Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 47521 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47521 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
“I want to spend time with you, baby. I know you’re scared, and a part of it is because I’m your stepbrother, but there’s more to it.”
“I won’t lie to you; I wish we could date but—”
“Good. Then tell me, do you feel like there’s something between us?”
She sighs in frustration. “Do you realize you just met me a few days ago? You’re willing to jeopardize our whole family dynamic because you what? Because you want me?”
“This between us is more than just me wanting you.”
She’s clueless. She really has no idea that it’s more than just sexual attraction between us. She throws her hand up in frustration. “Do you know how crazy you sound? We. Just. Met. You don’t even know me.”
I put my hands on my hips. “I know a lot about you. You’re a good person.”
She rolls her eyes, and I can’t help but smile. “Your students love you and know you care about them if Colby is any indication. You’ve completely won over my dad. All the shit with your mom and your dad, you haven’t seen what a good relationship is like or what it’s capable of. You don’t trust easily, and you don’t trust how you feel about me.”
She juts her chin at me. “How do you know I’m not exactly like my mom? Maybe I’m trying to win you over.”
I search her face, and I can see right through her. There’s a part of her that’s scared she’s going to be like her mother. Maybe that’s why she’s so scared that this could be something real. “You’re nothing like your mom, Cass.”
She seems unsure even though I’m absolutely positive about it. I repeat it, hoping she believes me. “You are nothing like your mom.”
She shrugs, and even though her body language says she doesn’t care, it’s obvious she really wants to believe what I’m saying. “You don’t know that, Baker. Anyone that knows me knows I’m trying to get out of my mom’s house. How do you know I’m not trying to take advantage of you and move in here?”
I laugh and point around my house. “You can move in here.”
She rears back in surprise. “Baker! I’m joking. I’m not trying to manipulate you.”
She looks so freaked out I do the only thing I can think of. I reach for her and bring her up against my body. Our bodies fit perfectly together. I cup her face in my hands, and I don’t ask for permission this time. I lean down and kiss her. She opens her mouth, and I slide my tongue along hers. She whimpers, and I deepen the kiss. It’s not enough, though. I let go of her face, slide my hands down her body to her hips, and lift her up. Her hands grab on to my shoulders, and she pulls back from the kiss. “Baker, I’m too heavy.”
“You’re not. Fuck, you’re perfect.”
I carry her back across the room and then sit down on the couch with her straddling my lap. She wiggles her hips, and I lift up, pressing my hard cock against her core. She bears down on me and strokes her hips back and forth before she freezes. Her gasp fills the room. “Baker!”
My fingers dig into her hips, and I pull her even closer, lifting my hips. She leans forward, pressing her breasts against my chest. “Kiss me, Baker.”
She doesn’t have to ask me twice. I press my lips to hers, and my whole body trembles from how intense it is. Kissing Cassie is an addiction. I let my hands slide to her back and hold her to me. She’s as close as can be but not close enough.
She pulls away, breathless. Her eyes are round, nose red, and lips swollen. She’s looking at me as if I have three heads. “It’s never… I mean, you really know how to kiss.”
I run my thumb across her swollen lip. “It’s not me, Cass. It’s us. It’s good because it’s us.”
A worried look comes over her face. “You know that I was joking. I’m not trying manipulate you to like me so I can get away from my mom.”
I nod. “I know that. That’s not who you are.”
She looks at me with doubt, and I know I need to find a way to reassure her. “Cass, baby, you’re nothing like your mom. You have a good heart. You’re independent, and you would never try to hurt someone else.”
Her hands slide from my shoulders up to my neck. “What do you want from me?”
I don’t even have to think about it. “Give us a chance.”
She shakes her head. “We shouldn’t.”
I can feel her trying to put a wall up between us, and I’m not going to let her. “Forget the stepbrother thing for just a minute. Do you like me?”