This Fearless Girl (St. Clary's University #2) - E. M. Moore Page 0,34
lips with his tongue, thrusting eagerly. I match him stroke-for-stroke while he grabs my aching breasts in both palms, squeezing. Ending the kiss, he lowers himself, searching out every curve hidden by the dress he bought. He worships at my feet, running his palms up the backs of my thighs before digging his fingers into my ass cheeks. “There’s only one woman I want.”
If I could rip this dress away, I would. He moves back up, licking a trail up my cleavage, and my wobbly knees threaten to give way. He’s so much—every element about him is overpowering. His passion mixed with mine is irrefusable.
“Say it,” he growls, nipping at my neck.
Ah, fuck. Separation from the body and mind is good for me. “Touch me,” I beg. “I want to feel you.”
Fuck being his stepsister. Just fucking forget all of it—all of the years of wishing disaster after disaster on him and his family, all of the years of jealousy and hate. Every emotion is pouring into this moment right now, threatening to short circuit my brain.
“Pull down your panties,” Stone instructs, moving his hands over my hips, his pinky playing under the elastic. “Prove to me you want it.”
I see what he’s doing. He’s making me take the initiative, giving me a moment to opt out if I want.
Honestly, I can’t get my panties down fast enough.
I push them to my knees, then use my toes to slide them all the way to the floor. He pulls away to stare at me. Wide gray-blue eyes greet me, a flurry of emotion flaring inside. There’s nothing between us right now; no barrier to stop us except for a million reasons—excuses.
Stone trails his touch over my stomach and down my mound. He pets my clit, stroking it. I whimper into his neck, my nails biting into his shoulders as I hold on. “I’ve thought about this too many times.” He dips his finger between my legs and returns to my clit with my juices, providing a glorious, gliding friction. “This is for me,” he claims, practically in awe. His movements heighten, circling over my nub until breathy moans part my lips. “I can’t wait to feel you.” He drops his forehead to mine, his thumb on his free hand brushing across my cheek. “God, Dakota. I—”
“You what?” a high-pitched feminine voice demands. Stone turns, shielding me. I fist the back of his shirt in my hands as we face Rissa. She crosses her arms, glaring at the both of us. I smooth my dress back down and get myself under control before grabbing his hips, pulling him tighter to ward off the embarrassment creeping up my cheeks. Her face is hard, angry. “She’s your stepsister, Stone. This is disgusting. You were...touching her.”
After everything she said at lunch, what she walked in on seems to be destroying her. Eyes glistening with unshed tears, she drills daggers into Stone.
“You know how many times I thought about you doing that to me?” She finds me behind him and scowls. “How long has this been going on?”
“Forever,” Stone says, surprising me. I peek at his broad shoulders and his defiant chin. His throat works, and I wonder what’s going through his head right now as he stares at the girl his father wants him to marry. I understand now what Lance meant when he said his obsession with me needs to stop; to just fuck me to get me out of his system. Was that what this was going to be? A few thrusts against a door so he could run back to Rissa, join their bank accounts, and live with absolute freedom for the rest of their lives?
The door Rissa came in opens again, and Lucas and Wyatt shuffle in. I release Stone’s hips like he’s the hot potato in that children’s game and I don’t want to get burned.
“I’ve made so many plans,” Rissa chokes out, voice breaking.
I’d love to feel sorry for her, but that ship has sailed; she’s already shown her true colors. Stone takes a step toward her, and I wonder if they’re not made for each other.
I reach behind me for the doorknob, twist, and step out, eager to get the fuck out of anything Jacobs related. Being here is as bad as I thought. I must not have an evil bone in my body; I can’t pre-calculate how I’m going to make someone suffer. Yes, I shot someone, but I did it in the heat of the moment.