Free Curve Struck (A Celebrity Stepbrother Romance) by Christa Wick Page A

softened, the heat of his lips softening hers in turn. Her nails dented the skin along his hairline and at the edge of his jaw as indecision curled her hands.
    She trembled against him when he took his first gentle bite of her bottom lip then sucked it past his teeth. He released his grip on her neck, his fingers sliding up to grab hold of the pony tail she had fashioned on the airplane. He pulled at the elastic band holding it in place as his other hand snaked its way to wrap lightly around her throat.
    "Fuck," he growled, pausing so they could both gulp in air. "You have no idea how hard it was being in bed with you last night, unable to touch you."
    Still fighting to catch her breath, Melanie tried to turn her head so he couldn't kiss her again. Declan laughed, the sound a low, rumbling warning. He cupped the underside of her chin, his other hand thoroughly knotted in her head.
    His lips brushed against her ear. "You still think I'm acting?"
    Her mouth quivered. She couldn't push an answer out. She felt exactly as she had predicted -- too wrapped up in the sensation of his touch that she was willing to believe anything he said.
    "Mulling it over, huh?"
    His lips brushed a soft, warm line down her neck that he retraced upwards with the tip of his tongue. With the grip he had on her face, he forced her mouth to return to his but didn't kiss her again. Instead, he tormented the edges of her lips, their corners, his touch light but magnetic.
    And then he bit the fat pout of her bottom lip and sucked on it. His hand moved down, back to her throat for a few seconds before firmly cupping one of Melanie's swollen breasts. She gasped at the contact. Her nipples, already hard tipped, began to throb. Her pussy took up the same pulsing rhythm. Her mouth shaped and reshaped itself as Declan continued to almost, but never quite, kiss her.
    A frustrated whimper bubbled up her throat.
    "Baby," he tormented. "If I didn't know better, I'd think I had your pussy all wet and achy."
    Melanie whimpered again, this time the sound one of pleasure and anguish.
    She was just a game to him, someone to hurt so he felt better about whatever issues he had with his father.
    "Am I wrong?" he asked, chewing along the curve of her jaw and down her neck. His hand slipped from squeezing at her breast to push between her thighs and cup her mound. "Do you want me in here? Are you going to let my cock into this sweet pussy? Are you going to let my mouth taste it, let me bite and kiss and suck at your little pearl while my fingers fuck in and out of you?"
    A shudder ran through Melanie. She came for the first time at Declan's touch, his dirty words and the images they provoked pushing her over the edge.
    Sensing victory, he pulled back and cupped the sides of her face, his gaze searching her expression for confirmation that he had just won his little game.
    "You believe me now?" he rasped.
    He leaned forward, his mouth zeroing in on hers until she released a small cry and shook her head. There was no afterglow to what her body had experienced. She felt weak for having climaxed in his arms.
    Weak and foolish.
    Seeing the exit sign for the airport over his shoulder, she shook her head.
    "Now I'll never believe you."
     

Chapter Eleven
    "I have a private investigator who is sweet on me," Cammie said, pulling into the parking space assigned to the apartment she and Melanie shared. "I bet I can get him to do some free digging on this Roger dude for you."
    "I bet you could," Melanie answered and forced a grin she wasn't feeling. "But I can't have you do that."
    Rolling her lips together, she crushed the urge to tell her roommate and best friend the whole story -- especially the part about Declan. But for some reason she was protecting the bastard.
    Oops, wrong word, she thought as she remembered how a switch had seemed to flip inside him when he'd used the word "bastard" in the limo.
    Sighing, she opened her door and climbed out of the ancient Honda.
    "You said he's a