Chapter 2

I willed myself not to smile or smirk, but his lust was instant and audible, and I found myself praying that he would just lunge and pounce on me, grab me, fondle me, take my tits in his mouth, and suck until I came from the stimulation alone.

But he didn’t. All he did was stand there. I lay there wondering if he was taking a mental picture. Or an actual picture? I wouldn’t mind. Maybe Ethan had repressed me for too long, but I actually thrilled at the thought of my nudes in Liam’s phone. I was turned on just thinking about his hand wrapped around his shaft, his veined bicep pumping as he jerked off to my image.

“Jesus Christ… Sasha,” Liam finally whispered my name. I didn’t stir. “Fuck,” he cursed again, his neat footsteps quieter as he came toward me. “Sash. Babe.” He sat at the edge of the couch. I heard him suck in a sharp breath. Every nerve ending in my body lit on fire as his hands slid under my backside to find the hems of my shorts.

He was covering me up, but I had made it impossible to do that without touching me where I wanted to be touched. Another string of profanity hissed through Liam’s teeth as he pulled at the terry cloth, his fingers stroking my naked ass the whole way down. He shuddered. I heard and felt it, and I was sure I did not imagine the little groan that escaped his lips when his thumb brushed over my hot pussy.

“Fuck, Sash, you’re killing me.” His words confirmed his torment and made me laugh inwardly. Now you know how it feels, I thought, keeping my breathing steady as I felt the heat of Liam’s stare move up to my exposed breast.

I could actually feel his tortured sense of obligation. And I loved it.

He felt the need to cover me up. He was my stepbrother, older by four years. He had protected me since the day he met me, and this moment was no different. But at the same time, he was a red-blooded man, and I had, in the words of his friends, “the most amazing fuckin’ tits” that I knew his lips were desperate to suck on. “You know you wanna bury your face in there,” I had heard his friend A.J. laugh one night. “You said it yourself, she’s hotter than any of the girls you’ve ever fucked. You just don’t have the balls when it comes to her.”

It wasn’t that.

Liam had the balls. He just had too much respect for me. And for once, I wanted him to lose some of it. I had had enough of being treated like a princess, a delicate flower, a doll, or a damaged little bird. I was done with that. I wanted to be taken and ravaged. I wanted Liam to help himself to my body, to look at me, touch me, squeeze me however he wanted.

But thus far, I was only getting the first part of that. Come on, Liam, I willed him to give in and break every unspoken rule I knew he had for me. Touch me, I begged him. I could practically hear him thrusting his fingers into his hair as he stared down at my tits.

“Fuck, Sash.” His whisper was filled with the truest agony I had ever heard as he hovered above me. “Fuck, you’re so goddamned gorgeous,” he growled as he grabbed my neckline, squeezed the cotton, and pulled it up to cover my breast. No, no, no. Just like that, I was no longer indecent. Damn it, Liam, I cursed.

But I wasn’t giving up just yet.

“Baby, please wake up.” I could hear the desperation in Liam’s voice as he touched my arm. But I kept my eyes closed and my smirk hidden. He thought he was in pain now, but I still had a world of hurt left for him.

Eyes closed, I sighed and stretched out on the couch in a way that had me springing free from my laughably flimsy top, right back to indecent. My back arched, presenting both my naked tits to Liam, soaking in the sounds of his tortured, ragged breathing as I proceeded to fake my sexy dream.

“Mmm,” I breathed, my breasts bouncing as I relaxed from my stretch.

“Christ, Sash… Sasha, wake up.” Liam came back to me. His hand cupped my cheek and patted lightly. “Sash. Babe. What did you take?”

Nothing. I used to take sleeping pills when I was with Ethan, but I had stopped. Liam didn’t know that, which worked well for my act.

“Fuck, baby, don’t do that.” His pleading trailed off as he watched my hand slide down my terry cloth shorts, slowly starting to rub. “Sash, wake up, baby, please. I’m fucking dying here.”

I didn’t wake up for him. I writhed on the couch as I began rubbing my clit gently, giving myself only a fraction of the release my wound-up body was so desperately craving. I was dying to come in front of him, almost as much as I wanted to see what his handsome face looked like right now. I could just imagine Liam clawing at his short, dark hair, those dark green eyes probably glinting with thick lust and deep anguish. I got unbearably wet just picturing it.

“Christ,” Liam hissed, pacing away and coming back. He repeated this several times until he decided he was going to stay. He was going to watch. The fire of his gaze sizzled against my skin as I groggily circled my clit. I moaned, grabbing my breast.

“This can’t be real,” Liam whispered as I gently fondled, lightly bouncing myself in my hand. He groaned louder. “Sash, you have got to be kidding me. You’ve gotta be fucking, fuck, Christ, babe, just fucking do it. Touch yourself for me, baby. Let me see you come.”

Yes. He was losing control. I could hear it. I could hear the sound of rubbing denim as Liam rapidly stroked his cock. I had gotten him so hard he couldn’t help but get off in front of me. Yes, yes, yes, Liam. Oh God, it was the worst thing I had ever done, but I had never been more turned on in my life. Apparently, neither had he.

“Baby, you’re gonna make me come so fucking hard.”

I was almost there myself. I was close to coming and I wanted so badly for him to touch me. I didn’t want to blow my cover, but I couldn’t help myself either.

“Liam,” I breathed.