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gotten them off, he was naked from the waist up. “What’s it look like?”
     
    I bit my lip, hard, to keep from
answering him. It looks good. Damn good.
     
    Slade’s chest was perfectly chiseled.
He’d kept in shape—hell, he was probably more ripped than he was when we were
teenagers. The tattoos he’d gotten back then were as striking as ever, the
black ink playing perfectly against his sun-kissed, ivory skin. I remembered
them like yesterday, like I was still up on the counter in our parents’ pool
house, digging my nails into Slade’s flesh. My feminine core throbbed and I
shifted just a little to accommodate the hot drop of lust that stained my inner
thighs.
     
    “I… I dunno,” I finally stammered
when Slade didn’t release me from his glare. “Just… shouldn’t you be in your
room with whatever girl you decided to hook up with?”
     
    “Do you see any other girl
here, Iris?” he asked, slowly rising from the couch. God, I loved the way his
muscles bunched and flexed. “It’s just us, sis. Just me and you.”
     
    I swallowed thickly, looking up into
Slade’s eyes. I wasn’t sure what I was feeling, or what I was supposed to feel.
Relief that he hadn’t brought anyone home—the sting of old wounds opening once
again—and even a thrill as my stepbrother, the first man who’d ever touched me in
that way, was standing shirtless in my living room. It was so confusing, so
overwhelming, but I didn’t want it to stop. I liked the thrill.
     
    I was so transfixed by Slade’s stare
and my own dizzying emotions that I hadn’t noticed he’d dropped his hands to
his belt buckle until I heard the sound of it coming undone. I gasped, taking a
step backward as he toyed with the button on his pants. Holy shit. What is
he doing?
     
    “Slade,” I began, but it was too
late. My stepbrother already had his pants unzipped. They dropped to the floor,
just like my stomach, and despite my best efforts, my gaze focused in on what
lay between my stepbrother’s legs.
     
    Oh, God. In
addition to his ego, his dick had gotten bigger, too.
     
    Even though Slade was wearing boxer
briefs, the outline of his swollen member was enough for me to make a judgment
call. Its girth pushed through the form-fitting fabric, stretching it so that
it was almost see-through. It lay up against his hip, so long that the tip of
it was pushed up beneath his waistband. As I stared at it, I saw it throb, and
I answered that single pulse with one of my own.
     
    I wet my lips. It had been so long…
     
    “My eyes are up here, Iris,” Slade
said, taking a slow, steady step toward me. I dragged my gaze up his body to
see him smirking. That curl of his lips, that knowing flash in his eyes—I
wanted to call it presumptuous. Cocky. But I couldn’t. Not when I couldn’t keep
the rhythm of my heart in check. Not when I was feeling exactly the way Slade
anticipated I would.
     
    “I never apologized for what I did to
you,” he said, the shadows playing over the swells of his abs, the hard planes
of his hips, his chest, his cock. “And if you’d asked me to years
earlier, I probably wouldn’t have. I was young and stupid and got it into my
head that the most important thing in the world was to break our little family
apart. I was angry at my dad for forgetting my mom. I was angry at your mom for
sticking her nose where it didn’t belong. But you? I was never angry at you,
Iris.” He licked his lips and continued his pursuit.
     
    “You know why there’s no sexy little
bar slut in your apartment tonight, sis?” he asked as I backed up into the
wall. I was reminded suddenly of the room we’d found ourselves in at the
hospital, how I’d very nearly given into a twinge of dark desire there. Slade
put one hand on either side of my head, effectively boxing me in, forcing me to
stare into his blazing eyes. “She’s not here because she couldn’t give me what
I need. What I’ve been craving ever since your tight, goody two-shoes