Obsessed With My Husband's Step-brother - Chapter 23: Chapter 23
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LEILANI.
My gaze strayed to those sensual lips of his that had kissed me so passionately. Uttered such naughty words to me. Seeing him standing right here in this kitchen where he dirtily sexed me under my shirt made my face heat.
I swallowed, realizing I was staring and I abruptly looked back at the dishes and went back to my washing, ignoring him.
At least I tried to.
Every pore on my skin was aware of his presence and my heart could not just stop racing.
I felt him walk over and lean against the counter, I could now see him from the corner of my eyes. His unique male scent was invading my nostrils, reminding me of how I felt wrapped in his chest and arms with my legs wide open.
I forced myself to take a deep breath. I. Have. To. Stay. Focused.
“Leilani,” His deep, magnetic voice made my name sound like sexy sin. I bit my lip, feeling my face heat. I suddenly felt…shy? I had almost forgotten that a word like that even existed. I don’t get shy. I get embarrassed and flustered sometimes… but shy? What is Adonis Ace Giles doing to me?
The fact that this sexy as fuck male right next to me had seen me naked and fucked me hard and he was right here again, saying my name, was almost making my breath catch.
“Look at me,” He said.
Ignoring the flutters in my belly, I looked at him. He was so close. He stood, slightly leaning on the counter, big, tall, and broad in contrast to how small and fragile I seemed right next to him. He was not facing me directly, but his handsome face was tilted in my direction, mesmerizing dark eyes burning so intense. His ripped body was in a mouthwateringly clingy navy dress shirt, his top buttons open and revealing a sexy tan.
His large hands were buried in his black pants and those silver studs in his ears glinted. He just returned from wherever the hell he’d been.
“You are avoiding me,” He said.
“No. Why should I?” I shrugged.
He wet his bottom lip. “We fucked. Right here.”
Hearing him say it sent a spear of lust up my spine. That filthy mouth of his. He obviously saw the effect his words had on me and he let out a small, heartbreaking smile.
I swallowed. “It was a mistake,” My voice was breathy from the way he looked at me as he said those words. Fuck, he looked at me like he was about to fuck me right here.
An eyebrow arched perfectly. “That’s not what your text said.” A glint was in his eyes.
“That was a mistake too,” I said softly and looked down at the sink. I could not bear to look at his face as I said my next words. “It’s one big mistake. I was horny and you were there, and we were all alone. So, it’s really nothing. I’ll forget it in no time, you should too.”
He was quiet for a moment and I risked looking at him. He was gazing at me, shocking me with the intense lust in his eyes. And the obscene way he was softly biting his pink bottom lip.
“Fuck. Hearing you say horny.” He said shamelessly.
My face blushed pink.
He released his lip and softly wet licked it. “Leilani, it’s fucking hard to focus on what you were saying with how those pretty nipples of yours are pressed against your shirt.”
His gaze was focused on my chest now and my breath quickened, face slowly tilting down to see what he was looking at. The apron was extremely thin -I had worn it because it looked pretty, not for practical reasons-, so the water that had splashed on it made it stick to my shirt. And I was naked beneath it.
True to his words, my nipples were hard with the arousal I was trying to hide.
I squeezed my eyes shut and almost raised my hands to hide them but I stopped. I did not want to hide from him. I wouldn’t.
I met his gaze again. “I’m just cold from the water.”
“Deny it all you want.” He said. “It only makes me want you more.”
Want you more.
Want you.
Want.
Each time he said those words, something warm filled up my chest and made all my feminine instincts leaned in his direction. As he said that again, I realized something. I want him too. Like I really do want him. My resolve was crumbling under his masculinity and I felt myself craving him again. Strong and wild.
I closed my eyes. “Adonis-”
“Do you want to fuck?” He asked straightforwardly, eyes trapping mine carnally, a serious expression set in his striking features.
My eyes shot open as my heart thundered at the naughty question. My clit tingled and I rubbed my inner thighs together, feeling slick friction in my panties.
Oh God, how can he ask me that?
“What the hell-” I had weakly started saying but he leaned closer, sending my words into oblivion as need thrummed in my skin.
“Do you want to fuck, Leilani?” He asked again, deep voice low, husky, and dangerous. He was so close now. Invading my space. Invading the air that I breathe with his intoxicating scent and sending my thoughts spinning. My eyes were locked with his in a sensual trap as desire raged within me like an inferno.
I want this man. He’s right, denying it makes me want and lust after him more and drives me crazy.
I parted my lips, to tell him to go, to tell him to stay, but in end, my ignited sex hormones won, and I whispered,
“Yes.”
Something gleamed in his dark eyes at my answer and he briefly closed his eyes.
“Say it.” His voice was rough.
I wet my lip, my voice small and feminine. “I want to fuck.”
My pussy quivered as I said those dirty words to him and I gazed at him with eyes filled with desire, waiting.
He reopened his eyes raging with so much lust, that I was almost scared. He grabbed my arm and whirled my body to face the soapy sink, my hair flying from the sudden motion.
He moved behind me, pressing his warm strong chest into me from behind and his large hands slowly moved down my arms. I was unable to stop biting my lip at his addictive touch. His hands finally wrapped around my hands, held them, and soaked them into the soapy water. I sharply inhaled as I felt the cold of the soapy water clash with the heated wall of muscle pressing into my back. Then he pulled my hands out, soapy and sopping wet, then placed them on the edge of the soapy sink.
My eyebrows slightly furrowed. My soapy hands slid along the edge as I tried to hold it. It was cruel and it was making my vagina wet.
Oh, Adonis
My gaze strayed to those sensual lips of his that had kissed me so passionately. Uttered such naughty words to me. Seeing him standing right here in this kitchen where he dirtily sexed me under my shirt made my face heat.
I swallowed, realizing I was staring and I abruptly looked back at the dishes and went back to my washing, ignoring him.
At least I tried to.
Every pore on my skin was aware of his presence and my heart could not just stop racing.
I felt him walk over and lean against the counter, I could now see him from the corner of my eyes. His unique male scent was invading my nostrils, reminding me of how I felt wrapped in his chest and arms with my legs wide open.
I forced myself to take a deep breath. I. Have. To. Stay. Focused.
“Leilani,” His deep, magnetic voice made my name sound like sexy sin. I bit my lip, feeling my face heat. I suddenly felt…shy? I had almost forgotten that a word like that even existed. I don’t get shy. I get embarrassed and flustered sometimes… but shy? What is Adonis Ace Giles doing to me?
The fact that this sexy as fuck male right next to me had seen me naked and fucked me hard and he was right here again, saying my name, was almost making my breath catch.
“Look at me,” He said.
Ignoring the flutters in my belly, I looked at him. He was so close. He stood, slightly leaning on the counter, big, tall, and broad in contrast to how small and fragile I seemed right next to him. He was not facing me directly, but his handsome face was tilted in my direction, mesmerizing dark eyes burning so intense. His ripped body was in a mouthwateringly clingy navy dress shirt, his top buttons open and revealing a sexy tan.
His large hands were buried in his black pants and those silver studs in his ears glinted. He just returned from wherever the hell he’d been.
“You are avoiding me,” He said.
“No. Why should I?” I shrugged.
He wet his bottom lip. “We fucked. Right here.”
Hearing him say it sent a spear of lust up my spine. That filthy mouth of his. He obviously saw the effect his words had on me and he let out a small, heartbreaking smile.
I swallowed. “It was a mistake,” My voice was breathy from the way he looked at me as he said those words. Fuck, he looked at me like he was about to fuck me right here.
An eyebrow arched perfectly. “That’s not what your text said.” A glint was in his eyes.
“That was a mistake too,” I said softly and looked down at the sink. I could not bear to look at his face as I said my next words. “It’s one big mistake. I was horny and you were there, and we were all alone. So, it’s really nothing. I’ll forget it in no time, you should too.”
He was quiet for a moment and I risked looking at him. He was gazing at me, shocking me with the intense lust in his eyes. And the obscene way he was softly biting his pink bottom lip.
“Fuck. Hearing you say horny.” He said shamelessly.
My face blushed pink.
He released his lip and softly wet licked it. “Leilani, it’s fucking hard to focus on what you were saying with how those pretty nipples of yours are pressed against your shirt.”
His gaze was focused on my chest now and my breath quickened, face slowly tilting down to see what he was looking at. The apron was extremely thin -I had worn it because it looked pretty, not for practical reasons-, so the water that had splashed on it made it stick to my shirt. And I was naked beneath it.
True to his words, my nipples were hard with the arousal I was trying to hide.
I squeezed my eyes shut and almost raised my hands to hide them but I stopped. I did not want to hide from him. I wouldn’t.
I met his gaze again. “I’m just cold from the water.”
“Deny it all you want.” He said. “It only makes me want you more.”
Want you more.
Want you.
Want.
Each time he said those words, something warm filled up my chest and made all my feminine instincts leaned in his direction. As he said that again, I realized something. I want him too. Like I really do want him. My resolve was crumbling under his masculinity and I felt myself craving him again. Strong and wild.
I closed my eyes. “Adonis-”
“Do you want to fuck?” He asked straightforwardly, eyes trapping mine carnally, a serious expression set in his striking features.
My eyes shot open as my heart thundered at the naughty question. My clit tingled and I rubbed my inner thighs together, feeling slick friction in my panties.
Oh God, how can he ask me that?
“What the hell-” I had weakly started saying but he leaned closer, sending my words into oblivion as need thrummed in my skin.
“Do you want to fuck, Leilani?” He asked again, deep voice low, husky, and dangerous. He was so close now. Invading my space. Invading the air that I breathe with his intoxicating scent and sending my thoughts spinning. My eyes were locked with his in a sensual trap as desire raged within me like an inferno.
I want this man. He’s right, denying it makes me want and lust after him more and drives me crazy.
I parted my lips, to tell him to go, to tell him to stay, but in end, my ignited sex hormones won, and I whispered,
“Yes.”
Something gleamed in his dark eyes at my answer and he briefly closed his eyes.
“Say it.” His voice was rough.
I wet my lip, my voice small and feminine. “I want to fuck.”
My pussy quivered as I said those dirty words to him and I gazed at him with eyes filled with desire, waiting.
He reopened his eyes raging with so much lust, that I was almost scared. He grabbed my arm and whirled my body to face the soapy sink, my hair flying from the sudden motion.
He moved behind me, pressing his warm strong chest into me from behind and his large hands slowly moved down my arms. I was unable to stop biting my lip at his addictive touch. His hands finally wrapped around my hands, held them, and soaked them into the soapy water. I sharply inhaled as I felt the cold of the soapy water clash with the heated wall of muscle pressing into my back. Then he pulled my hands out, soapy and sopping wet, then placed them on the edge of the soapy sink.
My eyebrows slightly furrowed. My soapy hands slid along the edge as I tried to hold it. It was cruel and it was making my vagina wet.
Oh, Adonis
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