Page 13 of Beautiful Desire (Blossom Beach #3)
It doesn’t take a genius to figure out I’m not the person she meant to send this to, and a better man would probably delete it instead of gawking, but I never claimed to be a better man, and like hell am I not going to appreciate the sexy woman filling my screen, even if she’s my stepsister and seeing her like this is fifty shades of fucked up.
Standing in front of the full-length mirror in her bedroom, Georgia’s wearing nothing but tiny black lace.
Her long, light brown hair is pulled up in a clip, with only a few strands framing her face, honey-colored eyes looking right at the camera, giving the illusion that she’s looking right into my soul.
She’s biting down on her pouty bottom lip and the faintest of smirks is tugging on the corner of her mouth.
With her head tilted back and slightly to the side, all I can think about is brushing my nose along the column of her throat, inhaling her sweet scent, and dragging my tongue greedily along her neck up to her jaw, nipping at the flesh and feeling her body tremble against mine.
The strappy lace bra pushes up her huge tits, and my mouth waters as I imagine burying my face between her cleavage. It’s sheer enough that I can see her nipples, and a tingle travels down my spine as I notice the silver jewelry on either side of the hardened buds.
My cock is stiff and throbbing behind my jeans as my eyes dip even lower, taking in the rest of Georgia’s body.
An array of faded white stretch marks decorate her soft, round stomach and delicious love handles.
As I rake my gaze even lower, sticky arousal drips from the tip of my cock.
The straps of her thong sit high on her thick waist, and my hand itches to grab onto them and pull her sexy fucking body against mine.
Groaning, I palm my erection through my pants as I look at the area where her thigh meets her groin.
Not only does the material barely hide anything, but like the bra, her panties are damn-near see-through, giving me a mouthwatering view of her pussy…
and the piercing sitting right above her clit.
Fuck, Georgia’s body is a fucking work of art. Seeing her like this just confirms my attraction. What I wouldn’t give to remove that lace with my teeth before properly appreciating every inch of her with my hands, and my lips, and my tongue. I have no doubt she tastes fucking exquisite.
A car alarm sounds, pulling my attention from the phone in my hand and the raging hard-on I’ve got going on in my pants, reminding me I’m still sitting in the grocery store parking lot.
Huffing out an amused breath, I toss my phone in the cup holder and back out of my spot.
When I park in the driveway of the house, I grab the groceries before sauntering up to the front door, my skin buzzing with excitement.
Georgia and that picture has me all wound up, and I can’t wait to push her buttons, like she’s damn well pushed mine.
Stepping into the house, I drop the bags on the kitchen counter just as Georgia strolls out of the laundry room, a basket of clean clothes in her hands.
She’s wearing a baggy black t-shirt and a pair of gray sweatpants, and I swallow roughly, wondering if she’s still wearing the lace underneath, or if she took it off after she sent that picture.
“Oh, you’re home,” she offers blandly as she places the basket on top of the table. “There’s leftovers in the fridge if you’re hungry.”
I snort as I open the pantry to put away the groceries. “As a matter of fact, I’m starving after that trip to the store.”
“Oh, you poor thing,” Georgia deadpans, and I don’t have to look at her to know she’s rolling her eyes. “It must be exhausting having to pick up items at the grocery store like a functioning adult.”
Huffing out a small chuckle, I shake my head, sauntering out of the kitchen and into the dining room. Coming to a stop beside her, I dip my head down and bring my mouth to her ear as I say, “You’d never believe what I saw while I was there.”
A half-folded towel in hand, Georgia turns her head toward me before shoving me in the chest with her shoulder.
“Ever heard of a little thing called personal space?” she spits out, brows furrowed.
A grin splits my face, which only deepens the scowl etched into her features.
“Get on with it, Fletcher. Are you going to finish what you were saying or…?”
My body’s vibrating with both arousal and amusement as I grab the phone from my pocket and unlock it, pulling up the picture.
Allowing myself another moment to admire it, I turn the screen toward her.
“Is this sexy little lace number a thank you for going to the store for you?” I ask.
“Because if so, I’ll gladly run errands for you any time, Peach. ”
Aside from the stiffness in her shoulders, Georgia doesn’t outwardly react to the picture as she drags her gaze from the phone up to my face. “You do realize we’re family, and you saying that to me is fucking weird, right?”
“Says the one who sent a nude to her stepbrother,” I throw back, lip ticked up in a smirk.
“Wasn’t a nude, and?—”
“Pretty damn close.”
“Whatever.” She rolls her eyes. “Regardless, it obviously wasn’t meant for you, and any logical person would’ve deduced that and moved on with their life, but leave it to you to make a big deal about it.”
“Or maybe it was meant for me, but you’re too shy to admit it now that we’re face to face.” I shrug, stuffing my hands in my pockets as she glowers at me. I know it wasn’t meant for me, but giving her shit is bringing me joy, so I’m going to do it.
Georgia stands taller, jutting out her chin as the corner of her lip twitches with a grin she’s trying to hide. “Curious, what exactly about me gives off the impression I would be shy about, literally, anything? If I’m gonna do something, I’m doing it with my full chest.”
The picture pops in my mind again—how sexy her full chest looked behind the barely-there lingerie—and I can’t help myself. “I’m curious about something too…” I murmur, reaching out and pinching the hem of her shirt. “Are you still wearing lingerie? Love the piercings, by the way.”
Glancing down at where her shirt is trapped between my grip, Georgia then drags her eyes slowly up to my face before taking a step closer, putting us nearly flush.
She’s tall enough that she doesn’t have to tilt her head back very much to meet my gaze.
In this new proximity, I can see how the smattering of freckles across her round cheeks and narrow nose also expand up to her forehead and down to her chin.
The desire to trace them with my fingers, counting each and every one of them while the sun kisses her creamy skin, hits me, and it throws me off.
That’s fucking weird. Sure, Georgia’s hot, and I’d fuck her in a heartbeat, regardless of the family ties—which should also probably be weird, but it’s a truth I’ve come to accept since moving in here and jacking off to thoughts of her, like I’m a horny teenager all over again—but lying in the sun and counting her damn freckles? What?
I don’t have time to dig too deep into that urge, though, because a second later, Georgia smirks at me, a maniacal curl to her full, pink lips, and as she pokes the center of my chest with her index finger, there’s a twinkle in her eye that makes my blood pump hotter.
“Wouldn’t you like to know, rich boy? Bet you liked that picture, though, didn’t you? ”
Clenching my jaw, I breathe harshly through my nose, but say nothing.
“Too bad for you, that’s all you’ll ever get, because even if you weren’t technically family, I still wouldn’t go there with you.
I fuck men , darling, and you will never be the caliber of man who deserves a woman like me.
” She giggles, but her gaze is sharp. “Don’t forget, I heard all about what you bring to the bedroom.
You couldn’t handle somebody like me, but you sure can dream. ”
Patting my chest patronizingly, Georgia flashes me another sickly-sweet smile before walking off, and a moment later, I hear the bedroom door shut.
Something dark and infuriating rips through my gut at how fucking blasé she was.
How the hell did I start the conversation with the upper hand, only to stand here now, feeling like a kid who’s been put in the corner?
How does she always manage to do that?
And why the fuck do I keep letting it happen?