Aces High 3

Wicked

Fuck.

I had closed the space between us without even thinking. My hand closing around her hair and dragging her head back.

I knew it was wrong, but I didn't let her go. I stepped closer into her space, and her small breasts pushed against my chest. Her nipples had pebbled up under the thin material of her dress, and my eyes darted downward.

What the fuck was I doing?

I should not be manhandling my best friends sister whilst imagining licking at her nipples. And I most definitely should not be walking her backwards into the ladies room.

It didn’t matter that she went without complaint. Her pretty eyes hooded and sultry as she looked up at me.

It didn’t fucking matter that she wanted me. Because it was wrong.

I just couldn’t help myself.

“I am well aware that I’m not your brother Chelsea.” My voice was nothing but a ragged whisper, but her eyes widened. For a second, she looked surprised. It puzzled me, that look. Surely she knew what she was fucking doing to me?

“Wicked…”