"God, you're so beautiful," she panted, tangling with him in his minty cavity. "So f*****g beautiful..."
"You're devastating, Ellie," he gasped. "I want you so bad." He dug his fingers in her fair hair and kissed her like he meant it.
"I want you, too, Oliver," she breathed and then moaned into his kiss. "God help me, I want you!"
He kept leaning into their kiss until he was lying on top of her, cradled between her legs. Ellie coiled herself around him, not dissimilarly to the way his daughter had half-hour ago, and sucked his tongue into her mouth like a wanton madam of the smuttiest brothel. Her brother, as opposed to her fiancé, wasn't showing her much consideration in the way he transferred his entire weight onto her. He simply couldn't care less. He wanted to feel her, all of her,
