“I’ll try not to,” she says, tucking her hair behind her ear with a slight blush staining her cheeks.“Hey, do you want to listen to some music?” I ask, trying to lighten the mood even more while we unwind.“Sure,” she replies, her eyes flitting to my own, then away again.“I always say that music makes the ride more fun,” I admit, enjoying the way that she held my gaze just a minute ago. She has the prettiest brown eyes that I’ve ever seen. They’re a chocolate shade with a hint of molten caramel in the iris.“I agree,” she comments quietly. “Christmas music is my jam.”I didn’t say anything about Christmas music, but okay.“Christmas music coming right up here,” I announce before turning on the car radio.A few seconds later, I manage to find a radio station that’s playing Christmas songs. Then I adjust the radio dial to make sure it sounds okay and turn up the volume.There, that’s better.I stay quiet for the rest of the drive, willing my erection to go downAs soon as we arrive at
My heart does a flip flop and loses its rhythm for a second. “Oh,” I reply, my cheeks flaming. “That’s right. Yeah, there’s a bunch I want to try.”My goodness, what am I saying? I sound so awkward and stiff.To his credit though, Chase has really gone out of his way to make me feel comfortable and welcome here.God, he’s so gorgeous.He has dark brown hair and deep-sea blue eyes. With a chiseled jaw and lips that are beyond inviting, I bet that women go crazy for him. His gaze is so intense I feel I can’t look away, and whenever he talks to me, I get this tingly feeling in my nipples.I should be ashamed of myself.I don’t have a lot of experience with men, but I know that this means that my virgin body is wanting and needing sex. And with, of all people, my new stepbrother.Stop it, Emma.Stop thinking about him like that.You’re a filthy girl, aren’t you? my inner voice berates me.Yes, yes…YES.I recite a silent mantra for inner balance but each time the tingling happens, I feel a
“Nothing, I’m fine.”“No,” Chase insists. “Please tell me.”“Well, it’s just that we’re right under the mistletoe.”His brows knit. “And?”“And you get seven years of bad luck for ignoring a mistletoe.”“Let me help you with that.” Chase leans over and kisses me lightly on my cheek. “There, don’t you feel better now?” He smiles. “So you can relax—there’s no need to worry any more.”I feel my cheeks turn red. “Um…I’m not sure it works like that.”“They’re parasitic plants, though,” he remarks playfully. “Can they really be that picky?”“Unfortunately, yes. A mistletoe kiss needs to be REAL to combat bad luck. It must be a stolen kiss, too,” I explain, my face burning with embarrassment. “Actually, just forget it.”“Stolen?”“Let’s just forget the whole thing. It’s all my fault for not noticing that mom hung the plant right by the Christmas tree! I’m just always trying to avoid—” I don’t get to finish my sentence because Chase grabs me by my hair and pins me to the wall. Then he kisses
My lips quirk up on one side. “Heck yeah. Let’s go to the mall.”☆☆☆☆☆Emma:::I have always been a good girl. But Chase brought out a side of me I hadn’t known existed. It’s a bad girl side that wants to mess with his head and give him a taste of his own medicine.Mmm…I love the intense look that he gave me in the kitchen right after Mama gave him the scare of his life.Did he really think I’d tell on him?I can’t wait to play more pranks on Chase. He's the brother that I never had. Um, minus the butterflies in my stomach that he keeps giving me.Oh God.The butterflies in my stomach are worse since he kissed me.The memory is still so vivid.How can I forget his tongue in my mouth and the possessive way that he grabbed me by my hair?Heck, I’ve never been kissed like that before.I know that it was just a mistletoe kiss…but I want him to kiss me again.God, you’re pathetic, Emma, my inner voice says.Why is everyone in a relationship, but me?Because UNLIKE YOU, they’re not a jinx.
What are you talking about?” I say before nudging her nose with mine. Then, unable to resist, my lips lean in toward hers. “That’s my favorite Christmas movie.”“There’s no Christmas magic nor kissing in that one,” she points out.“We’ll add our own in its place.”“Wow. I think you two look great posing just like that,” a mall photographer calls out to us. “Would you lovebirds like a holiday photo taken to create greeting cards to send out?”“No. NO photo, thank you,” I say, quickly snapping out of my trance. I really shouldn’t be holding my stepsister like this in front of everyone.With wide eyes, Emma stares down at the bulging tent in my pants. “Um, you’re—” her words stop short.“Don’t look at it,” I grumble.“I can’t help it. It’s kind of hard to miss,” she jokes, blushing. “Should I stand in front of you and hide it like I did last night?”Hide it, huh? “Honestly, the best place to hide it would be deep inside you. Don’t you agree?”Her mouth falls open and then she blushes aga
Her expression falls a little, but she shrugs it off quickly. “You don’t have to—”“I mean, I want to look at you—just not in that way,” I add before releasing her wrists. “I like what I see too much. You’re too tempting not to want to break the rules for.”She stares up at me through her lashes and smiles. “You were my first kiss.”I blink, confused. “Your first?”“Well not my first, but my first REAL good kiss. No guy has ever kissed me until I went dizzy and my toes curled.”I stare down at her lips and instantly imagine her feeling dizzy from our kiss. And then I picture her toes curling and her knees wobbly from the force of her desire. Fuck. The image goes right to my groin, and I swallow hard. “You see what I mean? We shouldn’t discuss things beyond the topic of brother and sister stuff,” I say firmly. But then, unable to resist the urge, I reach over and tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. “But since you brought it up, I need to know why.”“After my dad died, my mom was
Her hips buck up against my mouth. “Aaahhhh!”“Shhh…” I reach up and shove a pillow over her mouth to muffle her moans. Then I go back to eating her out until she has a body shaking orgasm.A few minutes later, I come up from under the blankets and hug her to me. Then I bury my nose in her hair. She smells amazing. “Are you warmer now, angel?” I whisper against her ear.She sighs adorably. “I’m definitely warmer now.”“Good—all the more reason for you to go right to sleep.”“And if I don’t?” she asks, her voice impish and playful.“Well, let’s just say that you don’t have a pillow thick enough to hide your moans as I fuck you to sleep.”Her mouth falls open in disbelief. “But Chase…I don’t even know how.”“What?”“I’m a virgin,” she admits, her eyes looking down.I cup her chin and lift her gaze to meet mine. “You won’t be for long if I don’t leave right now,” I admit. Then I press my mouth to hers one more time before sneaking out of her room.☆☆☆☆☆☆Emma:::The next day…ChristmasT
“Emma, like I said last night, as long as you’re staying in my old bedroom, you have to play by my rules. Or we can simply drop the pretense. I want you and I know you want me,” he says before pressing a finger into my slit over the fabric of my panties.“You need to leave before we get caught.” I push him away, but he pulls me closer and kisses me. In an instant, all of my irritation is gone.“Does Richard make your pussy wet, Emma?” he snarls against my lips, holding me tighter.“NO!”“Well, then it’s time for you to convince me that you only get wet for me,” Chase huffs. Then he drops to his knees, lifts my skirt and pulls my panties aside.“Aaah,” I bite back a moan as he mercilessly sucks my clit completely into his mouth.“Dinner is fucking served,” he growls against my pussy as he licks me deep. “Isn’t it, Emma? This is my real dinner tonight. Admit it.”“Chase, we can’t. You have to leave before we get caught,” I pant before cupping his sexy chiseled jaw.Lust-filled blue eyes