Forbidden Desires - In Love With My Stepbrother

Chapter Sixteen

LIZ'S POV

There was a man in my kitchen. It was what I wanted to believe. There was an incredibly handsome man, dexterous with the ball and magically perfect in the art of subtle seduction, cooking for me. That man is your damn step brother and he is cooking in his father's house.

I rejected sanity. There was no point ruining the moment. What was more important was that he was fixing me a meal and that was romantic. I stood by the kitchen door watching him. He was good at everything he laid his hands on. He was swift and precise with the utensils, chopping, dicing, washing and doing everything all at the same time. That made my heart swell.

"Do you cook for people often?"

I asked him, lazily from my spot at the door, after watching wordlessly for what seemed like ages. He turned to me, he was bare but for the apron and a pair of jeans he had on. I wondered why he had stripped his upper body, but there was no point in wondering when I loved watching every single muscle that strained as he worked and lifted things. It was a beautiful sight.

"I cook when I want to, but not for people."

He replied without much feeling.

"Well....don't you cook for someone special? Well, like a girlfriend?" I asked.

My own question embarrassed me but it was already out before I could hold it back. He did not turn to me immediately to give a reply, but he had heard me and I saw his shoulders bob for a while. He was freaking laughing.

"Liz, I wish I had a girlfriend who would watch me fix her a nice meal like I'm you now." He said in reply and then he laughed some more when he noticed the blush creep up my cheeks.

"You know, the only person I used to cook for every time was the one who taught me how to cook." He added.

I nodded. He did not have to say anything else, I was sure my guess was right.

"Your mom?" I asked hesitantly.

He stiffened but nodded anyway. I had my glasses on, so I knew that it was tears that were welling in his eyes. He turned away from me and faced his cooking again. I could tell it was a touchy subject for him and I did not want to push the topic further.

Soon, the meal was done and he was dishing.

"Your meal smells so good." I commented.

He smiled and carried the dishes to the dining room. I had not touched anything throughout the entire process. Well I tried, he was the one who wouldn't let me.

"You know, the last time I made a meal here was about two years ago and it was for my dad." He said when we had settled to eat.

"I cook a lot for my mom. Or should I say, I used to cook a lot for my mom. She does the cooking these days." I chirped in causing a small smile to appear on his face.

We did not talk about anything else until we were done eating. The meal was as great as the cook and it only strengthened my resolve to push him to carry me off my seat.

"I wanted to eat you from the first time I saw you. I still have not changed my mind about that." Were the words he murmured in my ears when he carried me off slowly, my body colliding with the hard walls of his naked body. I could have let out a moan from the impact of the touch, the sparks that his bare skin meeting with mine ignited was insane.

"Well, maybe this is not the best time. And we have not stopped being ste...."

The words died on my lips when his lips joined with mine in a fierce and demanding kiss that made me surrender even my soul to him. He kissed me long and hard, that when he pulled away, still carrying me in his arms, he was breathing hard and his eyes had come alive with a new look that I was not very much acquainted with, but liked all the same.

"Liz, don't say no. I want you. Badly"

The words heightened my arousal as it made me remember that we were step siblings and as such, had no business with wanting each other. But the Stark reality was staring us in the face and how much we were going to have to deny that, I did not know.

I did not point it out this time that we were step siblings. He knew that as well as I did and it was pointless bringing it up. It did not affect how he felt about me nor did my constant remembrance of what was right and wrong change anything.

"I want to take you today, Liz, and I want there to be no regrets later. Don't say no, Liz." He pulled me even closer to me and I felt his hard-on poking into my thigh as his hands trailed down my stomach.

The words did not have to be any more coaxing. He did not have to speak more tenderly. I wanted him as much as he wanted me and I had gotten around to convincing myself that it was not so much of a crime if I finally f****d my step brother. It would be considered incest, an abomination, but between us, it would be a testament of what we feel for each other and it would be a dear experience and a memory to cherish.

"Kiss me again, Will." I implored and he did.

This time, he was walking towards his bedroom and I was not oblivious of this. I wanted him as much as he did me, but I soon began to have uneasy feelings. Maybe something was going to happen. Something bad. Something scandalous. Something that would make us both ashamed. Maybe it was what we were going to do.

It was my rationality coming to the fore again! I wanted to just throw my senses away. I didn't need to be with the one person who appeared in my dreams and gave me wet dreams. I did not need to be in love with him; to be uncontrollably attracted to him.

His palm on my breasts turned my brain to mush, he raised up my tee shirt and took a n****e into his hot mouth, making me moan at the delightful feeling. We were almost at the door of his room when suddenly, we heard something that made us freeze in our spots.

There was a knock at the door.