Forbidden Romance With My Stepbrother
“Don’t hide from me. Let me see you.”
My face flushed again, but his hand slid between my thighs before I could think too much. His fingers brushed over me, slick and sensitive, and I jolted, a cry spilling from my lips.
“You’re already wet,” he whispered, his tone dark and satisfied. “All this for me?”
“Maverick,” I gasped, not even sure what I was asking for.
He slid a finger inside me, slow and careful, and my whole body arched. The stretch burned, but it was good, a kind of ache I couldn’t resist.