Free Shackled: A Stepbrother Romance Novel by Arabella Abbing Page A

tossed me on the bed, grinning when I laughed.
    His eyes stayed locked with mine as he gripped my hips and pulled until my ass was on the edge of the bed, then slowly kneeled down until his face was hidden from my view. I propped myself up just in time to watch as he nuzzled my inner thigh, pressing a light kiss there before he sloppily licked at the damp center of my panties.
    Oh my fuck .
    I squealed with pleasure when he yanked them to the side and licked up my slit—all thoughts about why this was a bad idea leaving my head instantly. He sought out my clit with his tongue, swiping over it again and again until I couldn’t help but to clench my thighs around his head and drop back, calling out his name to the ceiling while he brought me to the edge and abruptly stopped.
    “No, no, no,” I whimpered, reaching to twist my fingers in his hair and hold him in place. “Please don’t stop.”
    The low chuckle against my core was like torture—pleasant in sensation but nowhere near enough to bring me back to the edge.
    “You want me to make you come?” he asked, moving his hands to tug at the underwear on my hips. I lifted up enough for him to get them down, sighing when he trailed kisses all the way down my left leg, then up my right. “Tell me.”
    I nearly rolled my eyes, wondering why on earth I’d thought he’d be anything other than commanding in the bedroom when I knew he was the same way out of it. I could feel myself blushing, but my need won out over my embarrassment.
    “Yes, I want you to make me come. Please.”
    “Tell me how .”
    I growled in frustration and ground my teeth together when I heard him chuckle. He was working his way up my body, stopping at my chest to kiss everywhere except my tight nipples.
    “You’re such a tease,” I whispered.
    “ Me? And what would you call what you’ve been doing to me all day?” he asked, amusement coloring his voice before he took a nipple between his lips and sucked.
    “That— ohhh —that wasn’t teasing. I—It was seduction .”
    “Sweetheart, you don’t need to seduce me. I’m already yours.”
    My heart went wild, pounding hard against my chest and demanding clarification of exactly what he meant by that.
    But then, he bit down on my nipple and used his hand to caress my other breast before rolling the stiff peak between the callused pads of his fingers. Both my thoughts and my body melted beneath his touch.
    I reached out to touch him and let out a noise of discontent when I realized he was still fully dressed. I tugged at the neck of his shirt until he moved back, pulling it over his head with ease and settling back down on top of me. I ran my fingers over his broad shoulders and as far down his back as I could reach, moaning at the combined sensation of the muscles flexing beneath my touch and his mouth and hand still working me.
    “Jonathan, I need you. Please.”
    He pulled back to stare into my eyes, searching for confirmation that I really wanted this. I used the opportunity to reach between us, pulling at the waistband of his jeans and hoping he’d get the message.
    Jonathan knelt between my legs and I sat up, working his zipper while he undid his belt and flung it carelessly to the side. When I finally managed to get his jeans open, I snaked my hand inside, dipping beneath the fabric of his boxers and firmly gripping his hard length.
    God, it felt even bigger in my hand than it had looked the night before. I glanced up in time to watch as his head fell back, the muscles of his throat working as he swallowed hard while groaning deep in his chest. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
    “ Enough ,” he grunted, reaching to pull my hand away so he could stand up and kick off what was left of his clothing.
    I opened my legs as he crawled over me, staring down at his cock as it got closer and closer to my sex. It was certainly bigger than any of the few guys I’d slept with at college, and for a split second, I felt a pang of fear