Her Stepbrother, Her Hero(6)By: Terry Towers
He spread his hands out to his sides, fingers splayed and wiggled them. "I vaguely remember you hate being tickled. Pretty sure that hasn't changed."
Gabriella held back the grin that was attempting to form on her lips. Instead she frowned and raised a cynical brow. "You’re threatening me with tickling. Seriously? What are we, ten?"
"Throw that roll in your hand and find out, little sister."
Again, she fought back a smile. This was such a silly situation. But still... She looked over her shoulder at the exit to the kitchen. If he was serious she would have a head start...
Fuck it! Hauling her hand back, using as much force as she could muster she whipped the roll at him, hitting him square in the forehead. She had to place a hand over her mouth to keep from laughing at his comical expression of disbelief as the roll bounced off his forehead and onto the table.
"Oh, it's on!" he roared as he lunged around the table at her.
Gabriella's eyes widened in surprise and she yelped, turned and sprinted out of the kitchen and into the foyer. She hesitated a moment on whether she was going upstairs, but opted for the living room knowing she'd never make it up that flight of stairs without him catching her first.
She had just made it into the living room when a strong arm wrapped around her waist and she found herself being lifted off of her feet. She screamed and attempted to wiggle from his grasp, but he easily overpowered her and she was tossed onto the suede navy-coloured sofa.
Seconds later, Anthony was on top of her straddling her waist and pinning both her hands up over her head with his one large one, while his other hand found that torturous sweet spot at her side, just below her breast. "Anthony! Let me go!" She wiggled and squirmed¸ her hips bucking up under him. She closed her eyes and laughter roared from her and she bucked harder against his massive frame. "Please! Oh God! Pleeease Anthony!"
"Oh, I love to hear you beg, Gabby!"
When she got to the point where she was out of breath from her begging and laughing he finally relented. With her heart thumping wildly within her chest, she slowly opened her eyes. As she gazed up at him, the humour was rapidly disappearing from his eyes and was being replaced with a look more primal and hungry. It was then that she realized that in her wiggling her skirt had hiked up around her waist and she was beginning to feel that ridge of his growing erection against her pelvis. Five years rolled back and it felt like prom night all over again.
His scent came to her, an enticingly masculine combination of soap and aftershave. She tried to force down the desire rising up within her, but it was near impossible. She wanted him. She'd wanted him from the day she first met him despite how much torment he’d put her through and she wanted him now, especially now that she knew it hadn't been him who had spread that nasty rumour. Maybe there was a reason beyond wanting to get away from her that caused him to just suddenly up and join the Marines without a word to her about that night.
"Gabby..." His eyes searched hers; indecision accompanied the hunger.
He wanted her. She trembled under him at the thought of being with him and feeling his hard naked body against hers. As much as she'd tried to convince to herself that she hated him over the years it hadn't kept his image from creeping into her fantasies from time to time. Hell, he’d been the one and only object of her fantasies.
Anthony's eyes followed her tongue as she swiped it along her lower lip, the fire within them growing stronger. God, she wanted him to kiss her, she was silently begging him to. Her heart began to accelerate once more, but this time from her desire and anticipation of him.
"Tony..." she answered, her mouth going dry. His brow creased as he considered her calling him Tony, something she rarely did.
With hesitation he slowly lowered his lips to hers. She closed her eyes and sighed as his lips barely grazed hers, touching hers so lightly, she wondered if she had imagined it or not.
"I've wanted you from the first day I met you Gabby," he whispered softly against her lips. "So many years I've been waiting to do this. Fantasized about it."
Gabriella's lust-filled eyes flew open and she stared up at him. Was he serious? "But... but why didn't you ever tell me?"
He pulled back from her slightly to look her in the eye and gave her a shy grin. "Because I was a horny teenaged boy and just before you and your mother moved in here, Dad warned me if I ever touched you or made an advance on you of any kind he'd cut off my balls and feed them to the dog."
Gabriella giggled. "Fair enough."
“Dad nearly did when he caught us that night.”
“Ohhh.” Why hadn’t she thought of that?