Stepbrother

    bChapter /bb402 /b

    KASMINE.

    Was it okay to say I was a bit nervous?

    Yeah. It wasb. /b

    I wasn’t a virgin anymore. Heck, Kester was the one who disvirgined me. I was carrying his babies, for God’s sake! So why the hell was my stomach doing flips knowing what was about to happen

    tonight?

    The bathroom door slid open, and Kester stepped out, water still dripping bfrom /bhis skin. My em followed the trail – broad shoulders, hard chest, those deep grooves that dipped into his hips… and

    no towel.

    My heart stuttered. My throat went dry.

    I shifted on the bed, trying to sit up, but his smirk told me he’d noticed the effect he had on bme/b.

    “There is no need, Mine,” he said in a rough voice, “I’ll meet you there.” He took excruciatingly slow steps toward me, and I let out a nervous smile. My thighs pressed together on instinct.

    We’d had a long day. We attended to a lot of visitors and congrattions, but Kester made sure I didn’t overwork myself one bit. The moment he sensed the tiniest bit of exhaustion on bmy /bface, he

    brought me back in to rest.

    When he reached the bed, he climbed over me, bracing himself on his elbows so his weight didn’t

    crush me.

    “You sure about this?” he murmured, lips brushing the shell of my ear, his warm breath soothing my

    nervesb. /b

    “Yes, love. I am. Make me yours tonight,” I said.

    His eyes searched mine for a beat, his jaw ticking like he was holding something back. “I’ll be gentle. If you feel ufortable…”

    “I’ll tell you,” I finished for him.

    U

    That was all it took for him to close the gap, his lips finding mine. The kiss started soft, almost blike /b

    he was afraid I’d break if he took too much too soon.

    I didn’t even realize I was holding back until he pulled away just enough to whisper, b“/bLet me in, baby.”

    bChapter /bb402 /b

    bThe /bbway /bhe bsaid /bit made my insides btwist/bb. /bbI /bbparted /bmy lips for bhim/bb, /band bhis /bbtongue /bbslid /bbin/bb, /bbgently /biming all the corners of my mouth.

    This bwas /bthe most sensual kiss I’d ever had in my life. And I’d be damned if bI /bbsay /bbI /bwasn’t turned on.

    Heat pooled low in my stomachb. /bMy hands found their way up his damp back, my fingers bdragging /bover hard muscle.

    He shoved one knee between my thighs, pressing exactly where I needed him, making me gasp intob. /b

    his mouth.

    That gasp cost me–he swallowed it, deepening the kiss until it felt like he was drinking from meb. /b

    His right hand slid up under my nightdressb, /bbig palm dragging heat over my stomach before bfinding /bmy breast. He cupped me hard, thumb flicking my nipple until it peaked under his touch.

    “Kesss…” My voice cracked.

    “Fuck, you’re soft…” he muttered against my lips, before dragging his mouth down my jaw and biting my neck, hard enough to make my hips jerk against him.

    “Fuck, Mine… You’re already shaking for me.”

    His mouth was back on mine before I could breathe, devouring me like he’d been starving for weeks. I moaned into him, my fingers digging into his damp hair and yanking him closer.

    His tongue moved with slow, torturous strokes.

    His hand slid from my breast down my stomach, fingers brushing dangerously close to where I was already throbbing for him. He made sure to drag it out until I was practically writhing under him.

    “Kester…” I moaned. God, I sounded desperate.

    He loved it. I could see it in the smug, dangerous glint in his eyes. “Call my name againb, /bbaby.”

    “Kester…”

    “Hmm… That’s my girl…”

    His fingers finally slid between my thighs, pressing against my dripping center. My hips buckedb, /bbut

    he pinned me down with his weight, controlling my movement.