My Stepbrother's Forbidden Touch: The Night We Finally Gave In to Years of Hidden Desire
My Stepbrother's Forbidden Touch: The Night We Finally Gave In to Years of Hidden Desire My Stepbrother's Forbidden Touch: The Night We Finally Gave In to Years of Hidden Desire It started with a glance across the kitchen table that lingered too long. My heart slammed against my ribs as his eyes—dark, knowing—locked onto mine. I felt heat bloom low in my belly, a traitorous pulse between my thighs that made me shift in my seat. God, why did looking at him always do this to me? He was my stepbrother. We'd grown up under the same roof since I was sixteen, him twenty. Off-limits. Wrong. But the way his gaze dragged over my lips made my breath hitch, made me wonder what his mouth would feel like if he ever closed the distance. Three years had passed since college scattered us, but now we were both back home—me between jobs, him after a breakup that left him quiet and brooding. Mom and Dad were away for the weekend, some anniversary cruise. T...