Falling for My Dirty Uncle

“You’ll see. I have plans for that dirty mouth of yours.”

He turns back to me, and his lips curl into a devious smirk.

My clit throbs at the sight, and it takes everything in me not to jump him before we make it to our final destination. Wherever that may be.

“You have plans? Care to elaborate?” I ask, feeling extra feisty.

He’s self-assured and cavalier assumption that I’ll want to join him in his plans irks me. I mean, I’m going to, but that’s beside the point. I don’t want him to think that I’m easy.

But the way he goes about it is fucking hot.

His presence alone is fucking hot. He commands attention when he walks in a room, like he’s controlling everyone and everything around him. It’s magnetic, and my body is immediately drawn to him.

Before he answers me, he opens the door to an empty bedroom and pushes me against it, effectively closing it behind me.

With his hands on either side of my face, he leans in and hovers over my mouth, refraining from kissing me.

It’s aggravating as hell, and it makes the tension between us excruciating.

I find myself holding my breath, waiting for him to say something or touch me—anything, really. But he doesn’t.

My lips reach up towards him, and my back arches, pushing my ass against the door and lifting my breasts. I need him to touch me. But he doesn’t. He continues to stare at me, not doing anything.

I’ve never been this turned on before, and it’s almost uncomfortable.

“How badly do you want this?” he whispers in a low, sensual voice that sends shivers down my spine and ignites my body.

I lift my brow and glare at him, trying to cover my bodily reaction so that I can gain a grounding and hold onto this moment. His lips lightly trace over my jaw, his breath warming me as he nibbles on my ear.

I gasp when he bites hard on my earlobe, and he suddenly covers my mouth with his.

It’s a rough and hungry kiss that falls into a frenzied pace. We both lose our breath.

I grab onto his jacket and push it off his broad shoulders, and I start to unbutton his shirt. As I do, I push him back, directing him towards a bench at the end of the bed.

“I have better plans for us,” I say.

I smile at him, and his eyes shoot up in surprise.

“Do you now?”

“I promise you’ll be pleased.”

The back of his knees hit the bench. They buckle, and he lands on the cushion.

I finish undoing his buttons and expose his hard chest to my touch. I run my hands over it, feeling his smooth skin and the heat emanating from him. I travel over each crevice that the hardness of his muscles makes, humming to myself.

Greek gods couldn’t have made a better sculpture if they tried. But now, I’m able to reap all the benefits and revel in its glory.

I bite my lip as I explore, and he leans back, watching me in amusement.

“Like what you see?” he says with a playful chuckle.

“It’ll do.” I wink at him and move my hands down to his belt buckle. “But I want to see if everything is to my liking.”

I continue to unbutton his pants, and he spreads his legs out, giving me room to kneel.

“I have yet to hear any complaints.”