How About Another Excerpt?

Good morning, all! Happy Sunday!

How about another excerpt to, hopefully, get your skin tingling? 😉

JONATHON FOUGHT PANGS of jealousy as he entered the home. He hadn’t thought of himself as the marrying kind, but dammit if the fact that Dean had a woman like Lexie didn’t just piss him off. He could practically see his scrawny brother walking through the halls, not giving a shit about anyone but himself. Maybe scrawny wasn’t the right choice of words, but he’d always been smaller than Jonathon, and Dean had always hated him for it. They shared their mother’s dark hair and green eyes, but that was where the similarities ended.

The house was warm and inviting, everything his life wasn’t. Framed pictures adorned the walls and fireplace mantel, while pastel candles accented the furniture. Big fluffy pillows lay on the couch, and he knew without touching they’d be soft as hell. The kind of pillows you leaned against while your woman rested her head on your lap and you watched a movie or TV show in the evening. Structure. Routine. Seemingly simple and unimportant acts that were nothing short of intimacy. What would that be like? Hell, what would that be like with Lexie?

Jonathon stood with his hands in his pockets while Lexie slipped off her heels and placed them in the closet.

“Do you want a drink or anything?” she asked. In that moment, looking at her bare feet, short black skirt, and sparkly red tank top, he couldn’t take it anymore. He was through fighting his feelings. From the first day he’d met her to the wedding and every short meeting thereafter, he’d been in a constant state of angst. He tried his best to keep his distance from her; then he’d go home and stroke one out, imagining what she felt like, what her tits looked like, what she tasted like. He was done torturing himself.

The air around them changed, and he knew she felt it too. Five years of sexual tension wound in one thick, tight ball that stood right between them, threatening to pop and destroy everything in its path. When her eyes went hazy and she moved her leg to squeeze her thighs together for the hundredth time that night, he snapped.

Walking straight toward her like a man possessed, he grabbed her hips and lifted her enough to walk her backward, pinning her to the wall. Her eyes opened wide as she leaned her head back, flattening her palms on either side of her. If she gave him the okay, he’d have her in bed for sure. Keeping his eyes locked on hers, he placed his palm on her chest right beneath her collarbone. His hand lifted and lowered with her quick, shallow breaths; he slowly inched it up until he cradled her chin and neck. Her skin was soft and silken, like he’d known it would be. His erection swelled almost painfully against his jeans, and as he nestled it against her tummy, he could feel the heat from her sex. Slowly, he licked his lips and lowered his mouth until it hovered above hers. “Want to play a game?”

“Wh-what?”she asked breathlessly.

Her stare bored into his as he bunched up the bottom of her skirt until he could see a sexy-as-hell pair of red lace panties. He wanted, no, he needed to see what was beneath those panties.

“What are you doing?” she asked, making no move to stop him.

“What I’m doing is getting us ready for our game, baby. This game is called Wet and Get. I’m going to stick my hand in those cock-tease panties of yours, and if I find that you’re not wet, I’ll walk out of this house right now.” He pointed his thumb toward the front door.

She opened her mouth to say something, but he quickly leaned down and bit her bottom lip, hard. As her eyes widened, he released her lip and soothed the spot with his tongue. “But if I find that your sweet little pussy is nice and wet for me, and judging how you’re rubbing your thighs together I’m pretty positive it is, then I finally get it.” He squeezed her mound to emphasize his point. “And darlin’, you have no idea how much I want you.”

“We… We can’t,” she whispered pitifully, as if the words hurt her.

“Why the hell not?”He let out a frustrated sigh. It took every bit of restraint he had to keep himself from slowly rubbing his cock against her. “I know you’re hurting, and I know you want me as badly as I want you. Please, darlin’, let me be the one to stop your ache.”

She practically moaned at his words. “I’m married. I’m married to your brother.” She emphasized that point like he’d somehow forgotten his shit luck. As if he could ever forget the one woman who made his heart thunder had promised herself to someone else. Someone not worthy of her.

“If you can tell me, honestly, that you don’t want this”—he pushed against her with his erection—“then I’ll stop right now and leave. But tell the truth and don’t run from it for once. We both know we need each other, for what reason, I have no fucking clue, but it’s the truth.” Rubbing his nose against hers, he lowered his voice to a whisper.“You want to know a secret?” He leaned forward and slowly took her earlobe between his teeth, smiling at her hungry moan before murmuring in her ear, “Dean’s a little twat, and he doesn’t deserve you. If he treated you well, that’d be one thing, but I know he doesn’t because I’ve fucking seen it, and you’re too good to try to get out. You tell me, right now, that you don’t feel what we have, and I’ll walk out that door.”

Her throat moved as she swallowed, her breathing heavy and ragged. After a brief stare down, she finally spoke. “Of course I want you. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone in my entire life.” She lowered her eyes toward her panties as if silently daring him. Dare taken, baby. He placed his forehead against hers, lightly slid his fingertips underneath the elastic top of her panties, and continued downward.