“What?” she asked, her voice low and rough, letting me know she was just as affected as me.
“Xander.”
“Are you jealous?” she snipped.
I ran my nose against the soft skin of her cheek, wanting to drown in the scent of coconut and her. “You know I am.”
She forced her way around, leaning back to stare up into my eyes. Unable to help it, my gaze dropped down her body, groaning at the close up of her breasts. I grew harder, taking in the soft indents on her hips, remembering how I held her there as I fucked her from behind. Her nipples hardened under the thin material of her top as I took her in, and I clenched the counter to stop from pulling her bottoms aside to find out if her pussy missed me as much as her nipples did.
Coasting up her neck, past her parted lips, I finally met her eyes, finding them soft and wanting. I wanted to drown in them, give her everything and more. The need bloomed from my chest, down my arms, urging me to just do it. A flicker of movement from the window pulled my attention to Xander, reigniting my jealousy.
“Willem.” She said my name softly like a plea.
The warmth filling me ignited with a tinge of fire from watching Xander touch her earlier.
“Will you let him fuck you?”
She blinked, her eyes widening. “Wha—”
“Will you let him slip your panties aside and touch you? Will you let him be the second man to taste your pretty little pussy?” I leaned in closer, crowding her back. Her hands landed on my chest, and I brushed my lips past her cheek without kissing anything. “Will you come for him like you did me? Hold him where you want him and ride his face?”
Her nails dug in, making us both groan. “Please, Willem.”
Unable to stand it anymore, I caved and found her mouth with mine. She met me halfway, the kiss hard and desperate. Our lips mashed without finesse, our tongues dueling for dominance, tasting each other like we may never get to again. She pushed off the counter, pressing against my hard cock, her soft breasts against my chest.
Needing to feel them, I finally let go of the counter and filled my hands with her body. I kissed down her neck and tugged the fabric aside, baring her pale nipple.
“Fuck,” I muttered.
She thrust herself up toward my mouth and ground against my groin.
The flash of Xander watching her earlier had me wanting to lay claim—to mark her as mine. I bit and sucked at her nipple, torturing the tip with my mouth as my hand played with the other before moving my lips just under the nipple where it couldn’t be seen in the bathing suit, but impossible to ignore without it.
Without any regrets, I sucked and sucked, leaving my mark. Pleased with my work, I moved to the other side and repeated the process. By the time I’d finished, she had one leg over my hip, her wet pussy soaking through her suit, and my jeans.
I was ready to lift her to the counter and fuck her right there with her guests outside the window. Hell, I didn’t care if they came in. They could watch me make her mine. They could watch her fall apart for me like she did with no one else.
“Bella,” one of the girls called from outside, like a bucket of cold water over the moment. As if that wasn’t bad enough, they pretty much handed us a live wire and doused us again, shocking us back to reality with their next words. “Your dad is calling.”
Her dad.
My stepbrother, who I admired. Who helped me when I struggled. Who’d never forgive what I was doing to his daughter if he found out.
“Shit,” I whispered.
With that reminder, I tugged the tiny triangles back over her breasts and stepped back, unable to meet her eyes.
“Will,” she almost pleaded.
“Your friends are waiting.”
“Will, please, don’t.”
How could I not? Just because my caveman needs outweighed my ability to make a decision about right and wrong didn’t change our situation. Even if I was her teacher. Even if I was too old for her. Even if we could move past that. How did we move past her family? My only family?
I needed to get back under control and let her be with someone less complicated. Even if it hurt.
I turned to walk out, but stopped before leaving the kitchen, issuing one rule to save my sanity. “Just no sex in the house.”
And like the mature adult I was, I ran, promising to stay in my room the rest of the night. And unlike all the other promises we’d made, I intended to keep this one. For both our sakes.
Thirteen
Arabella
Son-of-a-mother-fucking-bitch.
If I’d ever wanted to cuss out my dad before, it didn’t come close compared to now. Finally, after weeks of wanting and fighting and then deciding to sit back to stop chasing, everything I wanted happened. Willem was kissing me. Willem was touching me. Willem was back in my arms, making it right again.