Stealing Her (Covet 1)

No boxers.

“Do you always go commando?” I asked once he pulled back for air.

He just shook his head. “Do you really want to talk about my lack of boxers right now?”

I smiled against his mouth, earning me a smile in return as he deepened the next kiss, angling his head to the side while he positioned himself over me, I could feel his heat, his length even though he wasn’t even inside me yet.

My body strained for it, begged for it. I was shaking, and I had no idea why this moment in time felt like everything to me. The most important thing I needed to do.

“Izzy.” His neck strained as we touched foreheads. “Tell me to stop, because we can’t come back from this, we can’t.”

“I know.” I kissed his mouth and softly repeated, “I know.”

“I wanted you the moment I saw you,” he admitted.

“Oh, Bridge.” Tears filled my eyes.

“Say it again.” He clenched his teeth as his tip grazed my entrance. I’d never been so ready in my entire life. “My name, say it again.”

“Bridge,” I whispered, sliding my tongue into his mouth only to pull away and say it against his lips. “My Bridge.”

“Damn right I am.” He thrust into me so hard that my hands moved to his shoulders to hold on while he started slowly moving in me. “I’m stealing you, Izzy Cunningham.” Another thrust. “You’re mine.”

“Yours,” I agreed as he stretched me, completed me. He worshipped me with his mouth then, kissed me so deep, filled me even deeper. “Bridge!” I couldn’t stop saying it, I needed it to be real, to be him, not Julian. “Bridge!”

“Yours, Izzy.” He clenched his teeth then cupped my face with both hands and locked eyes on me, our movements synced, deep, fast. I was so close. “Stay with me, Izzy.”

I nodded stupidly as my body pulsed with pleasure with the need for release. “I’m with you.”

I clamped around him.

He let out a curse.

And then I felt it, him, me, together.

My head fell back against the couch while he kissed down my neck, breathing heavy against my skin, his mouth hot, his lips even hotter.

“You’re right.” I finally found my voice. “We can’t come back from this. But I don’t want to, Bridge, I don’t want to.”

His gaze focused on mine, his lips turned into an annoyingly smug grin like he knew it was never like that between me and Julian, like he knew that I couldn’t remember ever flying so high with him. “Good.”

Chapter Thirty-Eight

BRIDGE

I couldn’t sleep that night.

I woke her up three times, twice while I was inside her, once with my mouth all over her. I had this pressing need to make sure that it wasn’t all a hallucination. I felt like we were both waiting for the bomb to go off.

We had no plan other than continuing with the façade for the world to see, and getting ready for the wedding in a few days. We looked and acted like the perfect power couple. The media was camped outside our building and #weddingcountdown was trending on Twitter.

Guilt grew like a tumor in my chest.

The more hours that ticked by, the more it grew.

Because I wasn’t sure how the hell I would ever face Julian, look at him man to man, and say, I’m keeping her . . . and I’m not sorry.

Because I wasn’t sorry.

Because I was in love with her.

And she was everything to me.

And in that moment I had the most selfish thought: if my brother died he would never know I’d betrayed him, how we betrayed him in his apartment, on his couch, and in his bed. I betrayed him using his clothes, his money, his possessions, his life.

I’d done that.

We’d done that.

I’d always thought I was a good person—solid, loyal, dependable.

And now?

I felt like an unapologetic thief.

I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.

She reached for me, and her eyes opened, and then she was crawling over to me, shoving me onto my back and riding me.

I was so hard for her already that it was painful.

I cursed as she moved on top of me. I cupped her breasts, squeezed, then lowered my hands to her ass and pulled her harder against me, faster.

She leaned over, her hand on my shoulder, our eyes once again locking like we knew what we were doing was wrong, but once you’ve had one taste, you’re fucked.

Literally.

I couldn’t stop.

And neither could she.

“Nothing has ever felt as good as you feel, Bridge.” Her hair tickled my face as it created a curtain of privacy as we kissed. Her body shuddered, I felt her release, and gladly followed.

I liked her on top of me.

I liked the feel of her thighs wrapped around my body.

She leaned over and kissed me again and then pulled away and rolled to her side with a yawn.