Better When He's Bold

“I would do anything for Dovie, anything. I have done things for her that made me hate the man I had to be in order to do them, but it was in her best interest. I admire you being able to put your own life down and pick up a different one out of loyalty to your sister, but somewhere in there, you need to remember she’s going to have to learn to take care of herself. She’ll eventually have to admit that your parents are fucked and move on with her own life. Dovie found the one person in the world to love who has the ability to insulate her from anything the Point wants to throw at her. Your sister will eventually have to find her stability as well. She won’t need you forever.”

I saw something flare deep in those cerulean eyes, a spark of pain, maybe of realization that I was right, but then it was gone and she was pressing up on her tiptoes and sealing her mouth over mine. I let my hands glide down her sides and fall under her backside. She had the nicest butt on any girl I had ever seen, the nicest body really. There was no end to all her curves and dips, and anywhere my hands decided to land, they were filled with firm and sexy flesh. The brief glimpse I had had of her out of her towel the last time we were this close together had been enough to burn out the image of any other female I might’ve seen naked in the last few years. All I could see was Brysen and her pretty, pale skin, her high breasts with perfectly pink nipples, and her most private of places that was just as elegant as the rest of her. She was a blond bombshell and I could feel my body urging me to stop playing around and finally seal the deal with her.

She was sucking on the tip of my tongue, her hands were working their way into the collar of my sweater, and the edge of her knee was rubbing ruthlessly against the very obvious erection straining at the front of my jeans. I was supposed to be making her night better, supposed to be taking care of her, making her feel all kinds of good, and here she was getting me so worked up, so turned on, that if I wasn’t careful, didn’t pull back a little, I wasn’t even going to make it inside that perfect body before blowing a load in my pants.

I gave her a hard kiss and pulled back with a low breath hissing between my teeth.

“As much as I like the idea of screwing you against the side of my car, considering you and it are the two most beautiful things I have ever seen, I should warn you that this entire place is wired like the White House. There are more video cameras watching what we’re doing right now than I want to think about. So if you don’t want an audience, we need to move this upstairs.”

She did that thing where she ran her tongue over the curve of her bottom lip and a soft pink flush heated up the crest of her cheekbones. Maybe the idea of having someone catch us in the act wasn’t such a deterrent to her after all. Brysen had a wild streak under all that cool composure, I knew it, had felt it in the bathroom the other night, and I couldn’t fucking wait to start melting some of those icy layers surrounding this girl. I had a feeling the deeper I got into her, the more and more things I would find that I really, really liked. Hell, I was already fascinated by her, she had my interest all tied up in her, and no other girl to date could claim that same distinction.

I took her hand and pulled her behind me into the garage. Titus’s voice rose up from the other day, taunting me, mocking me. How was I supposed to put the moves on her, seduce her and entice her inside of a place that was practically a hovel? Suddenly, not wanting anything and not having anything to show for what I had been doing in the last few months to take over Novak’s reign seemed like a foolish and self-sacrificing idea. I didn’t know what I had been trying to prove by not accumulating anything, by not staking claim to anything, but right about now I wished I had at least splurged on a kick-ass bed.

She was steady and sure in front of me. There was no hesitation in her gait, and when we rounded the corner into the loft she turned and put her hands on the center of my chest. I had to admit that I liked the bold streak in her. It matched the bold streak that ran wide through me and I enjoyed the way it contradicted the always polished and prim way she tended to appear on the outside. I think I felt a kind of bond in that. I knew the things that ran in my blood, the things that made me tick and were important to me, didn’t necessarily match the refined genes I had been born with. She pushed my jacket off my shoulders and it landed on the floor with a dull thud.

I caught her delicate wrists in each of my hands and started backing her toward the couch. I didn’t know that she was ever going to give me an opportunity like this again and I needed to take every second, every moment to prove to her that this thing between us was something she just needed to let happen. I wanted her to feel like it was as unstoppable as I felt it was.