Obsessed With My Husband's Step-brother - Chapter 46: Chapter 46

LEILANI.
“These will do,” I muttered and grabbed two bottles of exotic wine from the bar, looking over them satisfactorily. Sara had whipped up some really delicious and extravagant dinner downstairs and I wanted the best wine to go with it. To put Neil in the best mood possible, since he seemed kind of quiet ever since he got back from work, he was possibly upset over something but he kept brushing it off as annoying work shit. I would talk to him about my huge contract offer tonight, and fingers crossed, I hope things don’t go sideways.
Neil has always, always been very supportive, but this was one thing that he was not comfortable with, and I was going to do it anyway, so I have to make him look on the bright side so everyone can be happy.
I placed the bottles in the wine bucket and grabbed it, turning away from the large bar only to pause in my tracks, startled.
Adonis was in the doorway, rubbing the back of his neck with a small towel bunched up in his large, hard fist. He was in grey spandex gym clothes that hugged every godly muscle, every dip, and bulge, every ridge, and ladder of hard, masculine testosterone-pumped flesh. The short sleeves of the shirt clinched his biceps snugly. And the shorts. Fuck!
My eyes widened.
Fuck! The shorts only reached his lower thigh and shit, his legs were so tight, right, and powerful. Toned and fit for a stallion. Right between his powerful thighs, a massive bulge made my face flame and my throat dry up. Jesus, this man is sin itself.
My gaze crawled back up to look at his face, he was gazing at me with that painfully handsome face of his unreadable as usual, the tips of his dark hair damp and his piercings glimmered beside the air-pods in his ears.
My belly was performing flips under the caress of his intense eyes. How long had he been watching me?
“Y-you startled me.” I stuttered weakly, flustered beyond what was even considered normal. Almost shy. When the hell did I start getting shy? What the fuck? This is absurd.
“Apologies.” His eyes gleamed. “It’s just fucking nice to watch you bend that sexy ass over.”
Hearing him say sexy. Good Lord.
I blushed even harder, feeling a warm sensation in my guts. I was just wearing a brown sleeveless ankle-length dress that wrapped over my breasts and showed some cleavage but the fabric was very thin and flexible, and I only wore a thong underneath, so my ass cheeks jiggled and bounced against the clingy dress, with any movement I made. To think Adonis had been watching my ass bounce from the doorway while I picked drinks.
Why did that inexplicably turn me on?
“About what you said to me, at the party…” I started. “What exactly do you mean by you want all ?”
“I’ll have to show you. But you can call it a sexual agreement or something. Full-blown sex. Everything sex with you.” His deep voice was low and seductive. “When I fuck, I like to hear the slaps, moans, and wet sounds resounding off the walls. I want that.”
My thighs clenched in response to his sinful words. He wants to fuck me without having to bother about getting too loud and getting heard by the wrong person. I mean, guilty pleasures are the best. But they are best enjoyed when done with all the reckless, brazen abandon in the world.
Sin hard, regret later. Like Ashley used to say.
“Sin hard.” I echoed out, my voice breathy with lust. I wanted that. I wanted him. All of him. He seemed too much, too overwhelming for me to handle, but fuck it, I wanted all of him even though I choke on my own raging lust and drown in the intense waves of his passion.
“Exactly, Leilani.” He said and leaned off the doorway, moving to stand in front of me, his hand raising my chin up so our eyes met, burning with intense lust. “You’ll have all of me. Sin with me. Just say the word.”
My soul moaned.
God.
He was seducing the fuck out of me without really doing anything. The point where his hand held my chin burned pleasurably in his hard warmth. My eyes fell over his lips.
Kiss me. Kiss me. Kiss me.
Was the desperate chant of my soul.
“Tell me yes, Leilani.” He sounded husky as he leaned closer down so his warm breath fanned my waiting lips. Teasing. Waiting.
Touch me. Touch me. Touch me.
Was the sizzling thrum of my body.
My lips parted, my half-lidded eyes strained on his soft lips, thirsty and hungry for him. “Yes,” I whispered, looking back up into his so dark eyes. “Yes, Adonis.”
His eyes blazed and I expected him to pounce on me right here, right now, and fuck the living daylights out of me against the glass wall of the room, but he didn’t. He was not even touching me apart from his fingers under my chin, but I felt like my skin was ablaze with his warmth.
He leaned down to kiss me and I stood on my toes, desperate to catch his lips midway but I never felt the soft but firm pressure of his skilled lips. I strained higher, but only met empty air. Frowning slightly, I opened my eyes.
Adonis had stepped away from me, my chin suddenly cold and lonely from the sudden absence of his hand.
“What-”
“Your dinner is waiting.” He said with a wicked glint in his dark eyes as he turned around and strode out of the room, his lean back muscles flexing.
And leaving me all worked up and abandoned.
Wait. What?
My dinner was not downstairs. He was right here, but he just walked out on me.