“Water for me,” Zander said.
She nibbled on a cheese fry. “Mmm. Mmm, these are unreal. ” Her moans weren’t helping him focus on their agenda. “You’ve gotta try them.”
She offered him one. When he took it, his fingers brushed against hers and another jolt of energy surged through him. With his gaze cemented on hers, he bit into the crispy potato. Her expression darkened, her lips parted. The tension rippling between them morphed into full-blown desire.
She shuddered in a breath. “Good, huh?”
“Yeah, very good.” In truth, he had no idea how the damn fry tasted, nor did he care. All he wanted to do was run his fingers through her wavy hair and kiss her.What the hell is wrong with me?
The bartender placed two waters in front of them, then left without snagging Savannah’s attention.
She blinked several times before refocusing on her meal. Other than exchanging comments about the burgers, they ate in silence. But he was tuned in to her every movement—she paused between bites to look around, or she’d glance in his direction and offer a casual smile. As much as her hot looks turned him on, so did her chill vibe.
Always on the go, Zander rushed from task to task without enjoying himself or the moment. While he didn’t like Savannah’s resistance to his project, he’d overcome obstacles before. This would be no different. What he hadn’t expected was the arousing effect his stepsister would have on him. She was pushing all his buttons, especially the ones that should never be pushed by family.
Never.
When finished with her burger, she downed the last of her beer, wiped her lips with the napkin and leaned close. Her breath warmed his face and those deep, dark eyes filled him with desire.
“You have a little cheese on your lip.”
She whispered the words like she was sharing a secret. Before he’d lifted his napkin, she trailed her index finger across his lower lip. As soon as she slipped her fingertip inside her mouth and sucked, the already snug space in his crotch grew tight.
Damn her.If she didn’t stop, he’d have to take her somewhere,anywhere, and drive himself inside her until they surrendered to the ecstasy. And then, do it again because he wanted her that badly. But he couldn’t bring himself to say anything beyond a long, deep moan.
She withdrew her finger. “I have a sexy confession to make.”
His pulse skyrocketed. “Savannah, you’re treading in dangerous waters. You know that, don’t you?”
“I do.” Beneath the bar, she pressed her palm against his thigh. “Say the word and I’ll stop.”
A tornado of passion swirled around them. Though wrong, he wanted this, wanted her. “I’m listening.”
She stroked his thigh. He hardened. But more than his stiff dick, everything hinged on what she would do next. When she nuzzled his cheek, he ground out a groan. She pressed her lips against his ear.
“For years, I had the biggest crush on you. Night after night, I fantasized about you doing naughty things to me. I imagined sneaking into your room in the middle of the night and slipping into bed beside you. I wanted you to teach me how to give a blow job. I wanted your body on mine, your hardness inside me. But you didn’t know I existed inthatway.”
His pulse accelerated. The need to bury himself inside her escalated to a dangerous level. Facing her, he sucked down a steadying breath. “We were family and you were a teenager.”
Leaning back, she arched her brow. “Well, I’m not a teen now.”
“No,” he said, pinning her with a hard stare. “No, you’re not.”