Stoned: A Billionaire Stepbrother With Benefits Romance (My Brother's Keeper Book 1) Read Online Free PDF Page B

where all this was going,
feeling that fire again in her belly and flaring through her just
like when he’d kissed her before. He reached to her hand first and
took the water from her, setting it away on the counter.
    “You’re a stubborn thing aren’t you?”
    “You’re just getting that now, ‘Arrow,’” she
said. Since when did her voice ever come out so breathy and
desperate?
    He nodded and cupped her cheek, and despite
everything, especially logic, she relaxed in the embrace. “I think
I like that about you, Goldilocks.”
    “So your brilliant apologizing plan was just
based around what? Getting more make outs?”
    He grinned and started to kiss the side of
her throat, his lips and tongue working gentle ministrations of her
skin and the dip of her clavicle. She moaned and drew closer
against him, feeling his hardness already pressed against her hips.
“I think I want more than that. And,” he added, reaching low and
running his fingers over the wetness already collected on her
panties. “I think you do too.”
    He was grazing his teeth over the curve of
her neck and her pulse was already pounding and her clit throbbing
with desire. It felt so amazing, like being outside on the first
day of summer after being snowed in all winter. She hadn’t allowed
herself to feel this way in such a long time, hadn’t even realized
how long she had been hibernating.
    “I…” she started, her voice low and throaty.
“This is wrong. I’m engaged.”
    “You can throw me out,” he purred, his brown
eyes boring into hers, and she could lose herself in them forever,
even if the man behind them did nothing most of the time but
irritate her.
    “I should make you go,” she replied and then
she bucked her hips a bit as his fingers traced over the delicate
patterns of her folds through the thin cotton of her panties. Every
nerve ending was suddenly on fire, and no part of her wanted to end
it now.
    Or ever.
    “You should,” he said, as he started to
unbutton her blouse. He did it slowly, deliberately, with suave
motions. One button, two, a third and her bra was unveiled before
him. Robert licked his lips. “Are you going to, Goldilocks?”
    “No, don’t you dare leave,” she said,
reaching down to trail her fingernails over his abdomen. “Not
now.”
    “Good,” he said, reaching over and under the
fabric of her shirt in order to undo the clasps of her bra. He did
it with aplomb, and she shouldn’t be surprised. Allison knew his
reputation well, knew that he had had a cavalcade of lovers. It was
no shock he was able to help her ease out of her bra almost
seamlessly.
    Her shirt too.
    She was exposed to him, slightly nervous
because who knew if she measured up to any of the models or
actresses he’d had over the years.
    Robert frowned back at her even as his left
hand moved to cup her breast. His right was still working up a
ferocious rhythm, rubbing her through her panties, and he hadn’t
even done much and she was so close to the edge of coming.
    God, when was the last time she’d done more
than fake it on Sunday nights with Tom?
    “What?” she asked, still grinding against
him, desperate to give his fingers the access they needed to her,
to help fulfill her. “You stopped.”
    “You’re beautiful,” he gasped, gazing
thoughtfully at the pointed peaks of her already hardened nipples.
“God, you don’t even know how much.”
    “Now you’re just laying it on thick.”
    He shook his head and brought his tongue to
the tip of her left nipple even as his hand cupped that mound. He
flicked his tongue up and down, his rhythm there quickly matching
the ferocity with which his hand stroked her. Robert continued like
that, his tongue a whirling dervish of activity, tracing all over
her breast and teasing at her areola. She moaned even as her
wetness flooded her.
    Robert maneuvered his fingers under the
fabric of her panties, and she gasped as two thick fingers entered
her channel even as his thumb found her clit.