Seduction
Her British Stepbrother, #2
by Lauren Smith
Releasing
March 8, 2016
Forever Yours
Forever Yours
Blurb
The sequel to FORBIDDEN.
Tristan
is a man who knows what he wants. And he wants Kat in his bed. All he has to do
is convince her they belong together . . .
Kat
knows the connection she and Tristan share is special. Her British bad boy is
too much of everything: too hot, too arrogant, too irresistible to stay away
from. He's her addiction and one night with him isn't enough.
That's
what hurts the most. They can't date, can't be a normal couple, not when their
parents are getting married. Because now that she knows he's going to be her
stepbrother, no one can ever find out what they've done . . .
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“Just a
minute!” It was probably her dad trying to check on her.
The brass
knob rattled again.
“Almost
done,” she said as she tucked the towel more firmly about her body, mentally
smacking herself for forgetting to pack her long robe.
When she
unlocked the door, it flew open instantly. A shirtless Tristan stood there, holding
a towel, looking down at her with those hypnotic blue-green eyes.
Her eyes,
without approval from her brain, swept down over his body: the sculpted abs,
the indentations of his pelvic muscles, and the way his jeans hung low on his
hips. Hips she’d held and dug her nails into the other night as he’d pounded
into her. Her lower body twisted and clenched with sudden desire at the mere
memory of his raw, powerful possession of her. She couldn’t forget the feel of
his body, pressing her down, his cock filling her until she couldn’t breathe.
The way he’d owned every part of her.
Damn. How had
she convinced herself that avoiding him was a good idea? Right now she wanted
to drop the towel and beg him to take her, damn the consequences.
“Are you
finished?” His tone was pleasant. No hint of fire, no branding scorch of his
gaze…just politeness. He was doing exactly what she’d asked him to do. Treat
her like a stepsister he’d only just met. Before today’s awful revelation of
their parents’ engagement, he would have smirked at her, teased, and tried to
steal the towel… A pang of longing for the playful part of him swept through
her. God, she missed that.
What would it
take to win one little smile from him, one that was meant for her, and not
tempered by his polite distance.
I asked for
this. It didn’t make her feel any better.
“I’m done.”
Heat rushed to her face from embarrassment at her inner thoughts. Thankfully he
had no idea how conflicted she was feeling right now. Or how her body was
reacting to being so close to him and being denied his touch. Like a thirsty
woman crawling across a Saharan desert and glimpsing an island oasis only to
discover it was a mirage.
He made a
low, gruff noise, not exactly a response, but it sent shivers through her. She
couldn’t forget the sounds he’d made in bed two nights ago. He’d been
half-animal, growling, nipping, showing her a rough side to passion, one she
knew she would always crave. Tristan had pierced a dark part of her sexual
side, exposing it to the light, and she couldn’t deny that it existed, nor did
she want to.
He slid past
her, their bodies brushed in the narrow space of the doorway. Heat exploded
through her, and she froze, trying to control her reaction to him.
Tristan
froze, too, their bodies pressed close. His warm breath fanned her cheeks and
his natural masculine scent enveloped her. Memories of their night together
came flooding back, no matter how she tried to keep it out.
He lifted his
hand to her cheek, pausing a second before he would have touched her. She met
his gaze, her breaths shallow as his lips twitched in a ghost of a smile. Then
he brushed his knuckles over her skin. Fire rippled in the wake of that “barely
there” caress. Every part of her was aware of him and his closeness.
Would it be
so hard to keep a relationship between them a secret from their parents? Maybe
they could…
“Please…” she
begged, unsure of what she really wanted.
“Please,
what?” he replied, in that dark, low tone that made her purr inside like a cat
in heat. He slowly backed her into the wall next to the shower, closing the
door behind him. He placed his hands on either side of her head, caging her in,
and lowered his face to hers.
A
feather-light, teasing kiss. A nip at her bottom lip. She clenched her thighs
together, feeling the rush of wet heat in response to his subtle aggression.
How could he affect her like this? His touch, his kiss, sent her body into
riotous waves of longing for him.
He nuzzled
her neck, licking and nibbling on the sensitive spots that sent electric pulses
from her head to her toes.
Kat grabbed
his shoulders, digging her fingers into his hot, bare skin. The towel around
her body stretched against her breasts as she struggled to control her
breathing.
His hands
dropped from the wall to her waist, tugging on the folds of the towel that
barely covered her.
It would be
so easy, he could lift my towel up and fuck me right here against the wall.
Just one more time, we could…
The towel
dropped to the floor.
Author
Info
Lauren Smith, winner of the 2014
Historical International Digital Award, attended Oklahoma State University,
where she earned a B.A. in both history and political science. Drawn to
paintings and museums, Lauren is obsessed with antiques and satisfies her fascination
with history by writing and exploring exotic, ancient lands. She is currently
an attorney in Tulsa, Oklahoma.
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