Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 24322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
“Stepbrother?” she says with a chuckle. “Geez, I thought he was your boyfriend with the way he keeps checking you out. Is he single?”
I grit my teeth as I turn back to her. “Yeah,” I say even though it makes me feel like I’m about to throw up with what she’s going to do next with that information. “He’s single.”
“Can you introduce me?”
She’s already fixing her hair and pushing her boobs up. Naomi is a knockout and if she shows any interest in Ollie, I know that she’ll be riding home on the back of his motorcycle while I’ll be outside waiting for an Uber.
“Umm, sure,” I say a little unsteadily. I wave him over and he comes straight across the bar with his heated eyes fixated on me.
“Ollie,” I casually say as I present the girl who will most definitely steal my crush away. “I want to introduce you to my friend, Naomi.”
“Hello,” she says as she offers her hand with a flirty smile. “It’s very nice to meet you, Ollie.”
He shakes her hand and smiles politely, but then all of his attention is turned back onto me. “Are you okay? Do you need another drink?”
“I’m fine,” I say, secretly feeling a boost of energy at being the center of his focus and attention.
“Are you having fun?” he asks.
“So, Ollie,” Naomi interrupts with a sexy flirty smile. “Your stepsister was telling me you’re here for the month?”
He looks at her but doesn’t say anything.
“I’m here for a week with two of my girlfriends,” she says as she leans in close, pushes her chest out, and grins at him. “I’m looking for three things on this vacation: beach, a fling, and drinks. I found the beach and the drinks.”
He frowns as she flicks her hair and gives him a seductive look.
“Good luck with that,” he says as he turns all of his attention back onto me. “I should get you home.”
I’m starting to feel the alcohol a bit and the place is just getting going. I don’t want to leave yet.
“Dance with me,” I say to him.
“What?”
“Come.” I grab his thick tattooed wrist and pull him to the dance floor in the corner. There are a couple of dozen people dancing to the Ed Sheeran, Justin Bieber, and Nicki Minaj hits of the summer.
He’s so protective that he shields me with his huge body, keeping me caged in with his strong arms as we push past guys who turn to look at me. My hips are already moving to the beat, swaying from side to side as I guide him to a quiet secluded corner of the dance floor, away from all of the prying eyes.
I turn and shiver when I see the way he’s looking at me. His sexy grey eyes are so full of need and desire that I can feel it in my bones. They’re trembling under that lustful gaze. I can tell he’s not thinking of me as a stepsister. He’s thinking of me as more. He wants more.
I dance up to him with a shy smile, moving my body as his mesmerized eyes watch. His body begins to move to the beat, but his eyes are fixated on me.
He’s so hot. Everything about him is so seductive. It’s so sensual and inviting. The look on his gorgeous face, the steamy way he’s moving his shoulders, the erotic way he’s moving his hips. I’m drawn to him in a big way. My body moves on its own, sliding up to him as my mind warns me to stop.
I don’t listen. Instead, I slide my palms up his big powerful chest.
His lips part. His eyes overflow with need. I can tell he’s restraining himself. He’s holding himself back. I don’t want him to. I want him to kiss me.
My plan is to slide my hands over his shoulders and then take them back, but they have a mind of their own and they slide up his thick muscular neck and onto his prickly cheeks.
The hunger in his eyes intensifies. He wraps those strong hands around my wrists, holds my hands there, and leans in.
My mouth follows. My lips part as they connect with his all soft and warm and wet and perfectly delicious. His mouth tastes minty. It tastes like sin and lust and wickedness. It tastes so fucking good.
Those big arms that I’ve been obsessing over all day wrap around me and he pulls me even closer, deeper into the kiss with a ravenous moan.
He kisses me for the rest of the song until someone who’s had a bit too much to drink bumps into us and I slowly open my eyes. I didn’t even know they were closed.
My brain is all fuzzy and my heart is pounding in my chest as I look up at him. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”