Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 15021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 75(@200wpm)___ 60(@250wpm)___ 50(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 75(@200wpm)___ 60(@250wpm)___ 50(@300wpm)
I know this.
He wouldn’t want to upset our parents. He wouldn’t want to take advantage of me. He wouldn’t risk our happy home. And it’s the first time since he moved in that we are both single. Who’s to say it will last?
I’ve always been the kind of person to seize the day, maybe because my mom passed away when I was little and before I had the chance to get to know her or tell her the things I would have if I had known. If I pass up this chance, I won’t ever know how it feels to be in his arms, to have his body linked with mine. And I know I will always regret that.
I don’t do regrets.
“I want to stay here,” I say.
3
SEDUCTION
I have no idea what’s going to happen next. Harrison likes to talk himself up as a bit of a player, but I’ve never really seen him in action. Will he take my desire to stay in this little quiet room with him for what it is; an acceptance of whatever seduction he may or may not be planning? Or, will he simply think I’m an anti-social freak who goes to parties on her own dressed as a gothic punk slut.
“You’re a strange girl,” he says softly and kind of tenderly.
“You make that sound like a good thing,” I say, and he smiles.
“I guess I must like strange.”
I don’t realize he is going to touch me until I feel his finger stroke softly over the skin on my neck. That one finger sends the nerve endings in my back buzzing like crazy. I feel like I’ve been jolted with electricity, or lust, or something equally exciting. I know I’m breathing erratically as he continues stroking, and I can’t look at him for fear of what I’ll see. While he’s doing this tender thing to me, I can pretend. It’s just my stepbrother and me sitting on the sofa, having a cozy chat. But if I saw desire in his eyes, it would be something totally different; something amazing and totally terrifying, too.
“Why did you come to the party?” he whispers.
“I like parties,” I reply just as softly.
“And dressing up?”
“Yeah, that too.”
“And sitting in tiny book rooms with strange boys?” His breath gusts against my ear when he murmurs the last thing, and I shiver from head to foot. I find I can’t answer him now. The mesmerizing rhythm of his finger and the scent of him I pick up now he’s moved closer, are almost too much for me to bear. I’m light-headed, buzzing, crazy even. Crazy for my stepbrother.
He doesn’t kiss my lips first. I guess that would be too obvious for Harrison. I should have known he’d go for the little patch of sensitive skin below my ear and just graze it with his soft lips. He nuzzles against my ear with his nose and the roughness of his chin scrapes against my neck. It feels so good. So amazingly good, in fact, that I moan just slightly. When I do, I feel him smiling against my neck.
“So strange girls who come to parties alone and like to sit in little book rooms with strange boys like to get their necks kissed, do they?” he asks with a chuckle in his voice.
“Uh-hu,” is all I can manage, and he laughs softly.
He shifts closer until our legs press together and his hand is cupping the back of my head, pulling me towards his smiling face.
Harrison’s going to kiss me. He’s going to kiss me, and my heart seems to stutter in my chest and then re-fire at a staggering rate as I simultaneously pray the kiss will be mind-blowing while also hoping he won’t somehow remove my wig or mask and reveal who I am.
When our lips touch, it’s the softest kiss I’ve ever experienced, just a graze at first really, then a little press as he angles my head, pulling my bottom lip between his and sucking so gently I want to weep. I’ve imagined what kissing Harrison would be like so many times, but I had it completely wrong in my fantasies. I thought he’d be a grabby person, demanding with his kisses and forceful with his demands, but he isn’t.
At least not now.
Now it’s like he’s tasting me, feeling me out, and trying to work out what I like.
I like it all.
I want to tell him just to carry on doing what he’s doing because he’s doing it all right. He’s perfect for me in ways I didn’t even expect.
When our tongues touch for the first time, I have to lean into him, take hold of his huge, muscled shoulder, and dig my fingers into it, just so I don’t float away. My reaction seems to spur him on because suddenly his kisses are more urgent, tongue sliding across mine like the precursor to fucking that it is.