandoning them.

Sean nodded. “I couldn’t stop thinking about this moment.”