Chapter Thirteen
Walker
When Jade moaned into our kiss, what little control I had almost snapped. She arched her hips against me, and I became painfully aware of just how deeply I wanted her. I was rock-hard, my c**k swollen and tight in my dress slacks. Ever since I’d zipped up her dress hours and hours ago, I’d been in a state of unsettled arousal.
Her mouth was warm and pliant under mine, and her tongue was a maddening tease. My fingers curled against the door as one of her hands deftly unbuttoned my shirt. When her warm palm coasted over my skin as she pushed it out of the way, it was a special form of hell.
Maybe I was crazy enough to ignore the fact Lucas would have my head if he knew I had my hands all over his sister, but I definitely didn’t think he would appreciate that Jade
