CLAIM (Dirty Brothers 3)

And then he’s kissing me, and oh—

I’ve lost my breath and I can’t get it back and I don’t want it back, he can have it. Robert’s arms come around me and he sweeps me against the wall, pressing me against it.

There’s no hesitation in this kiss, no doubt. He tilts my face up to his and kisses me deeper, and I let him. It’s been a long time since I’ve been kissed, and everything in my body feels like it’s glowing. Like Robert is made of sunlight and he’s pouring it into me. Pleasure coils down through my gut and I want more.

It feels like this was meant to happen, like there’s no barrier between us to stop us from falling into each other and never coming back. God, I love the feel of his body against mine, pure heat and fire and arousal. I’m wet and ready, and he pulls back for a second for air, and we both freeze.

Robert’s eyes are so dark they’re black, and he’s staring into mine, through me. His hand is curled around the back of my neck, thumb along my jaw, and the tiny stroke of his finger on my skin feels even more intimate than the kiss.

“This is a bad idea,” I say.

Robert’s eyes don’t leave mine. “Yes, it is.” But he doesn’t move. We stay there, pressed up against each other, just breathing.

Finally, there’s a moment. “We should get some sleep,” he says, and the tension falls out of the air.

“Yeah.” I swallow. No matter how aroused I am in this moment, this won’t end well. It’s better to stop now. Before we go too far. He steps away from me and I’m cold. “Good night.”

I don’t look back as I go to the couch and curl up under the blankets he’s given me. I close my eyes, and I force myself to keep them closed as he turns off the light and I hear the creak of him walking up the stairs. Just a single day and we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. And that single kiss was better than anything I could have imagined. How am I supposed to make it to thirty, knowing how that feels?

This is going to be harder than I thought.

6

Robert

Fuck. I strip off my pants and step directly into the shower. There’s no way I can go straight back to bed after that.

I shouldn’t have kissed her. I’m not sorry that I did, but it’s like tasting a piece of perfect, delicious, forbidden fruit. Given what’s standing between us, she’s right. It’s a bad idea. A bad idea that was the hottest thing I’ve felt in years and it was only a kiss.

I hiss out a breath as the cold water hits my skin, but I’m so aroused the temperature doesn’t even make a dent. The last thing I wanted to do was step away from her. I wanted to kiss her again, and keep kissing her.

I give in to the fantasy, because I know that it’s going to play behind my eyes all night anyway. My hand drops to my cock, and I stroke it, letting my imagination pick up where we left off. I would have peeled her out of that shirt I gave her, keeping it for later, because I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything sexier than a freshly wet Anna wearing my clothes.

I want to see the skin she’s hiding underneath. I want to see if her nipples are the same pink as her blush. I would bet that they are, and I felt them against my chest while we were kissing. I want my mouth on them. I want to hear her gasp as I use my tongue on her skin until she’s aching with arousal.

I brace myself against the shower wall, stroking faster. I would have licked my way down her stomach until I was able to peel her out of those pants. I watched her gardening today, and my hands on her hips was all I could think about for an hour.

My fingers tracing down the skin of her thighs and parting them, seeing how wet she is for me and making her moan with my fingers and tongue. God—

Pleasure rolls through me as I come, stroking my shaft through the waves of my orgasm and letting the freezing water wash it away.

I turn off the water and lean against the shower wall, catching my breath, the images of Anna still fresh and vivid in my mind. It’s a bad idea. It’s such a bad idea. But that kiss isn’t going to be enough.

Anna didn’t come out here looking for someone to fuck. She came for herself. Whatever my father’s offering her, she needs. She wasn’t expecting…me. Who I actually am. And I sure as hell wasn’t expecting her.