ForbiddentoSeduce by April Vine Page B

desperately needed Ryan to want her. No matter how much
she had motivated herself that she’d be okay if he rejected her, she might in
actual fact never recover from it.
    * * * * *
    Ryan Redford had become very accustomed to the groan inside
his head. It had started when he realized Bill was not a party to Leah’s dinner.
Alone, he had no right to be there. But that groan had gotten louder when he
saw her in that torturous little dress she greeted him in at the front door.
    When he inhaled her perfume, the scent had started to
ricochet through his head with a thunderous boom. Drugged now, and beyond help,
he dared look at the thick-fringed, hazel-eyed beauty before him with her long,
scented dark-brown hair and wonderfully sexy body. She was still the sweetest
thing he had ever seen and he was so crazily in love with her he couldn’t think
straight anymore.
    “I thought Bill would be here,” he said as he sat across
from her at her dining table.
    “I didn’t invite him.” She hesitated for a second then
smiled at him. “I thought it could be just the two of us. Do you mind?”
    Did he mind? He had been in love with her since she
had turned eighteen when, suddenly, her legs were no longer just appendages,
but long and shapely, and ones he wanted wrapped around his waist as he pressed
his cock inside her. And then her breasts had suddenly filled out from nowhere,
ample and round, and every time he spotted her nipples through her t-shirt he
would physically salivate, knowing they would taste like honey in his mouth.
Her hips were made for his hands, her lips for his kisses, pink and lush.
    But that wasn’t all. Not only had she become a full-blown,
touchable woman in all areas necessary, she could argue the hell out of him
and, even if he were right, she would turn those hazel eyes up at him and melt
his resolve. Yes, he had gotten it so bad for his best friend’s baby sister
that in the last five years, whenever she was near, he walked around with a
constant ache in his groin. But something was up with her. She seemed unusually
quiet this evening. A little tense.
    “You’re not afraid of being alone with me, are you, Ryan?”
She didn’t look at him when she asked that, choosing to toy with her food
instead.
    I’m petrified of being alone with you.
    Consequently, he had separated himself from her, never
leaving an opportunity open where he might be alone with her, because just the
sight of her could turn an already titanic erection into a raging fire that
only her pussy juices could extinguish. And it had scared him then, as it did
now.
    “You’re scary, you know. I’ve seen what your teeth can do
when you’re mad.”
    “I was five years old and Bill took my apple.”
    “Eighteen years later and he still carries the scar.”
    She blushed and lifted her chin. “I can’t believe he even
told you I did that to him.”
    And that was why he wasn’t going to break that implicit code
he shared with Bill. They met when they were fifteen years old and would save
each other’s lives and would die for each without question—it was how they
survived when the secret service sent them in the middle of whatever warfare
was going on.
    It was elementally a matter of honor with him and Bill.
Never fuck your best friend’s sister, plain and simple. But it was also a
severe case of ”If I can’t have you, Leah Jenkins, no one else can”. His ego
was all warped, but he didn’t know what he’d do if he ever discovered she had a
serious boyfriend, let alone one she loved enough to marry.
    She never had. He’d made it his business to know.
    But that didn’t change the fact he was alone with her here,
having dinner with her without Bill to act as chaperone and conscience. And all
the while he was losing his thinking abilities quicker than he wanted as his
brain became consumed with what she wore under her clothes.
    The thought had his cock aching. He should have left the
instant he knew Bill would not be joining them.