Mine - A Stepbrother Romance by Caitlin Daire Page B

suspected she was still a virgin. She was nineteen, for Christ’s sake! I didn’t know anyone who’d even made it through junior year of high school with their virginity still intact, let alone all the way to nineteen. Somehow that made her even hotter and more unattainable in my mind, and I couldn’t help myself.
    I pushed her up against the wall and leaned down, crushing my lips against hers in a heated embrace. She moaned in confusion but didn’t stop me, melting into my arms instead, and as I slid my left arm around her back to hold her steady, I put my right hand on the perkiest ass I’d ever had the pleasure of touching.
    She squirmed in my arms, and I came up for air for a second before swooping back down and kissing her with a frenzied desperation. It was like a dam had broken inside me, driving the urge to tunnel my fingers through her hair, over her skin, to touch every part of her and feel her body against mine. I’d wasted so long screwing around and pretending I didn’t like her, but what was the point? It wasn’t true. I wanted her.
    Badly.
    Our kiss turned harsh, demanding…our lips locked in a hunger with enough heat to scorch the both of us. Tongues clashed in a bid for domination, and she finally gave in and let me take over, an incoherent murmur in the back of her throat. I slid my tongue along hers, then drew back and gently nibbled her lower lip, drawing a moan from her.
    Suddenly she seemed to remember that she couldn’t stand me, and she scrambled out of my grip and pushed me away.
    “Get off me!” she said. ‘What the hell are you doing?”
    “Are you fucking kidding me?” I said. “Don’t pretend like you weren’t kissing me back.”
    “Yeah, well…it was a mistake. Just like when Satan had sex with your Mom, resulting in your existence.”
    “Is that supposed to be funny?” I asked, although I had to admit it kinda was. She had a sharp wit. Unfortunately, I wasn’t much in the mood for jokes.
    She didn’t meet my eyes. “I’m not joking. It was a mistake and it won’t happen again. I can’t do this with you.”
    “Jesus, why can’t you just tell me why you fucking hate me so much?” I asked, unable to believe that we’d just gone from a passionate embrace to arguing again within five seconds flat. We were like one of those crazy couples from a teen drama show. Not that we were a couple. Oh no, she’d made it very clear that would never happen.
    “You know why. I have to go,” she mumbled, pushing past me and heading back down the hall.
    I followed closely behind her. “Look, let me drive you home at least. You’ve barely been here for a week. You don’t know the number for a cab or how to give directions around this city.”
    She turned back to me, her eyes flashing again. “I’ll call Roy.”
    “He’s out tonight at that business dinner.”
    “Well then I’ll call Victoria. Roy said if I ever needed something and couldn’t get hold of him, then I could call her. She’ll send me a cab.”
    I rolled my eyes. Victoria was the worst. She’d been Roy’s head personal assistant since before he met and married my mother, and she was batshit insane. She spent half her time fawning over Roy like he was her father or something, and the rest of the time hitting on me. She was pretty hot, but there was no fucking way I’d touch her with a ten foot pole. Let’s just say she had a sweet tooth for nose candy, if you know what I mean.
    Crazy girls were one thing, but crazy girls with a coke habit were another thing entirely. I had no idea how Roy didn’t notice and fire her. I mean, she was constantly sniffing like she had a head cold, and no regular person could work fourteen hour days without stopping for a break. A while back, I’d told my mother to tell him out of concern for his company and their reputation, and not long after that Victoria had taken some time off. So for all I knew, Roy had sent her to rehab for a while and then rehired her when she got