interest was because she was afraid to lose his affection to Steph.
Time to get that idea right out of her head.
“Ashley, I don’t want you thinking we have to do anything…well, like what me and Steph do. I wouldn’t love you any less if I had a normal girlfriend.”
Her shoulders slumped and she hugged her knees tight. “You don’t want me.”
“Are you fucking kidding?” His lips snapped together. Nice, that will make her feel much better . “I just don’t want you to think anything…sexual is necessary for us to be close. You’re a beautiful woman. I can’t help but want you. But that doesn’t mean we have to—”
“It’s probably better if we don’t.” Ashley rubbed her arms and sucked her teeth. “I’m no good anyway. Steph probably knows what she’s doing. She probably didn’t have to convince you to sleep with her.”
Colin laughed.
The glare she gave him was fit to slice and dice. “You think that’s funny? I guess you haven’t noticed the guys lined up for a piece of our perfect stepsister. I always wondered why she turned them all down. Now I know.” Her bottom lip trembled. “Why would she want them when she has you?”
Before she could look down again, he curved his hand under her chin and forced her to face him. “Steph seduced me. Believe me, keeping it in the family wasn’t on my ‘to do’ list.” He traced her bottom lip with his thumb. “It just happened. And I don’t regret it. I just don’t want you to.”
“I won’t.” She tried to bite her lip and her teeth grazed his thumb. “But you might. I suck.”
I certainly hope so. Lips pressed together, he held back a grin. And managed not to laugh. He was learning. When he felt sure he could manage a level tone, he asked. “What makes you think that?”
She shrugged and fixed her gaze on his shoulder when he wouldn’t let her turn away. “Bobby was a sweetie, but I knew he didn’t really enjoy…doing it. No matter how hard he tried, I didn’t…” Her jaw worked and she frowned. “I’m not normal.”
Now this was interesting. Ashley wasn’t a virgin. That much he’d figured. But she’d never had an orgasm?
Bless you for being a lousy lay, Bobby . He leaned a little closer to her. “Have you ever tried doing it for yourself.”
The pink already coloring her cheeks darkened to a blotchy red. She jerked away from him. “Yes, damn you. I just can’t.”
“And you thought that would make me want you less?”
Lips pursed, she scowled at him. “Maybe not. For all I know, you’d be happy to stick it anywhere.”
He chuckled and shook his head. Then he motioned for her to turn again and resumed scrubbing her back with the soapy facecloth. “If you’re right, and Steph’s so good, why would I need to just ‘stick it anywhere’?”
“I don’t know.” She hissed in a breath when he ran the facecloth down her side and his knuckles brushed the side of her breast. “Variety?”
“Variety.” He dipped his hand into the water and released the facecloth. Then he slid his hand over the high curve of her ass. She jumped and he grinned. Without pause, he stroked up her spine. “And what—I’m too lazy to look beyond my own family?”
“No.” She groaned when his fingers dug into the tense muscles of her neck. “You could have anyone.”
Rising up on his knees, he pressed a quick kiss on the delicate slope right under her ear. Then he rested back on his heels and undid his shirt. Letting it fall to the floor, he waited until she glanced at him before speaking again. “But I want you.”
Her big round eyes were locked on his chest. Her breast bobbed under her arm, up and down with each rapid inhale. “Why?”
So many reasons, but she wouldn’t believe any of them. Rather than waste his time explaining, he decided to just show her. “Lay back and relax. I want to start with proving you wrong.”
Reclined, with one arm over her chest and her legs crossed, she was a vision of wanton
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