Free The Ugly Sister by Penny Blake Page A

he turns and looks up at to me.  The only thing that moves are his eyes, which slowly rake up and down my body before meeting my gaze.  And when he does, there’s a hungry, predatory gleam in them I’ve never seen before. I take a step back, only to feel the cool wall against my back.
    I make an awkward little “ta da” gesture that resembles jazz hands, realizing I look more dorky than sexy, and suddenly feeling completely exposed and utterly stupid for throwing myself at someone with zero interest in me.
    Rio continues to stare at me with hooded eyes, then he shifts slightly in his seat.
    “You like to tease me, don’t you December?” he says, carefully setting the laptop on the coffee table without breaking our stare.  “I’ve warned you time and time again that this is not a good idea, but you just don’t listen.  You just don’t listen.  And now this.”
      He stands up and I’m struck by how large and physically imposing he appears in my small living room.  He seems to suck all the air out of the room as he slowly moves toward me, sending my heartbeat racing and blood rushing to my ears.
    After closing the distance, he gently raises a hand and tucks a lock of hair behind my ear.  His lips part as if he’s going to say something, and there’s a question in his eyes.  But he doesn’t say a word. 
    Instead, he cradles my face in his hands and kisses me so gently and with such restraint that I’m completely undone.  And the only thing I know is that every cell in my body is vibrantly, brilliantly alive with wanting him.  This beautiful man who’s kissing me with heartbreaking tenderness.
    “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs in a husky whisper against my lips.  “You know that?  You have no idea, no idea how fucking beautiful you are.” Then he presses his lips to mine even more softly this time.
    After wanting him for so long, his calm, steady restraint is more than I can stand.  I’m a fiery ball of need and I melt against his body, kissing him with everything I have.  Crushing my breasts against his rock hard chest and tangling my fingers in his hair.  He responds by deepening the kiss, plunging his tongue into my mouth and humming low in his throat.
    Then he moves his mouth down and weaves a scorching trail of kisses of down my neck.  I tip my head back and sigh at the exquisite torture.  The combination of soft lips and sandpapery stubble burning a trail of fire on my oversensitized skin.
    Then his hands grasp the globes of my ass and I feel myself being lifted up, my back pressed against the wall as he continues to rain kisses along my neck and collarbone.
    I wrap my legs around him and smooth my hands over his shoulders and biceps, savoring the feel of his powerful body suspending me in air.  Delighting in the way his hard chest presses against mine, his strong arms supporting my weight as if it’s nothing, and the rich male scent of him all around as his mouth moves over my throat.  The gentle rhythm of his hips pumping ever so slightly as something hard and massive presses against the softest part of me.
    For months I’ve wanted this man—craved him—and now that it’s happening, and it feels even more amazing than I ever imagined.
    His lips move lower and he pulls the cups of my bra down, worshiping my breasts with his mouth.  As his tongue moves over my nipple, liquid heat shoots straight to my sex and my clit throbs.  I grind myself against his hardness with abandon, needing him inside me to take away the vast, aching emptiness.
    He meets my eyes and gives me a half smile, “Patience, December.  Good things come to those who wait.”
    “I don’t want to wait, I want to come,” I plead, breathless with wanting him.
    He groans low in his throat and then carries me to the bedroom.  The next thing I know, his weight is pressing me into the mattress and his lips are on mine. His hand travels possessively down my body, clutching and kneading, while his