Seducing The Innocent (A Forbidden Best Friend’s Little Sister Romance) (Forbidden Confessions Book 1) Read online

  Then he drops my tank top on the counter beside me and raises his hand. His warm palm cups my right breast. I suck in a breath at the shock of his hot touch.

  Then the fingers of his other hand trace some of the delicate veins under my pale skin, drawing closer and closer to my nipple but never actually touching it. The ache between my legs grows unbearable and my heart races as he repeats the process with the other breast, but this time, his thumb slips over its hard crest.

  I can’t help it; I moan.

  “You like that?”

  “Yes.” My voice is breathy.

  He hesitates. “Justin didn’t do this to you?”

  “No.”

  “Did he fuck you?”

  “No.”

  “You swear?”

  I nod. “I don’t want him.”

  “Good.” He sounds relieved.

  “Why? Do you want me to be alone?” I ask as he caresses my breasts again. “Despite what you and Shane always thought, I can’t be a virgin forever.”

  Eventually, I’ll find a man I can stomach having sex with. But I only want Oliver…

  He swallows, then frowns. “Your brother and I taught you to save yourself for someone who loves you and will value your gift. You should be adored. Justin seems like a worthless wanker who won’t care a whit about you the next day. When I’m gone, I have faith you’ll make the right choices for your life and your body.”

  I bite my lip. Oliver knows me well. I won’t go to bed with a guy just to say I finally had sex. Maybe I’m living in a fairy tale, but I really do want my first time to be special. I want to be with someone I love.

  Like Oliver, who suddenly stares at me as if I fascinate him. He caresses my breasts so tenderly I nearly cry.

  Why is he touching me this way if he’s leaving? The question frustrates me and ignites my temper. “Well, now that you’re packing up and heading out, you don’t have to worry about me anymore. I’ll find someone to take my V-card. I’m an adult, so it’s not like saving it is a big deal anymore.”

  “It fucking is.” Oliver grabs my shoulders, and his stare delves deep into me as if he’s determined to make me understand. “Christ. For that remark, I should spank your ass so red you can’t sit for a week.”

  I suck in a breath, wide-eyed. Three years ago, that threat would have sent me running for cover. Oliver is the sort of man who means what he says. If he threatens, he follows through. But today, I’m not scared. In fact, I like the idea of his hand on my ass. My pussy clenches again.

  “What else do you want to do to me?” I say breathlessly.

  He feathers his thumbs across my sensitive nipples in tandem. My knees buckle. I have to hold on to the counter to stay upright. And when he pinches both tips lightly, tingles zing through my body. Slowly melting, I suck in a breath and fight the urge to beg him to touch me more. I force myself to wait for Oliver’s answer because, while I know he likes sex, I’m not convinced his erection means he desires me.

  One of his warm hands leaves my breast and skates down my waist, settling over my hip to bring me closer. I can smell a hint of toothpaste and coffee on his breath.

  “Have you let any of those tossers you’ve dated kiss you, Kayla?”

  I swallow. What will he do if I tell him the truth? “A few.”

  He scowls as if my answer pains him. “Did you like it?”

  I wanted to, but… “It was all right. No one has blown my panties off.”

  I suspect Oliver could.

  His eyes soften. “Kissing can be wonderful. Someday, when you find a man you care about, one who knows what he’s doing, you’ll love it.”

  I have a man I very much care about standing right in front of me, and the thought of kissing Oliver makes my body throb in arousal. I sway closer, pressing my aching breasts against his chest. “What about you? I’ll bet you know what you’re doing.”

  The second the words leave my mouth, my heart careens out of control.

  “I shouldn’t kiss you, Kayla,” Oliver practically groans.

  “Please,” I beg. “Just once.” When he stares at my lips, they tingle. Everything in my body flushes hot. Even my skin feels too tight. And the ache between my legs coils relentlessly. “You’ve already touched my breasts.”

  “Are you bloody trying to kill me?” His voice sounds rough with need.

  That excites me even more.

  “Is one kiss asking so much?” I clasp his T-shirt in my fists and tilt my face under his.

  He hesitates for a long moment, his eyes searching mine, nostrils flaring, jaw rigid.

  “Kayla,” he growls. “Goddamn it…”

  Just when I’m sure he’s going to walk away, Oliver grabs me by the nape, holding me immobile. His breathing turns hard and rough. I tremble. He’s wrestling with himself. My heart revs. What is he thinking? Is there any chance he’ll kiss me?

  Suddenly, he jerks me against his body and seizes my lips.

  His tongue invades, sliding against mine until I tingle, caressing until I moan. He teases me. He possesses me. He inhales me with his hunger. And oh, my god, I kiss him back with everything I feel because he’s blowing my mind and igniting my body.

  I feel utterly owned.

  This is so much better than any lip-lock I’ve endured from the fumbling boys I’ve dated. This passion is everything I’ve wanted from Oliver.

  He grips my waist, caresses his way down to the swells of my hips, then yanks me against him so he can knead the cheeks of my ass and notch his erection against my barely covered pussy. I cry out, but he swallows the sound with another ferocious kiss, nipping at my lips and sampling me with his tongue before delving back inside.

  Helplessly, I throw my arms around his neck and drown in sensations. His free hand captures my breast again, squeezing and roughing my nipple. I swelter at the possessive feel of his touch.

  Suddenly, he jerks away and steps back, panting raggedly. “Do you like kissing now?”

  “When you do it, I love it,” I confess. “Will you do it again?”

  He closes his eyes. “I shouldn’t.”

  “But I want you to.”

  “Kayla…no. This needs to stop now. Push me away.”

  I don’t. I won’t. Instead, I ease closer, slide against him, and press my lips to his in invitation.

  Oliver grabs me. He stiffens, breathing hard and fast.

  And his resistance runs out.

  With a groan, he takes my mouth again and reaches between us, cupping the swelling flesh between my legs. Through my thin underwear, he rubs me in beguiling circles. “Fuck, you’re wet.”

  “It’s your fault,” I breathe as Oliver presses harder against my cunt.

  “What the devil…” He frowns and pulls away.

  Is something wrong with me? “What?”

  Scowling, he grabs the waistband of my boy shorts, shoves them down to my thighs, and affixes his gaze there. His eyes bulge. My knees wobble. The air feels thick and heavy.

  “You shave?” he croaks.

  I tremble. “Yes.”

  “If you’ve never had a lover, why?”

  I once overheard him and Shane talking about women. Oliver said he preferred them bare. He’s still staring at my naked mound with a hungry gaze, looking as if he intends to eat me whole. More heat suffuses me, and the ache between my legs cranks up, tightening unmercifully.

  The hand he stroked over my underwear clenches into a fist at his side. The lights of the bathroom are bright, and as I shift my weight from one leg to the other, I can feel how wet I am. There’s no way Oliver can’t see it.

  “Do you like it?”

  “Christ, you look so sweet,” he chokes out as he eases his fingers toward me, then softly caresses my bare flesh. “So wet. So smooth and pretty.”

  I bite my lip—and decide to take a risk. If I want this to continue, I have to. “I did it for you.”

  His gaze bounces up to mine. “Did you? Oh, love…”

  Before I can answer, his fi
ngers part my slick folds. He finds my clit. I jolt at the contact.

  He rubs slowly. Under his sure touch, I feel as if I’m coming undone, unraveling from the inside out. Unconsciously, I spread my legs wider.

  “Fuck.” He swallows and eases the tips of his fingers into my virginal opening. “I shouldn’t do this, but you feel so silky and hot and… I’ve had so many fantasies about touching you. How am I supposed to stay away?”

  As soon as his words make it past the pleasure reeling through my brain, I gasp and grab on to his arms. “You’ve wanted me?”

  As if speaking the question brings him back to his senses, he jerks away. “Why do you bloody think I’m leaving? Shane would’ve had my balls for desiring you this way.”

  Oliver can’t leave because he worries what my brother might have thought. I refuse to let him.

  I reach out and grab his erection through his jeans. He groans long and low, head tossed back like he’s in pain, but his expression fills with pleasure.

  Oh, wow. His cock is so thick I can barely get my hand around it. And as I start to stroke him like some of my sorority sisters have dished about doing to their boyfriends, I can feel how long and strong he is.

  I panic a little. The times I’ve masturbated, I’ve had trouble getting more than one of my own fingers up there. How will he shove all of this inside me? Will it burn and sting as he batters his way deep?

  I know my first time will hurt. That worries me, but if I can persuade him to say yes, Oliver will make it good. He cares about me, and I’m willing to do anything to make him stay.

  Pressing my mouth to his and slipping my tongue inside, I unbuckle his belt and reach for his zipper.

  He grabs my wrists. “Kayla.”

  “Please. You want me. I want you. We’re adults. Shane is gone. Why shouldn’t we have each other? And maybe you can stay. We could make it work, even be like…a new family.”

  Oliver

  Nothing Kayla said could tempt me more.

  Shane’s little sister is idealistic; I know that. But when it comes to her, so am I. She can’t possibly know that my fantasies about her aren’t purely sexual—though there are plenty of hot, sweaty, forbidden notions about her running through my head and contributing to my spank bank. But the notion of creating a family with Kayla sends my desire ratcheting to another level.

  My parents divorced when I was a teenager. Shitty situation. They were both assholes, wanting me to take sides. They argued over me, then tried to buy my loyalty. When that didn’t work, they each tried to poison me against the other. As soon as I could, I moved to a flat with some friends. But that wasn’t far enough to escape them.

  So when I finally scraped enough money together, I bought a plane ticket and headed across the pond. I’d known Shane from an online gaming forum for years. He welcomed me with open arms and became the brother I never had. Though things are better with my parents now, I still consider Shane my real family because he was there for me when it counted. I miss the crazy bastard every day.

  Kayla…is different. No matter how much I willed it, she never felt like a sister to me. The moment I set eyes on her, I wanted her. Because I was so much older and more experienced, Shane didn’t approve. Yes, he’s gone, but I still feel as if I owe him my allegiance.

  How the hell can I make Kayla understand that and back away without hurting her feelings? Because if I kiss her again—big mistake—or put my hands on her once more—an even bigger mistake—I may not be able to stop what happens next.

  “Oliver…” she murmurs, looking so soft and appealing, even under the bright bathroom lights. “Please.”

  “Your brother—”

  “Would want us both to be happy. You know that’s true.”

  I can’t deny that, just like I can’t deny that Kayla isn’t underage and in high school anymore.

  Damn her doe eyes. The way she’s looking at me like she’s aching and only I can cure her gets to me. I want to give in; I know I shouldn’t. She’s right in front of me, so close I can smell her musky-vanilla scent that often ruins my concentration and plagues my sleep.

  “I need you.”

  Bloody hell. She’s begging and basically naked. I want to be stronger…but a man has his limits.

  Kayla just trampled all over mine.

  I shut off my brain and close my eyes, then let out a damning curse before I lunge into her personal space. I grind my mouth over hers, tongue plunging in ravenous strokes. She softens and moans. And I drown in her taste.

  I can’t resist her hard nipples, either. They’re mere inches from my fingers, inviting me.

  When I pinch the hard peaks again, she sucks in a sharp breath. Her kiss turns frenzied, and she moans with these little sounds that make me itch to strip off her clothes.

  It’s ten times worse when she reaches for my zip again and works her fingers into my pants and breaches my briefs.

  Just before she grabs my cock, I find the will to break our kiss and grab her shoulders, holding her at arm’s length. I can’t seem to catch my fucking breath.

  “Stop there, Kayla. Before this goes too far. Before we do something you’ll regret.”

  She blinks at me. The need and love in her eyes are unmistakable. “I would never regret you, Oliver. Ever.”

  I swallow. “You would. You don’t understand how badly I ache for you. I’ve been fighting this, taking cold showers every morning, and jacking off every night. I feel wretched for wanting you so badly in every way. But I’m being brutally honest.”

  “Don’t feel guilty. I’ve wanted you, too. You’ve been here for me for years, supported and cared for me. Let me give some of that love back to you.”

  I shake my head. “I’m no good for you. Experience life before someone like me ties you down.”

  She ignores my speech and starts tearing at my shirt. “Why? I’d rather experience life with you.”

  I brush her hands away. “When it comes to you, I’m already too possessive. Gavin asked you out last month, and I wanted to crush him. I’d like to gouge Justin’s eyes out simply for looking at your breasts.”

  A soft smile breaks across her face. “Really?”

  “It’s no cause for celebration,” I snarl. “What do you think will happen between us if you give me your virginity?”

  The question makes her frown and reminds me how innocent she is. “We’ll be together.”

  “I’ll consider you mine. I’ll have you naked and flat on your back every chance I get. I’ll be inside you constantly. And I won’t let you go.”

  Rather than chasing her away, my words seem to arouse her. It’s obvious in the blush that blooms in her cheeks and the hardening of her pretty, dark nipples. She presses a hand against her chest, where I see her heart beating hard at the base of her neck.

  “You mean that?” Wonder laces her words.

  I scowl. Why isn’t anything I say bloody scaring her off? “Of course. And you should heed my warning.”

  “If I was yours, would you stay here, instead of going back to London?”

  Doesn’t Kayla understand? Maybe not. She’s innocent. If I spell it out for her, hopefully she’ll grasp the gravity of what she’s asking and run shrieking in the other direction.

  I grasp her chin and force her to look into my eyes. “If you let me fuck you—even once—you’ll never be rid of me. Perhaps that sounds caveman to you. I don’t care. I’ll bury myself deep in your cunt every day. Several times a day. You’ll want to go out with your friends, go to parties, have fun. Flirt with other men.” I shake my head. “I’ll throw you down, kiss you breathless, and fuck you until you’re too exhausted to move. You’ll miss everything you should be experiencing just out of university. Because I’m a selfish prick, guilt won’t stop me from reaching for you in the middle of the night and working my cock into you. Then again, when you try to sleep late on weekends, I’ll be waking you to take more of me. I’ll be merciless. Nooners will be frequent. Dinners will be delayed. And I won’t car
e because I’ll be too insistent to make you remember who you belong to and too determined to have you scream my name.”

  With every word, her eyes grow wider. Her cheeks get redder. I try to resist a glance down at her untouched pussy…but I’m weak. It’s wetter than before.

  Oh, fuck. She’s aroused by what I said?

  “If you’ll stay here with me…” she whispers, “then I don’t need bars or parties or other guys. I want you. Yes. Yes to all of it.”

  I shake my head. “Damn it, don’t you understand? You’re a fever that makes me burn, and I’ll ruin your life trying to put out the flame. I’ll take everything you have to give and demand more.”

  “That’s okay. I—”

  “It’s not. I’ll shove my cock down your throat, Kayla, and make you learn to take me so deep, my load will never even hit your tongue. Before you’ve had time to catch your breath, I’ll turn you around and bend you over to work my cock into that sweet backside. And make no mistake, I’ll enjoy every squeal. Your pleading won’t have any effect on me. I’ll have you stripped and my cock filling one of your perfect little holes all the time. You’ll beg me for mercy. But when it comes to you, I have none.”

  “Maybe you mean for all of that to sound terrible. But it doesn’t. It only makes me want you more,” she whispers. “I’m still saying yes, Oliver. I always will.”

  “I don’t want to be that bastard who robs you of choices. I couldn’t bear for you to hate me.”

  “Hate? I’m the one asking you for more. You’ve been half my world for the last three years. With Shane’s passing, I realize just how important you are. How much I care. I’m not ready to lose you.”

  I scowl. “You consider me your brother.”

  “No. I tried to…but I’ve never thought of you that way.” Kayla takes a deep breath like she’s gathering her courage. “I love you.”

  Seriously? I rake a hand through my hair. Her admission undoes me completely.

  I seize the back of her neck and drag her face to mine until our lips brush. “Fuck, I love you, too. That’s been my dirty secret for years.”

  “Really? Oh, my god. Oliver!” Joy lightens her face. “Then you have to stay. We can move if this house reminds you of Shane too much, but we can be together—”