Seduction
Her British Stepbrother (Part 2)
Lauren Smith
Releasing March 8th, 2016
Forever Yours
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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Kat had just stepped out
of the shower and wrapped a towel around her body when she heard the doorknob
rattle.
“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.
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.
Make sure to pick up FORBIDDEN (Part 1) and
Pre-Order CLIMAX (Part 3) coming May 3rd, 2016
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