His face flushed a deep red.
Making three men hard in one night wasn’t on my bingo cards for tonight. It made me feel like I had prowess or something.
“What’s so bad about being turned on, Rom?”
He scoffed, maybe because of the nickname or because of what I just said. But he didn't back away. He just stared at my lips, his eyes dark with lust.
“Do you want to kiss me? You’re staring. You know I won’t stop you.”
“I can’t kiss you, Jenna. You’re my best friend’s sister.”
“Stepsister,” I corrected, frowning. “And what does that stupid boy have to do with us?”
He chuckled softly. “You won’t under—”
I didn’t let him finish. I leaned in and slammed my lips against his. I pulled back for a split second, looking at his shocked face. “Let him get pissed,” I muttered, and kissed him again.
