Billionaire Stepbrother: Winter (Our Forbidden Year Book 3) by Emilia Beaumont

Chapter One

    N ineteen. She’s only nineteen. I must be out of my goddamn mind.
    I closed my eyes. I had to have her; there were no two ways about it. I tried to be sensible, to be logical, but our situation required me to abandon her and give her up. Yet for all my strength, I couldn’t stay away, couldn’t resist. Heaven knows I tried. All the hours I spent distracting myself, and what good did it do? It brought me full–circle, right back to her.
    I should have tried harder. Should have listened to my head and not my heart.
    Aimee shuffled beneath the covers beside me, dreaming, and the bed gave out a tiny squeak. I couldn’t stop looking at her and I would gladly have forgone sleep just to keep watching.
    Her pale back was pressed up against me as we lay spooning on our sides; the curve of her behind was nestled into my naked lap.
    I knew full well that I shouldn’t have come here again, yet each night, I returned. Overpowered by my own emotions. But when I looked at her, listening to her soft inhales and whispering exhales that tickled the hairs on my arm, I couldn’t force myself to leave.
    I traced a finger along her side; Aimee moaned in her sleep as the trail of my fingertips dipped at her waist. God, how I wanted to take her right then. To stay locked away with her and forget everything and everyone.
    My cock burrowed between her silky cheeks, and I felt myself stiffen as I ran a hand over her warm, practically glowing skin. The heat from her peach of a bum burned against me, and my heart thudded loud in my ears.
    This girl, no… this woman, I corrected myself, would be the undoing of me. Even while she’s asleep, she has the utmost control over me.
    My tongue ran the length of my bottom lip. I wanted to drag my tongue over every one of her visible and hidden surfaces, tasting her again. My pulse quickened at the thought and urged me to have her. The span of my hand encompassed her soft belly, and I drew her near. My hips moved automatically, causing a wave of pressure to build in me as my cock brushed up against her. I moved my foot, then my leg, in between hers, opening her up wide, giving me full access as I kissed a trail from her vulnerable neck to down her shoulder blades.
    Aimee moaned again, which made me want her even more. Her head started to lift from the pillow, and her eyes flickered as the last remnants of sleep drifted from her mind.
    “Don’t wake up,” I whispered.
    “Mmm,” she replied.
    With my leg propping hers open like a butterfly, her creamy centre exposed, I eased my hand over her bum from behind and gave it a squeeze before dipping a finger slowly between her wet lips. I groaned with pleasure at how wet she was for me, and it took all my willpower not to thrust myself deep into her right away, forgoing any semblance of foreplay.
    I breathed deeply and tried to focus my mind.
    Aimee didn’t help when her arm reached around and stroked my side. Her hand reached in between us and grazed my swollen shaft. Colours danced in front of my eyes; I was ready to explode.
    “I have a better idea,” I said as I captured her arm and eased it behind her back, stopping her from cutting what I had planned for her short. “Give me your other arm, too,” I whispered into her ear, licking the tip of her earlobe.
    Still barely awake, Aimee obeyed and moved her right arm from under the pillow and tucked it between her side and the mattress, then behind her.
    I held her arms in a crisscrossed position at the wrist, using only one hand just above the base of her spine to keep her pinned. What I wouldn’t have given for some ropes or ties right then. I wanted to keep her still, at my mercy, while I pleasured her to the brink of ecstasy.
    My other hand continued to tease her sodden folds, occasionally circling her hardening little nub. She whimpered as I took my finger away.
    “Oh, don’t stop,” Aimee gasped as she wriggled her body back towards my finger.
    “Stay still. If you don’t, you