Free Evaleigh by Alexia Stark Page B

shoved her onto the bed.
    Sprawling across his blankets, she struggled to get her feet back under her. “You know, I know how to dispose of a body.” Kicking her shoes off, she settled into a more dignified position.
    He let out a laugh. “I’ll be careful not to tell the authorities. I bet they’d really love that bit of info.” He turned on the mounted TV, tossing her the remote. “Familiarize yourself with some shoddy evening shows.”
    Undaunted, she flipped through, until the familiar strains of laughter and silly quips let her know Friends was on. He crossed the room to the bathroom. As soon as she heard the shower, she got up with a grin.
    He should know better. Before she could draw a breath, she was out of the room and racing down the stairs. Holding her skirt in one hand and the railing in the other, she reached the bottom in time for a hulking force to tackle her.
    On her belly in the front hall, she glanced up over her shoulder at her brother. His body pinned her in an intimate position, and she swore she could feel an erection pressing against her ass.
    “Did you really think I’d fall for that?” he asked, and she nodded, a grin tugging the corners of her lips. In a graceful motion, he got to his feet. His fingers locked around the flesh above her elbow, unforgivingly tight. He jerked her to her feet and brought tears to her eyes.
    Tight lipped and angry, he hauled her upstairs. Not wanting to struggle or fight, she let him believe her complacence, enjoying the game. They’d played as kids too, when he’d sneak out and she’d be waiting for him when he got home with threats of telling if he didn’t do her favors. Favors that usually consisted of checking out books from the library she herself couldn’t get.
    He wrenched her into his room, and she readied herself to be tossed on the bed, but instead, he pulled her toward the shower.
    “I really want a shower, darling, and since you want to sneak out…” He ran his free hand through his ebony hair, his blue eyes sparkling at her. “well, you’re coming with.”
    “Whose social skills are lacking now? You never shower on a first date,” she muttered, and he let out a tense laugh.
    “When did you get so mouthy? Is this what alcohol does to you?” He whisked her dress off, pausing as if shocked she wore nothing underneath. Well, nothing but perfume. Watching his shocked expression, she arched a brow and ran a hand up her arm and over her shoulder, looking away with a coy smile.
    “Stop it.” He stumbled back, then undressed with finesse despite trembling fingers.
    “Aww, brother, you seem tense. Want me to rub your shoulders?” She turned him, rubbing his neck with skillful fingers that knew their way around nerves and muscles.
    He groaned, then pulled away. “Enough, sister .”
    She wondered if the emphasis on sister was a warning to her or a reminder to himself, but when he turned, she studied his erection with curious eyes.
    “Want to take a picture? Jesus.” He propelled her to the tub, holding her firm while she stepped over the lip.
    “Why? I could see you naked anytime I wanted.” She stood, hands splayed on tile, water raining on her chest.
    “Is that so?” he asked, pushing her forward to claim the spray.
    “Yes. You’d be easy to seduce.” She turned to him, moving the shower head to focus on her neck.
    “I’m your brother. I think there are laws about that.” He moved the silver apparatus back to cover himself and stood under the hot water.
    She turned the knob and waited. “Actually, the laws only apply if you’re blood. At least, in this state, anyway. Besides, did you know most mammals indulge in incest, if only to teach their young about mating?”
    “Fascinating.” He turned, yelping as the water went cold. When he darted out of the water, she turned the knob again, claiming the spray for herself. She turned her back to him, letting the heat warm her face. Running her hands through her hair, she tried not