Shackled: A Stepbrother Romance Novel by Arabella Abbing Read Free Book Online Page A

I didn’t. Hell, I could have taken your phone and hidden it so you couldn’t call anyone, but I didn’t do that either.”
    “And why didn’t you?”
    Suddenly, Jonathan was directly in front of me, leaning over far enough for me to feel the heat of his breath on my cheek. I felt my heart speed up from the close proximity and my eyes drifted shut at the soft sound of his voice in my ear.
    “Because I knew you wouldn’t call anyone to rescue you. Because even though you may want to hate me, there’s still a part of you that’s hung up on me.”
    I wanted to deny it—to argue that I’d moved on—but the feeling of his warm fingertips brushing against my hand stopped the words before they could come close to being spoken.
    Say something. Do something. At least back the fuck away from him!
    My mind was screaming at me to take action, but my body definitely wasn’t on the same page. I felt almost drunk from his proximity and my body slowly swayed forward to get closer to his warmth. We were close enough together now for me to detect the faintest hint of the cologne he always wore and the scent made my heart pound against my chest.
    God, I missed his smell.
    “Believe me, I understand how you feel,” he whispered, drawing his head back just far enough to lock his heated gaze onto mine. “Because I’m still hung up on you, too.”
    I slowly shook my head, unable to break eye contact as I whispered, “You were never hung up on me to begin with.”
    The smile that curled his lips didn’t even come close to reaching his eyes. “You see, that’s where you’re wrong. I’ve always been hung up on you. Just took me a hell of a lot longer than you to figure it out.”
    “You’re lying. You only think you want me because you can’t have me.”
    Everything changed the instant the words slipped past my lips—his eyes darkening with something wild and passionate as his jaw ticked. The fingers that were running against my palm suddenly gripped my wrist and he straightened his spine to tower over me, his stance almost menacing.
    I instinctively backed away, and then let out a whimper when I found myself trapped between the wall and his strong chest. He was breathing heavily as he stared down at me with desire.
    “Can’t I?” he asked, and it took me a moment to remember the context before my eyes went wide.
    Then his lips were on mine and my resistance shattered.

Chapter Thirteen

Jonathan
    S o much for apologizing .
    Fiona moaned against my mouth and I answered with a groan, pressing her harder against the wall and slipping my thigh between her legs. Her hips immediately ground down and I rocked forward to meet her, lust sending all my good intentions straight to hell.
    I hadn’t intended for this to happen, but when she called me a liar, I had been unable to stop myself. I didn’t want her because I couldn’t have her. When she accused me of it, something in my gut screamed at me to take her. To prove to her that I could have her and after I had her screaming and begging for more, I’d be right here to tell her that I still wanted her.
    I would always want her.
    When I was on top of her earlier, it had been a total accident. Between her blatant teasing and her squirming, my cock had immediately risen to the occasion. If she hadn’t pushed me away when she did, I would’ve kissed her then. Maybe I would have pushed for more.
    Okay, I totally would’ve pushed for more. That was pretty much a guarantee.
    And she probably would have slapped the shit out of me in return.
    But now? I had no idea why , but she was responding in kind to every touch of my body against hers and letting out these sexy, breathless little groans every time I pressed my lips harder against hers. I was going to take full advantage for as long as she’d allow it.
    So I used my thigh to open her legs wider and placed myself between them, letting my hands go to her ass to hold her up against the wall while I ground my lower body into hers.