BEST FRIEND’S BROTHER

“Kaleb…?”

Even the way she spoke his name, so huskily, so warily, was arousing. Too much so for Kaleb to be able to resist tasting her. Just one taste, he promised himself. One taste of her lips, with the feel of those slender curves pressed against his much harder ones, the crush of the softness of her breasts against his chest, her thighs against his, and then he would let her go… if she wanted him to.

Sasha barely had time to do anything before his arms moved about her. He pulled her in tightly against the hardness of his body and his head lowered so that his mouth could claim hers.

Fiercely. Hungrily. Crushing, parting her lips beneath his as he deepened the kiss. His tongue surged past her lips and into the heated cavern of her mouth. The hands she had raised clung to him. Her fingers curled into the front of his shirt as she met and returned the intensity of that kiss. Those fingers tightened and she held onto the material for support as desire ripped shockingly through her body. She could feel her breasts swelling, the nipples hard and aching, the warmth between her thighs becoming a burning sensation as she felt herself becoming wet and swollen with a need she had never known before.

She could feel the pulse of Kaleb’s arousal against the flatness of her stomach as he pressed her even closer against him. Every long, thick, hard inch of him throbbed rhythmically against her, in a promise that would ease the increasing ache between Sasha’s own thighs as he surged powerfully inside her. She was stunned by everything. She felt confused; she could feel herself tremble with reaction. She frowned slightly, her mouth opened.

Kaleb pressed a finger to her mouth. The softness of her lips and her warm breath made him harder, and he almost groaned out loud with the need to take her now, to sink into her yielding, silky warmth. But he knew that she wasn’t far from letting her head take over, from possibly pushing him away. “Don’t think. Don’t speak. Just feel.”

This time when his mouth touched hers it was slightly open. Breaths mingled and wove together, and for one split second neither of them breathed. And then Kaleb slid his tongue between her lips and Sasha’s hands clutched at his shoulders. When she felt him snake a hand under her top, to feel the skin above her trousers, the curve of her waist, her legs trembled in earnest.

Their kisses stilled for a second, as if he was waiting to see what signal she would give. She nipped his lower lip gently and she could feel him half-smile against her mouth.

His hand slid higher over her smooth back, to just below the clasp of her bra. His hand was so big she imagined it could span her entire back. With a practiced flick of his wrist and fingers, he opened the clasp. Sasha felt her bra loosen, but she was lost in a maelstrom of lust so strong that she wanted nothing more than for him take the weight and fullness of her breast into his palm-which he promptly did, sliding his whole hand around her ribs as if loath not to caress every part of her. The sensation was so shockingly electric that she gasped and wrenched her mouth from his, breathing jerkily.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

His other hand still cradled her head; their bodies were still fused at every conceivable point. She was on her tiptoes to try and keep his hardness there, at the apex of her thighs where a loud, heavy beat of blood called to her.

She couldn’t do anything but look up into his glittering, aroused gaze as his hand cupped her heavy flesh and his thumb moved back and forth over the tingling, tight peak of her nipple.

She bit her lip, and he bent his head to whisper hotly in her ear, “I want to take it into my mouth until you come apart in my arms…until you’re so wet that sliding into you will be the easiest thing in the world.”

A million things were hurtling into Sasha’s head. Past experiences, warnings, wants and confusion reigned. What was happening to her? She should be shocked, but she wasn’t. She’d never thought in a million years she could respond like this, and yet they had done little more here and now than she’d already experienced at teen discos years ago. But then she surprised herself even further when she whispered back, “Then do it!” She couldn’t play games, couldn’t deny that she wanted him. She’d been waiting for this moment for so long.

Kaleb emitted a guttural sound of satisfaction and pulled her in so tight against him she didn’t know if it was his heartbeat or hers she could feel thumping so loudly and heavily. His mouth seemed to hover over hers for a long moment, as if relishing the anticipation, the moment, and then, with one hand spearing her hair possessively, his mouth slanted down onto hers, and Sasha gave herself up to the maelstrom that erupted instantly around them.

Without really knowing how they’d got there, Sasha found herself standing in her bedroom, facing him. Both were breathing harshly. Her universe had contracted to this moment and this man. Even though it was wrong, it felt utterly right, as necessary as breathing.

She held her top to her chest, not even knowing how it had become undone, and with a deep ragged breath let it go. She kicked off her shoes trousers and stood before Kaleb in nothing but lace pants.

“Come here,” he said throatily.

Sasha moved forward and started to undo his shirt, fingers grazing and revealing dark olive skin covered in a smattering of dark hair. He was so masculine, and it resonated with something deep within her.

Recognition of a mate. Her belly quivered. He hadn’t touched her yet, and it was all the more erotic for that. Her breasts felt full and aching and tight, the tips tingling painfully. Kate pushed his shirt off his shoulders and down his arms, and it too joined her shirt in a pool of white on the floor.

She trailed her hands down across his defined pectorals, felt his indrawn sharp breath as her fingers trailed lower. She looked down, traced his abs lightly, and then bent forward to press a soft kiss to it.