Ocean (Damage Control Book 5) by Jo Raven

getting sick is the last thing I need right now. How the fuck am I gonna help Mom if I’m laid up sick?
    Whatever, though. Throwing Jason out is out of the question.
    “He looks very young.” Kayla is standing beside me, looking down at the sofa, a faraway expression in her eyes.
    He does. My chest tightens. “He reminds me of my brother.”
    She puts a hand on my arm, and warmth spreads down to my chest. Fuck, she’s distracting me just by being here, so close, and I wanna kiss her again. “I’d always imagined your brother with blue hair like you.”
    My mouth twitches. “Nah. That’s just me.” I step away and grab her hand. “I used to take care of my brother when we were little, that’s all.” I grin at her as I drag her back to the kitchenette—because she comes along willingly, her cheeks pink. “And now I’ll take care of you.”
    “I’m not sick.”
    “You sure? You look flushed.”
    “I’m not.”
    “You’re hot.”
    “I’m not— Ocean. What are you doing?”
    I close the door behind us once more and press up against her. “Trying to decide if you really like me.”
    “Oh God,” she says, and then we’re kissing again, and fuck me, it’s even better and hotter than before.
    I’m burning. I have to have her. I want to find out how her skin tastes, how her tits fit in the palms of my hands, how she looks spread over my kitchen table, how her pussy smells and tastes. Want it with a mind-blowing need, unlike anything I’ve ever wanted before.
    Want to hear her say again she has a crush on me. That she wants me like I want her, and yet I’m stopping her mouth with mine, afraid she’ll say it was a joke. That she only said it because she thought I was not interested. That she’ll run away.
    Maybe it’s the lightness of her. The colors. The laughter lurking in her words. The acceptance in her eyes.
    Jesus. Gone. I’m fucking gone for this girl, and I have no clue what the hell I’m doing anymore.
    ***
    “Ocean…” Her voice hitches as I lift her sweater, revealing her bra. It’s white with red hearts, and it hugs her tits, her hard nipples peeking through the thin fabric.
    Holy fuck. My mouth waters.
    Just a quick taste. A flash of pleasure and happiness. Not too much to ask, right? Before I buckle down again to take care of others—of Jason, of my brother, of my parents.
    A moment for myself, a moment with this sexy girl before she changes her mind.
    A girl who’s lifting her arms so that I can tear the sweater off her, who shakes out her flame-red hair and looks at me with eyes dark with desire.
    She wants me. Right now she wants me and is reaching for me. I’ll take it. Can’t hold back, even if a soundtrack of “bad idea, bad idea” is running in a loop through my head.
    Want her too fucking bad.
    I press my mouth to the mounds of her tits, inhaling her fruity scent. I tug down the fine cups of her bra and lick her nipples, one after the other. They’re large and dark. Hard. Sweet.
    Goddammit, she has the prettiest tits in the world. Large, heavy, creamy, soft. I want to rest my head on them. I want to fuck them with my dick, come all over them.
    She moans when I draw one nipple into my mouth and suck, teasing it with the tip of my tongue. Her hands tighten on my shoulders, short nails digging into my flesh. Her soft lips part, her eyes wide and unfocused as I tease her with my mouth, as I lift her skirt and slip one hand under her tiny panties.
    I switch to her other nipple, closing my eyes, her taste, her scent turning me on like nothing else. Lifting my hand to her other breast, I torture her dusky nipple and tease her opening with the other. She’s hot and wet as I ease a finger inside her. She gasps and clenches, and oh fuck, it’s all I can do not to come in my pants.
    “Ocean…” she breathes my name, and I groan deep inside my throat. She’s so sexy.
    I push a second finger inside her, and she shakes. Another moan escapes her. She bites her lip, obviously