Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
And after what just happened with Daniel, I’m grateful for the calming touch. The memory of what went down back in the kitchen makes a fresh spike of fear-tinged anger tear through me. I can’t believe Daniel did that. Sure, he’s flirted with me before, but I’ve turned him down each time. I thought the message was abundantly clear—I’m not interested in him.
I never expected him to get so pushy.
And the way Trey had thrown him off me, the things he threatened to do to protect me? I shiver despite the heat collecting low in my stomach. That, combined with the gentle, caring side of him he’s showing as he holds the front door open for me and ushers me into safety … Yeah, my stepbrother is better than any man I’ve ever met, any man I could ever have dreamed of.
I’m yanked out of my thoughts as my feet leave the ground. Trey lifts me like I weigh nothing more than a feather, and sits me on the edge of the kitchen counter.
“What—” I try to ask, but he interrupts me.
“Sit there and let me take care of you,” he tells me in a tone that brooks no argument.
I shut up instantly, somehow instinctively wanting to obey him, to please him. God, my reactions are all over the place today. Still, I can’t deny the way some of the tension leaves my body as I sit there where he put me, waiting like he asked, and watch him grab milk out of the fridge and chocolate powder out of the cupboard.
By the time he hands me a warm mug, my mouth is watering—not because of the hot cocoa, but because of him. Okay, and maybe the hot cocoa too. He’s topped it with cream and marshmallows and the rich, chocolatey taste of the drink makes me moan in pleasure. How did he know this was what I wanted? Has he really figured me out so fast, right down to the fact that my sweet tooth is absolutely the way to my heart?
Oh, Trey was trouble. And I never wanted to be in trouble more.
He comes to stand between my parted knees, watching me lick the cream from my lips.
“What do you need, cupcake?” he asks, trapping me in his stormy gaze.
My mind empties of every thought but him. Trey. He’s what I want, he’s what’s making me feel better, he’s who protected me and looked after me. What do I need? There’s only one answer to that.
“You,” I blurt out.
Trey’s gray eyes darken like storm clouds rolling over an ocean. Butterflies erupt in my stomach, and I set my drink down.
His voice is all growly and rough when he asks, “Are you sure? Because seeing that asshole touch what’s mine makes me want to claim you so thoroughly you’ll forget anyone else’s hands but mine. Be very sure this is what you want, Talia, because I will devour you.”
Yes. Yes, yes, yes, I want that. I want everything he’ll give me. I’m so damn tired of not doing what I want. Hell, I’ve done three years of a degree I have no passion for. Studying marketing is a chore, not something I actually want out of life. I want to bake. I want to make people happy with my cakes and cookies and treats. And I want to be happy too.
I don’t care that Trey’s my stepbrother. I don’t care that this is insane. I don’t care that I’ve never done this before because I’ve never been so sure of anything.
“I’m sure, Trey.”
The second the words leave my mouth, Trey grabs me and, in a few quick strides, takes us to the lounge. I’m dropped on the sofa with a squeal that instantly gets muffled the moment Trey’s mouth crashes against mine.
The entire world melts away as Trey’s kiss consumes me. My arms wrap around his neck, tugging him closer, my entire body lighting up. His tongue sweeps across my lips, and I part them for him.
“Fuck, Talia,” Trey groans against me. “God, you’re so fucking sweet. Need to see if you taste this good everywhere.”
I gasp, arching up against him, too mindless with need to answer with words. I’m nodding before I really even know what exactly he means, more than willing to let him do whatever he wants to me. If his kisses feel that good, I need to know how he could possibly make me feel better than this.
“You’re mine,” Trey murmurs, his kisses dropping to my neck, making me moan. “Mine to kiss and taste and touch, isn’t that right?”
“Yes. Yes,” I manage to answer with another moan.
“Are you wet for me, sweet girl?” His tone is dark and full of need. Pleasure ripples through me just from his dirty words against my skin. His hand skims down my body, cupping me over my leggings. I’m sure the fabric is damp with evidence of how much I want him. He hums with approval as he feels it. “Does it ache? Do you want me to make it better?”