Page 24 of Sin (Salvation #1)
I fling it open and walk over the threshold. He’s moved from his sitting position and is standing by the bed, ready to draw the top sheet back. He turns to see me, but barely reacts.
“Go to bed, Cassidy.”
I take a step closer. He gives me a withering look. “You heard me before. I don’t want you in my bed. Don’t embarrass us both with a clumsy attempt at seduction. I don’t want you.”
If it wasn’t for Mercer’s earlier advice, I might have turned around and fled from his rejection, but between that and what I believe is a flicker of fear I see in Sin’s eyes, I stand my ground.
“Have you watched me in my window all these months?”
He freezes. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says in a dismissive tone meant to slice and dice my feelings. “You sound delusional.”
“Maybe.” I agree with him. “There were times I thought I just imagined that you were there. Wished you were there.”
His eyes flick up at me. His hand still clenching the sheet he’d been holding when I’d walked in. “Other times,” I say, taking a step closer, “I’d look out into the shadows and bet everything that you were there. Sometimes, I even swore I heard your voice urging me on.”
“You’re making a fool out of yourself. I don’t have to stand here and listen to your virginal fantasies.” He makes a disgusted sound low in his throat, “You do realize I’m your stepbrother, right?”
Shame grips me for a moment. Freezes me.
I’ve known since the first time I got hard when my new stepbrother opened the door to his room with just a towel wrapped around his waist and droplets of water glistening on his tanned, muscled chest, that what I felt for Sin was supposed to be wrong.
That, in the eyes of everyone else in the world, it was bad to feel the way I did for a member of my new family.
But deep down, my feelings for my stepbrother never felt wrong.
How could something that made me feel so good, so complete, be bad?
My conscience, which has always been a loud voice in my head that directs me between right and wrong, has always remained silent regarding Sin, and I’m tired of listening to any other voice on this subject than my own.
“I should ask you the same question,” I parry back. “Wasn’t it you who kissed me after every tutoring session?”
He snorts. “I was showing my appreciation for your help. Those kisses were totally family-appropriate.”
Sadly, I agree. I still count myself as never having been really kissed. As much as I lived for those brief, shattering touches of Sin’s lips to mine, they were only tantalizing hints of what I truly want from him.
What am I going to make him give me now? It’s just going to take me being braver than I’ve ever been before.
“Yes, but watching me from the shadows while I touched myself, that wasn’t familial at all, was it, Sin?”
“We’re back to this again? I told you I never?—"
“Never what, Sin?” I break in. “Never watched me do this?”
I step out of my boots first, knowing it will be awkward if I don’t. Then I slide off the vest I’ve been wearing and let it fall to the floor.
“What are you doing?” He asks, his voice rough with an undertone of panic.
“You should know,” I begin unbuttoning my shirt.
“You’ve watched me do this so many times before.
” As I shrug it off to leave my upper body exposed, the cool air hits my nipples, and they both harden.
Sin’s eyes lock on them as if he can’t look away.
My hand raises and takes turns rubbing each sensitive nipple until I hear a low, but unmistakable groan of arousal from Sin.
Relief floods through me at the sound. This hasn’t all been some fantasy. Sin really does want me. Emboldened, my hand travels to my chinos and quickly unbuttons them, and, with as much grace as I can, I push them down and step out of them, leaving me naked except for my briefs.
Sin’s eyes zero in on my hard cock. He seems especially fascinated by the spot of precum that clearly shows on the light cotton. He licks his lip, and it’s all the encouragement I need.
“All those nights at my window, I wondered what it would be like if you were in front of me.” My hands hook onto my briefs and pushes them down until they drop to the floor.
“Where I could see your reaction as I took off my clothes off. As I touched myself.” I step out of them, and under his steel glare, I am standing completely naked in front of Sin Brandt.
I let out a low, needy moan. “It’s better than I ever imagined. ”
The hard bulge in his jeans tells me he likes it too.
Heady with the power of knowing he wants me, my hand goes to my cock and starts lightly stroking it.
Almost as if against his will, Sin stalks toward me. He stops a foot away from me. Close, but not nearly close enough.
It’s up to me to make him close the distance.
“You want to know what else I always imagined, Sin?” I ask, almost gasping from the combined pleasure of my hand on my cock and his rapt stare.
“Cassidy,” he warns, obviously sensing my next request. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”
“But I do,” I tell him. “I’ve wanted it for so long. Ached for it. Dreamt of it.” I look up at him pleadingly. “Please, Sin,” I beg, putting the last three years of desperation into my entreaty, “I need you to touch me.”