Stepbrothers Dangerous Obsession

"Tell me,” I gasped, unable to stop myself from arching into his touch.

“I think of your taste…in my mouth,” he rasped. “I think about what you’ll look like when I suck you. Lick you. Eat you up.”

His words drove me wild. If this was madness, I would blindly jump into it if it meant I could keep listening to his words, feeling his touch, tasting his kiss.

“Would you let me?” His eyes searched my face. “Cayli?”

Instead of answering, I looked into his brown eyes and flattened my palms on his chest, startled by the static between us. The warmth of him under his shirt made me yearn to touch his bare skin. Gingerly, I reached for the hem of his shirt and slowly lifted it, revealing his defined stomach. His eyes widened a fraction as he understood what I wanted.

He was quiet as he watched me lift his shirt up and off him, letting it fall to the floor.

He was beautiful, his tan skin looking smooth and healthy in the dim light. My fingertips softly brushed the light trail of hair below his navel, and I heard him suck in a breath. I stopped, unsure, and looked up at him.

The skin around his mouth was tight, his eyes a darker shade of brown. “It’s okay,” he said hoarsely. “You can keep going.”

He closed his eyes, a deep groan escaping his lips as I slowly traced a line over the planes of his torso. His skin was hot to the touch, his muscles hardened like iron.

“Cayli,” he said softly, opening his eyes and lightly brushing my inner thighs with his thumbs as he pressed a soft kiss to my lips. “Let me worship you.”

“Yes,” I murmured against his lips. “Yes, Rick...”

His tongue traced the seam of my lips, coaxing me to open them. He pulled my bottom lip between his, tugging and sucking gently.

Everything felt so intense: the burning touch of his skin, the warmth and peppermint scent of his breath, the hungry sounds he made at the back of his throat.

I opened for his kiss, and his tongue dipped inside to taste, exploring my mouth. His lips slid against mine eagerly, impatiently, as if he couldn’t get enough.

When I touched my tongue to his, a low growl erupted from his chest. He buried his hands in my hair, gripping tightly as he angled my head to deepen the kiss. For one staggering moment, the kiss became hot, hungry, and wild.

I felt on fire. There was something building inside me that I had no name for. I was in this cocoon of pleasure that Ricardo had built around us, and I wanted more.

“I’ve never wanted anyone this desperately,” he rasped. “Never.” He pulled back to frame my face in his hands.