Unleashed (A Bad Boy Stepbrother Romance) (95 page)

Now, back at our hotel, she gives me a rosy-cheeked and cheeky grin, and asks me, “Do you want to go to the pool? It’s heated.”

Instinctively, I flick my eyes toward the bedside clock, see the red-pip digits blinking zero-zero-thirteen. I turn to her, and think to myself:
Hell yes.

I tell her so, and she lets out a loud laugh. We’re both buzzed, both quick to smile, and it’s like there’s not a worry in the world.

She needed this… and I think I may have, too.

Cassie begins to put on a show, and it’s so unlike her, but it’s so sexy. She pulls her dress slowly up her thighs, shifting her hips as she does so, laughing with more than a hint of nervousness.

I lean back on the bed, groan a little at her, feel blood thundering into my cock.

“More,” I tell her, licking my lips. “Show me more.”

“You’ll just have to be patient,” she says curtly, making a face, before breaking into a laugh again. She’s slowly sidling the dress up her thighs. I see a flash of her underwear, purple, a glimpse of her shape. It turns me on like nothing else. I feel it in my throat, my chest, my abdomen, my cock.

God, I want her. She’s so fucking perfect. Everything about her is everything I want. It’s sexy that she’s acting a little out of character, letting loose… having fun.

This time, she brings the hem of her dress higher. The daring Aztec-print bunches up, and she’s showing me her underwear, her hips, her waist. The dress comes higher, and I can’t take my eyes off her. Every inch of her hot skin is like a drug, leaves me longing for more.

Then the dress is up around her neck. She pulls it over her head, arms up, and I can’t control myself anymore. I go to her, push her against the wardrobe’s cold mirror-door, the dress still covering her face.

“Don’t move,” I tell her, pinning her hands above her.

“Chance, I can’t see.”

“Don’t… move.”

I kiss her down the back of her upper arm, savoring the soft skin. I kiss her down over her armpit, and run my fingers up her sides. She squirms, laughs, and so I nip her neck gently, turning the laugh into a yelp.

She smells so good, and I can feel the warmth of her rushing breath through her dress. I bring my lips to hers through the fabric, take her lower lip and hold it between my teeth.

I hold her hip in my hand, run it around to the small of her back, let a finger dip beneath the elastic of her underwear…

“No,” she says, wriggling her wrists free of my hand and pushing me away.

She gets her head out of the dress, and wags a finger at me. “Bad Chance! Bad! I want to go swimming.”

Turning her back to me and looking into the mirror, Cassie unhooks her bra, lets it fall carelessly to the floor.

I wrap her up from behind, press my lips into the bare skin of her shoulder, smell her neck behind her ear.

But before I can cup her breast she’s pushed me off with her bum, banging it into my hard cock.

I back up, grinning, and adjust myself in the mirror. Her eyes don’t leave my crotch.

She slides out of her underwear, steps out of them. She hooks it with a toe, and then turns to me and flicks it at me.

I catch it, bring it to my nose and smell her. God, she smells so good. Her scent drives me wild.

I watch her, look at her back, her ass, all her sexy flesh that I just want to grab and hold and knead and pull against me.

Then into the mirror, at her breasts that I want to squeeze, her nipples I want to suck and bite. I look at her sex, lick my lips, and go to her again.

But she slides open the wardrobe so that now I can only see myself in the reflection, and she bends over and opens her suitcase.

“I brought my favorite bikini,” she says, humming to herself. She anticipates what I’m about to do. I reach out to run my hands on her ass, dip inwards a little, but she slaps me away.

“Go get changed, Chance. Get something to drink from the mini-fridge, too.”

I guess she wants to be in charge tonight.