Chapter 1

“Sophia White.”

The sound of my name was barely like a whisper against my skin before I felt Taylor’s hand on my waist. Before I could process the sudden weight of her gaze, she pushed me back so hard.

I fell onto the soft bed with a soft gasp. In an instant, she was on top of me, her body pinning mine to the bed as her hands guided my legs apart. My heart slammed against my ribs in utter shock, but before I could utter a single word of protest, she dipped her head down.

Her nose brushed along the curve of my throat as she sniffed deeply. A shiver ran straight down my spine. God, I loved it.

Without giving me time to catch my breath, Taylor seized both of my wrists, pinning them firmly above my head against the wooden headboard. Then finally her lips found mine.

The kiss wasn't gentle. It was so demanding, possessive, and electric. Any intention I had of pulling back evaporated instantly. A surge of desperate heat pooled in my chest, and I found myself kissing her back just as hard, parting my lips to drink her in.

She let out a soft, approving breath against my mouth. Keeping my wrists trapped with one hand, her free hand slid down the slick fabric of my silk nightgown, cupping my bare breast. She squeezed firmly, pulling a sharp gasp from my throat as I instinctively arched my back into her touch.

Holy Fuck.

The intense spike of pleasure snapped a wire in my brain. Reality crashed back into me like cold water. What the hell am I doing?

I violently jerked my wrists free and shoved against her shoulders, breaking the kiss.

Taylor didn't fall back completely. She remained hovering above me, her dark eyes glittering as her chest heaved in heavy, ragged breaths.

"Taylor, are you crazy?" I yelled, my voice trembling as I tried to regain control of my racing pulse. "This is our room! Andrew’s and mine!"

"I know," she murmured, her voice dripping with silk and low, heavy desire. A slow, dangerous smile curved her lips. "Precisely because it's his... that makes this so much more thrilling."

Before the warning could register in my head, she leaned back down. My protests died in my throat as her lips claimed mine once more. God help me, I gave right back into it, tangling my fingers in her hair and responding to every demanding stroke of her tongue while her hand kneaded my breast.

"Wow... what do we have going on here?"

A mocking voice shattered the heat in the room.

I froze, tearing my lips away from Taylor’s. Standing at the open bedroom door was Andrew. He leaned casually against the frame, wearing nothing but a pair of loose shorts, a dark smirk playing on his lips.

"Andrew!"

Panic seized me. I pushed past Taylor, practically tumbling off the bed as I scrambled toward him. I threw my arms around his neck, burying my face into his shoulder. "Please save me..."

Andrew’s arms slid around me, but his touch wasn't comforting. His hand dropped down, sliding over the curve of my hip to squeeze my butt tightly. He slowly hooked his fingers under the strap of my silk gown, pulling it down my arm with a sinister smile.

"Sister, why didn't you call me?" Andrew whispered into my ear, his eyes locked on Taylor. "How about we share her together?"

My blood ran cold. "What...?"

Over his shoulder, I saw Taylor sitting in the middle of the bed. She wasn't angry. She was watching us, that same intoxicating, knowing smile on her face.

Before I could pull away, Andrew shoved me back toward the mattress. I fell back against the pillows, trapped between the two of them. Their hands moved over my body in unison, stroking my skin, cupping my breasts, pulling me into a whirlwind of heat. Andrew leaned over, trailing fire down my neck with his mouth, sending desperate moans echoing off the walls while Taylor teased my skin.

I was lost in it, kissing Andrew back as Taylor gently pulled my gown down further. My nipples were already painfully hard, exposed to the cool air until Taylor leaned down. Her warm mouth closed over one peak as she began to suck firmly.

"Ahhhh!" I cried out, tilting my head back as the sensation shattered my remaining restraint.

At the same time, Andrew’s hand slid down past my stomach, reaching between my bare thighs. I wasn't wearing anything underneath my nightgown. The moment his warm, slick fingers slid inside me, a sharp gasp tore from my throat.

"Ahhh!"

My eyes snapped wide open.

I bolted upright in bed, my chest heaving as cool morning air rushed into my lungs.

Silence swallowed the room. Sunlight peeked through the heavy curtains, illuminating the space beside me.

I sat there for a long moment, my hands trembling as I clutched the sheets to my chest. Sweat slicked my neck, and my heart was beating so hard that it felt like a trapped bird against my ribs.

"How... how could I have a dream like that?" I muttered aloud, my voice raspy and breathless.

My face burned with shame and confusion. Taylor was my sister-in-law. She was a poised, composed, straight woman. There was no universe where she would ever be in my bed, touching me like that, let alone sharing me with her brother.

So why did my skin still feel like it was on fire?