The Wrong Brother's Temptation novel Chapter 33

Chapter 33

Sienna

Silence crashed between us and for a while the only sound I heard was of my ragged breathing.

Connor stared at me, something dark and unreadable flickering across his face.

“Say something!” I yelled at him.

“You liked it,” he said slowly.

My face flamed. “That’s not… I didn’t mean…”

“You said you liked kissing me.”

“I…yes. No” I fumbled for words. “That’s not the point!”

“Then what is the point, Sienna?”

Why the fuck was he calling me Sienna and why did my name sound so rich in his voice?

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“The point is….” I grabbed his shirt, pulling him down to my level, the words tumbling out in a desperate rush. “… the point is that I don’t think you’re a creep. I never did. I was scared and stupid and I said things wrong. But I don’t think that about you. I think…I think I want…”

His eyes dropped to my lips.

“You think what?”

“I think,” I whispered, my heart hammering against my ribs, “that I want to kiss you again.”

“Sienna!” His voice was rough, strained. “Are you drunk again?”

I shook my head, somehow my hands were already reaching for his collar to pull him closer.

“You need to leave. The party’s starting. People are arriving. You can’t just…”

“I can” I said as something possessed me and I slammed my lips on his and the way his eyes flared up like a matchstick to a kindling was beautiful to watch.

Our lips crashed together.

And oh, Goddess I didn’t think I had heard something as sexy as the sound that left my bully’s lips when Connor groaned against my mouth.

My heart raced as his hands came up to cup my face, and the touch sent electricity racing down my spine.

This wasn’t like the kiss at the dining suite which had been calculated and controlled like a power play.

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This was raw, uncontrolled and desperate.

His hands slid into my hair, tugging slightly, and I gasped against his mouth.

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He took advantage immediately, deepening the kiss, his tongue sliding against mine in a way that made my

knees weak.

“This is a bad idea,” he muttered against my lips, but he didn’t pull away.

“Terrible idea,” I agreed, grabbing at his shirt, trying to pull it free from his pants.

“The party is about to…”

“Fuck the party.”

I reached for the buttons I’d watched him fasten just minutes ago, fumbling to undo them but he caught my hands.

“Sienna, we can’t. Not today!”

“Yes, we can.” I looked up at him, and whatever he saw in my expression made something in his resolve crack.

His eyes darkened.

“Goddess help me,” he muttered.

Then he was kissing me again, harder this time, his hands dropping to my waist and lifting me.

I wrapped my legs around him automatically, and he turned, walking us backward until my back hit the wall with a soft thud.

The impact knocked the breath from my lungs, but I didn’t care.

All I cared about was Connor’s mouth on mine, his hands sliding under my tank top, his body pressed against me like he couldn’t get close enough.

I tugged at his hair, and he groaned, the sound vibrating through both of us.

“Take me to the bed,” I managed to gasp out.

He didn’t need to be told twice.

With his hands on my ass he crossed the room while still carrying and kissing me like his life depended on it. he crossed the room and threw me onto his bed.

I bounced slightly, breathless and wanting and already reaching for him.

He climbed over me, his weight settling between my legs, and I’d never felt anything so right in my entire life.

His mouth found my neck, kissing and biting in a way that made me arch against him.

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“Connor,” I gasped.

“Say it again.” He rasped, his voice dropping to a husky whisper.

“Connor.”

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He growled low against my mouth and the sound did something primal to me as I reached for his arms to pull him closer.

“So impatient” He muttered and then I could feel his hands everywhere on me. He was running his fingers through my hair, gripping my waist and sliding under my tank top to trace patterns on my stomach.

I was making sounds I’d never made before. They were desperate little whimpers and gasps that should have embarrassed me but only seemed to turn him on.

He pulled back just long enough to grab the hem of my tank top.

“Can I…”

“Yes,” I interrupted, breathless. “Yes, yes, just take it off”

He pulled it off in one smooth motion, tossing it somewhere behind him.

For a second, he just looked at me, his eyes dark with want, and I felt suddenly self–conscious lying there in just my bra and jeans.

“You’re beautiful, Sienna,” he said roughly.

When he said my name like that, heat pooled low in my stomach.

“Say it again”

“Dont get too cocky” He said and I was amazed his brain could function enough to tease when I was unraveling under him and all we had done was kissing so far.

Before I could respond, his mouth was on my collarbone, kissing a path down to the swell of my breasts.

I arched into him, my hands fisting in his hair, and felt his smile against my skin.

“So needy,” he murmured.

“Your fault,” I managed to gasp out,

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