Seducing the Innocent (Forbidden Confessions 1)

I panic a little. The times I’ve masturbated, I’ve had trouble getting more than one of my own fingers up there. How will he shove all of this inside me? Will it burn and sting as he batters his way deep?

I know my first time will hurt. That worries me, but if I can persuade him to say yes, Oliver will make it good. He cares about me, and I’m willing to do anything to make him stay.

Pressing my mouth to his and slipping my tongue inside, I unbuckle his belt and reach for his zipper.

He grabs my wrists. “Kayla.”

“Please. You want me. I want you. We’re adults. Shane is gone. Why shouldn’t we have each other? And maybe you can stay. We could make it work, even be like…a new family.”

Oliver

Nothing Kayla said could tempt me more.

Shane’s little sister is idealistic; I know that. But when it comes to her, so am I. She can’t possibly know that my fantasies about her aren’t purely sexual—though there are plenty of hot, sweaty, forbidden notions about her running through my head and contributing to my spank bank. But the notion of creating a family with Kayla sends my desire ratcheting to another level.

My parents divorced when I was a teenager. Shitty situation. They were both assholes, wanting me to take sides. They argued over me, then tried to buy my loyalty. When that didn’t work, they each tried to poison me against the other. As soon as I could, I moved to a flat with some friends. But that wasn’t far enough to escape them.

So when I finally scraped enough money together, I bought a plane ticket and headed across the pond. I’d known Shane from an online gaming forum for years. He welcomed me with open arms and became the brother I never had. Though things are better with my parents now, I still consider Shane my real family because he was there for me when it counted. I miss the crazy bastard every day.

Kayla…is different. No matter how much I willed it, she never felt like a sister to me. The moment I set eyes on her, I wanted her. Because I was so much older and more experienced, Shane didn’t approve. Yes, he’s gone, but I still feel as if I owe him my allegiance.

How the hell can I make Kayla understand that and back away without hurting her feelings? Because if I kiss her again—big mistake—or put my hands on her once more—an even bigger mistake—I may not be able to stop what happens next.

“Oliver…” she murmurs, looking so soft and appealing, even under the bright bathroom lights. “Please.”

“Your brother—”

“Would want us both to be happy. You know that’s true.”

I can’t deny that, just like I can’t deny that Kayla isn’t underage and in high school anymore.

Damn her doe eyes. The way she’s looking at me like she’s aching and only I can cure her gets to me. I want to give in; I know I shouldn’t. She’s right in front of me, so close I can smell her musky-vanilla scent that often ruins my concentration and plagues my sleep.

“I need you.”

Bloody hell. She’s begging and basically naked. I want to be stronger…but a man has his limits.

Kayla just trampled all over mine.

I shut off my brain and close my eyes, then let out a damning curse before I lunge into her personal space. I grind my mouth over hers, tongue plunging in ravenous strokes. She softens and moans. And I drown in her taste.

I can’t resist her hard nipples, either. They’re mere inches from my fingers, inviting me.

When I pinch the hard peaks again, she sucks in a sharp breath. Her kiss turns frenzied, and she moans with these little sounds that make me itch to strip off her clothes.

It’s ten times worse when she reaches for my zip again and works her fingers into my pants and breaches my briefs.

Just before she grabs my cock, I find the will to break our kiss and grab her shoulders, holding her at arm’s length. I can’t seem to catch my fucking breath.

“Stop there, Kayla. Before this goes too far. Before we do something you’ll regret.”

She blinks at me. The need and love in her eyes are unmistakable. “I would never regret you, Oliver. Ever.”

I swallow. “You would. You don’t understand how badly I ache for you. I’ve been fighting this, taking cold showers every morning, and jacking off every night. I feel wretched for wanting you so badly in every way. But I’m being brutally honest.”

“Don’t feel guilty. I’ve wanted you, too. You’ve been here for me for years, supported and cared for me. Let me give some of that love back to you.”

I shake my head. “I’m no good for you. Experience life before someone like me ties you down.”