Forbidden Steps: A Stepbrother Romance by Bianca Sommerland Page B

lips parted as it hooked deep inside. “You’re going to tell me what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours.”
    The tip of his finger hit a spot deep inside that felt so good she stopped breathing and locked all her senses on it, wanting to savor the sensation while it lasted. Because it couldn’t possibly.
    “There we go.” Colin’s laugh sent little vibrations right into her belly. “Now talk.”
    “I don’t want to talk. I want—Ah!” He pushed another finger inside her and her thighs quivered as he began thrusting them in and out. Slow. Too damn slow. Her core clamped around his fingers and pleasure coiled up inside her. “Please!”
    He stopped moving and leaned close to kiss her. “I know what you want.” His breath was hot on her lips and the heat seemed to travel down to her throbbing depths. “But I won’t give it to you until you give me what I want.”
    Desperate for him to continue, she spoke in a rush. “Steph. I was thinking about you and Steph and how wrong it is for me to want to take you from her. But I don’t care!”
    “Good girl.” He kissed her hard and thrust his tongue into her mouth in time with the deep thrusts of his fingers. “Now come for me. I want to feel your pussy tighten around me while you lose control. Then…” He turned his hand and his thumb passed over her clit. Her hips bucked at the shock of pleasure. “I’m going to take you in the bedroom and put my mouth where my hand is. And you’re going to come again.”
    “Oh, God, Colin!” The sensation, intensified by his words, was going to tear her apart with sheer ecstasy. “I’m going to…”
    She sobbed as her core tightened and a rippling flame seemed to travel up into her womb and flash out. Water sloshed from the bath as Colin picked her up and held her while she writhed against the exquisite feelings that seemed to go on forever.
    “You’re right on the edge of another climax.” He stood with her in his arms and nuzzled her neck. “And I’m going to enjoy sticking my tongue inside you and sucking up all your sweet juices—”
    All those juices he was talking about were dripping between her thighs. Her pussy seemed to throb with his every word. She hit his chest and moaned. “You won’t be able to suck anything if you’re dead. Which you will be if you don’t get moving.”
    He got moving, laughing as he brought her to the bedroom and dumped her on the bed. “Is that so?”
    Sprawled out on the bed, Ashley felt uncertainty sputter through her as Colin stripped out of his jeans and stood there, naked, just looking her over. His eyes paused on each scar and the light creases around his eyes and on his brow seemed deeper, more pronounced. He ran his hand down her thigh, but she didn’t feel pleasure. She could only see the pity, the regret.
    Oh, God, is that what this is? She closed her eyes and her thighs and tried to push away the doubt. But it wouldn’t go away. A pity fuck? I don’t need that . Not from Colin.
    His hand left her and she opened her eyes to see his lips turn down in a dark frown. “This isn’t going to work. You don’t really want this. You—”
    “No.” She sat up and grabbed the blanket to cover herself. “ You don’t really want this. Just get out. I don’t need your pity. At least Danny saw me as a woman.”
    Colin’s eyes narrowed. Her heart skipped a beat as he slammed his fists down on the bed at either side of her hips. “What did you just say?”
    The wrong thing. She tried to wiggle away from him, but the blanket pinned her in place. “I—”
    “How many different ways can I tell you that I want you?” He ground out each word through his teeth as he peeled the blanket off her. “Danny didn’t see you as a woman—he saw you as a piece of ass. Bobby saw you as a piece of ass.” When she tried to sit up Colin put his hand between her breasts and pushed her down. “Do you want to know what I see?”
    Ashley’s mouth went dry as he climbed