Chapter Three
Ididn’tsleepafucking wink.Not with Neva lying next to me too fucking close for comfort.
I glance over at her as she finishes her makeup.Not that she needs it.She’s a natural beauty.The kind of girl who could ruin a man.Especially me.She’s off-limits.Untouchable.But, fuck me if she doesn’t set my blood on fire every time we are in the same room.
SleepingLaying next to her nearly killed me.
I never looked at Neva as anything other than an annoying brat until last summer when she came home for a few months.It was as though I was seeing her for the first time as a woman.Even her voice had changed.When she said my name, it sounded like smoke mixed with sugar.Sweet and dangerous.Sultry.The way she said it signed my death warrant then and there, and I knew there was no way in hell I could ever allow myself to go there.
Devil Knight raised me.Treated me like his own.
He’s made it no secret that no one is good enough for Neva.
He damn sure wouldn’t want her with me.
Fuck me, just being this close to her is killing me.The scent of her perfume wraps around me like a vanilla and cinnamon hug.
But there’s nothing innocent about her.
Hair red as blood.Plump, heart-shaped lips.Green eyes that sparkle like emeralds framed by long, thick lashes.She’s not big-chested or thick-waisted.She’s on the petite side, but she’s fiery and sassy as hell.And I know from personal experience from when we were kids, she packs one hell of a punch.I used to have to get between her and Storm.
Those two would go round and round.Fought like crazy, but no one else best not say a word about the other.They’d kill for one another.They get that fierce sense of loyalty from their old man.
I should wait downstairs or at least in the living room, but every time I try to force myself to leave her room, something stops me.Like if I let her out of my sight, she’ll disappear.
She wrestles with her suitcase, trying to get it to shut.She’s jam-packed it full of shit.Crap, she most likely doesn’t even need.She’s only staying for two weeks at the most.
Her room isn’t what I expected.It’s nothing like her room back home.Here everything is white and gray with some hints of red sprinkled in here and there.It’s mature.Her old room is bubblegum pink.Like someone splashed Pepto-Bismol on the walls.
“Think you’ve got enough shit stuffed in there?”
She shoves something else into the suitcase out of fucking spite.Lucky for her, I’m not on my bike or she’d be doing good to bring a backpack.She wiggles around, pushing her clothes around, exposing her sexy underwear.
If she doesn’t stop staring at me with that cute little pixie smirk on her face, I’m going to catch fire and combust.
She sits on the black hardshell case and bounces on it.Her small tits jiggle, and her wide-neck sweater slips down her shoulder, revealing her bare skin.She’s not wearing a bra.
My mind flashes with thoughts of yanking her sweater over her head and getting my mouth on her nipples.Tasting her flesh.Doing every filthy thing that’s been running through my mind since I walked through her door.
She doesn’t realize how utterly and devastatingly sexy she looks right now.Pure sin.Pure temptation.
“Think you can zip this?”
“Yeah, sure.”I scrub a palm over my face.I shouldn’t be having such dirty thoughts about the Prez’s daughter, but the truth is since last summer, I’ve not been able to get her out of my mind.
When I was fucking Tawny, it was Neva I was thinking about.When she’d wrap her lips around my cock and suck, I was thinking about my redheaded magnet for trouble and not the blonde bombshell I was with.
If Storm knew I jacked off in the shower nearly every morning to thoughts of his bratty sister, he’d put a bullet between my eyes.
I lean down to get a grip on the zipper.Fuck.Our bodies are centimeters apart.
I swallow hard, trying to resist the compulsion to taste those ruby red lips.
“Get up.There’s something stuck.”
“Sure.”Her minty breath fans across my face.She slides forward, dropping onto the bed as I step back.She’s eye level with my crotch.In the perfect position to blow me.The muscles in my jaw twitch.Her lipstick would look good staining my dick.She gets off the bed, and I want to throw her down on it and take what I want.I reach around her, pulling a red lacy scrap of fabric out of the teeth of the zipper.
The sight of the thong has me thinking about her standing before me in nothing else.My dick hardens.“Found your problem.”
