Forbidden Romance With My Stepbrother
My back hit the counter, and the spatula clattered uselessly into the sink.
“Mav—” My protest dissolved as he deepened the kiss, his hand braced on the counter beside me while the other skimmed down my side, slipping beneath the loose hem of my pajama top. My skin burned where his fingers brushed.
“You taste better than breakfast,” he murmured against my mouth, and before I could even process the line, his hand was sliding lower, teasing the waistband of my pajama bottoms.
My whole body went still. “Wait, what are you—”