Always Have: A Bad Boy Romance(37)

“What made you risk it last night?”

“After I broke up with Aubrey, I decided I was going to be ready for you the next time. I didn’t care how long it took. If things ended with Derek, I would be there. I wasn’t going to let another chance slip by. Because if I did, the next guy might be the one who took you from me forever. I couldn’t let that happen.”

She turns into me, and I wrap her in my arms. I kiss the top of her head. I can’t wait to be inside her again, but more than anything, I’m just amazed that she’s here, lying in bed with me.

“Kylie?” I ask. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

She nods against my chest. “I’m more than okay.”

I smile and hold her tight. She’s soft and warm and delicious.

“So, what happens now?” she asks.

I nudge her onto her back and lean down to kiss her neck. I move down to her breasts and run my tongue across her nipple. I didn’t get enough of these last night.

“Right now,” I say, and lick her again. “We stay in bed. I’ll make you breakfast later if you’re hungry. But I want to savor you. I’ve been dreaming about this for years. I’m not finished yet.”

She shivers as I graze my teeth on the hard nub of her nipple. “But, Brax,” she says.

Her voice is too serious. I don’t like it. It sounds like worries. “Yeah?”

“What are we going to tell Selene?”

I knew she was going to bring that up. I suppose it was inevitable, but I was hoping to f*ck her again before we had to deal with that particular problem.

I shift back to my side and rest my head in my hand. I don’t want to stop touching her tits—they’re too f*cking amazing to leave alone while they’re uncovered like this—so I trace them with my finger.

“It’s going to be a little difficult,” I say. I might be understating that, but I don’t want to alarm Kylie, and the truth is I don’t know what Selene is going to think. “It will take her some time to get used to it.”

“What if she’s mad?”

I shrug. Mad doesn’t bother me. Selene gets mad at me all the time. “She’ll get over it.”

“You say that like it doesn’t matter,” she says. “What if she’s hurt?”

That word makes my throat constrict. I can’t hurt my sister.

“The three of us have been friends for so long,” Kylie continues. “And that’s all we’ve ever been. If you and I are suddenly something else, Selene might not know how to process that. I’ve always felt like she didn’t want me to like you that way, you know? Ever since we were kids. Every time I said something about you—how you looked or whatever—she was quick to shoot it down.”

She’s right, my sister is going to be tricky to handle. “Maybe we don’t tell her right away.”

“You want to lie to her?”

“Not exactly,” I say. “But we can ease into this and talk to her when we’re ready.”

“So, we see where this goes first?” she asks.

I know exactly where I want this to go, and I hoped Kylie would be more certain than she sounds. But for now, I’ll take what I can get. “Sure. We see where it goes. We’ll know when it’s time to tell her.”

“Okay,” she says. “What about today, then?”

“Today,” I say, running my fingers down the line from her breasts to her belly button. “Today you can have whatever you want. Hard. Soft. Fast. Slow.” I flick my fingers across her skin, like I’m ticking off her choices. “Mouth. Tongue. Cock. Forward, backward, sideways, upside-down. Anything. I still have so much to show you.”

She laughs. “You’re insatiable.”

“I am when it’s you,” I say. “I’ve been a dying man in the desert, walking on the edge of a river, but the water was always out of reach. I’ve only just managed to jump in. I’m still thirsty.”

“That’s very Greek tragedy of you.” She caresses my chest and runs her hand down my abs. “But I suppose it’s appropriate when you look like a Greek god.”

Her hand on my skin feels so good. “Mm, baby, keep doing that. It’s helping.”

“Speaking of water, maybe I should shower.”

I grin at her. “I like you dirty.”

“How dirty do you like me?”

I keep getting harder, passing the point where I can ignore it. I need her again. Now. “As dirty as I can get you,” I say. I flip the sheet off her and she shivers, bending her knees to tuck her legs up closer. “Cold?”

“A little.”

“I can help with that.”

I nudge her legs open and slide my hand up the inside of her thigh. She’s so f*cking perfect—every curve, every mark, every angle. I lick my lips, and brush my fingers across the soft skin between her legs. She shivers again.

I grab a pillow and help her tuck it beneath her hips. She looks at me with her eyebrows drawn in.

“Trust me,” I say.

I move so I’m in front of her and nibble my way up her inner thigh. She’s breathing hard before I get anywhere near her *. The stubble on my jaw must be scratchy, but she seems to like it. I find a tiny freckle right at the crease of her leg and run my tongue across it.