So Good

I felt myself fall deeper and deeper into the web of arousal. Did he feel that unexplainable pull?

“What’s going on?” I whispered. Whatever it was I didn’t want it to end. I wanted it to go further.

He said nothing, just watched me. And then I watched him lower his head.

Oh, God. Kiss me, Matthew. Take me.

His lips were now a hairbreadth away from mine. The smell of whiskey swirled around me and seemed to make me intoxicated as well. That one beer and shot I’d had at the party had nothing on the smell of the liquor he’d drunk, on how it made me feel.

“God, Ivy … how I feel about you.”

How he felt about me? I couldn’t breathe, felt lightheaded, my desire like a living entity inside of me.

“It consumes me. Confuses me.” He swallowed, his Adams apple working. “I want you for myself. The very thought of another guy talking to you, touching you, shit, even looking at you makes me want to fucking tear him apart.” He closed his eyes for a second, and when he opened them again, I got lost in the dark depths, in my feelings for him. “I love you, Ivy. I love you so fucking much it hurts to think of you not in my life. To think of you as not mine.”

He lifted his hand and cupped my cheek, his palms big and warm, the calluses on his fingers from the hard manual labor he did making me feel feminine, soft.

“I tried to stay away, to keep my distance, but it’s too fucking hard, Ivy. I’m going crazy not having you, not making it known you’re mine.”

I sucked in a breath, wanting to say so much but the words failing me.

He smoothed his thumb along my cheek. “It’s wrong to want you, my brother’s daughter, my niece.”

I swallowed again. “Step-brother. Step-niece.”

He closed his eyes again and shook his head, a muscle under his cheek ticking. “Semantics, Ivy. It’s wrong because I’ve watched you grow up, been your uncle, been your family.” He opened his eyes and a harsh grunt left him. “Yet still I can’t stay away from you.”

“But I don’t see you as my uncle, not now, Matthew. And I know the way you look at me, how you feel for me, you don’t see me as your niece.”

He made a deep noise in the back of his throat. “No, I don’t see you as my niece, not anymore, Ivy. I see you as a woman, as mine.”

“I’m in love with you. I want you, want this.”

One of his hands that had held my upper arm moved seductively down to my hand, over my hip, slid along my belly, and stopped right above my pussy. I held my breath.

He leaned in a little bit closer, our mouths so close now. He cupped my pussy, pushing the material of my linen pajamas into my cleft and causing me to rise on my toes.

“Tell me what you want,” I asked boldly.

“I want you, Ivy. I want you so fucking bad I ache inside.” He took possession of my mouth then, his searing kiss leaving me breathless. His tongue was like silk against mine, and his hand was like fire between my legs.

With his hand between my thighs, pushing the material of my pajama pants up, I couldn’t think straight, let alone stand on my own. I gripped his biceps, holding on, letting the pleasure course through me.

“I’m going to have every part of you until you know you’re mine,” he murmured against my mouth. He leaned back an inch, with his hand still tangled in my hair, and breathed against my mouth. “Damn the consequences, Ivy.” He kissed me again, harder this time, and I melted into him, loved that he held me so tightly, so thoroughly.

“Matthew,” I moaned against his lips.

“I’ve tried to fight how I feel for you, tried to stay away.” He pulled back an inch and shook his head. “It’s no use. I love you too fucking much to stay away.”

“I love you too,” I whispered.

He rested his forehead against mine. “How often have you thought about us together, baby?”

God, could I even be honest with him? “So many times,” I whispered and leaned up to kiss him, to stroke my tongue along his lips. I felt Matthew’s body harden against mine, felt the stiff outline of his dick press against my belly. I was wet, drenched.

I was ready for him.

“Ivy,” he groaned, grabbing a chunk of my hair and pulling my head back gently. For a moment all he did was stare down at my face, this look of pure adoration filling his expression. And then Matthew lowered his mouth and started kissing and sucking at my throat, ran his tongue up the length of my neck, and then stopped at the pulse point right below my ear.