Dirty Country Love: A Step-Brother Romance Novella by Candy Quinn Page B

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him.
    His hand on her hip was firm, and she was more aware of it than
ever, the way his fingers pressed into her flesh.
    “You’re so different than I remember.”
    “Could say the same for you, doll,” he remarked with
that uneven smile of his, brushing a hand through her hair so
tenderly. All that muscle and strength but he touched and held her
with a delicate care not becomin’ of a man of his size. That
is, until his grasp tightened at her hip, his arm goin’ around
her waist and pullin’ her in tighter, showin’ how quick
those thick arms could conjure up so much power.
    “I thought I was bein’ a fool… havin’ the
thoughts I did,” he said, his voice husky and deep. “But
then once we was out on that dance floor… two of us movin’
together. Our bodies findin’ their tempo in unison… damn
Britney,” he said with a big intake of breath, lookin’
like he had to restrain himself so hard. “You an’ me just
felt so damn right.”
    Her heart was poundin’ so hard against her ribs she wasn’t
sure she’d heard him right. Said the words that she’d
been too afraid to even think, let alone say. He felt for her, really
did.
    And even though she knew it wasn’t right, the alcohol and
the high of bein’ with him was makin’ her less able to
control herself.
    So instead of pulling away, she pushed into him a bit more. She
focused on the feel of his hand on her waist, his warm, sweet breath
washing over her mouth. He was so damned tempting, she could barely
contain herself.
    But then she didn’t have to, because he swept in and kissed
her. His lips pressed to her full pair for what was her first real
romantic kiss. It felt like it happened fast and slow all at once,
and she was dizzy with the experience as he lashed his tongue along
the seam of her lips, and delved in between.
    Damien held her tight, his hand at the back of her head as he
squeezed her in his arms, and suckled at her upper lip. That tongue
of his proddin’ and probing her mouth ever so lightly, nudgin’
in just a lil’ bit as he stroked her hair, tangled up the
strands between his digits.
    It felt like a fairy tale, like somethin’ that only happened
in the movies. Her mind hummed with happiness, and it’s like
everything was more real and more fantastical all at once. She didn’t
know quite what to make of it, but her shoulders softened and all
that tension she’d been feelin’ since they came home
faded off into the distance.
    Her mouth was soft and yielding against his as his fingers worked
their way into her blonde hair, knitting there so gently. And when he
pulled away, his eyes locking with hers, she felt something explosive
between them, as if nothin’ were ever goin’ to be the
same.
    His eyes searched hers, seeking permission, and when her mouth
found his for the second time, he pulled her in tighter against his
muscular body.
    Those strong hands were no longer still, they roamed up and down
her body, along her figure, over her spine and down to her rear. He
squeezed and rubbed at her, luxuriated in the feel of her feminine
figure.
    A low, husky growl of a moan rumbled up from his broad, barrel
chest as he kissed her back deeply, then abruptly — without
breaking their lip lock — he hoisted her up in the palm of his
hand, cupping her rear as he lifted her with effortless ease.
    Part of it was the wrongness, the feeling that they should
definitely not be holding and touching one another the way they were.
It created a tempest within her, making her yearn for it all the
more, to break away from social expectations and just give in.
    Her arms wrapped around his neck, holding him so close, the pads
of her fingers rubbing up along his scalp.
    She brushed her delicate digits through his dark hair as their
lips smacked, and he squeezed her ass through her light summer dress.
    Damien held her up with ease, her weight no impediment or strain
for his thick, muscular arms, and he carried her over towards the
couch,