Kisses From My Cowboy Stepbrother, Part 2 (of 2) Read Online Free Page B

throwing him my shirt. He caught it with one hand and tossed it over his shoulder. He then quickly unbuttoned his jeans. He slipped them off in front of me, letting them fall down to his ankles. His black boxer/briefs were revealed, along with his muscular legs, which I had not seen before.
    Goddamn. Is there anything about this guy that isn’t sexy?
    It was like I was standing in front of an underwear model. It almost didn’t seem real. Connor noticed me staring at him and then immediately gave me flak about it.
    “Emily!” he cried, as he playfully covered up his chest. “You dirty dog, you! Stop staring at me!”
    I started laughing as I shook my head. “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I responded.
    Then I reached down and unbuttoned my own jeans, carefully slipping them off so as not to accidentally slide my underwear off with them. The wet denim clung to my skin but was I able to get them down without my panties coming off. Once the jeans were down to my ankles, I stepped out of my shoes and my jeans at the same time. Connor walked over and picked my pants up from the floor. Then he stood up, sliding his gaze up and down my body.
    So there we were, standing inches from each other in nothing but our underwear. I could feel the sexual tension thrumming in the air. My body tingled and my pussy began to throb as I looked at my cowboy stepbrother who stood before me, looking as sexy as ever.
    “You are fucking perfect,” Connor exhaled slowly.
    This is bad news, right here. I’m going to get into a lot of trouble.
    Connor drew in a long breath and then stepped close to me, placing his hands on my hips and pulling my close. My crotch pressed into his and a moment later, I felt a bulge began to grow within his boxers.
    Any and all thoughts of Connor’s past flew out the window. My instincts were taking over and all that I could think about was having him. In that moment, I didn’t care what he had or hadn't done years before. Not surprisingly, the gorgeous, half-naked man in front of me caused me to lose my senses.
    I stood on my tiptoes and pressed my lips against his. Our mouths opened and our tongues began to caress against each other’s. The kiss turned me on even further and I moaned softly as I leaned toward him.
    Connor slid his powerful hands up my sides. Our naked skin was pressed against each other’s as we kissed. I had had a feeling that when I came back to the farm I’d end up fooling around with him, but I had no clue that it was going to happen so quickly.
    I reached my hands up and placed them over Connor’s muscular shoulders. Then I gently pulled away from our kiss and looked him in the eyes.
    “Didn’t you say something about throwing our clothes in the dryer?” I asked, playfully.
    Connor chuckled and shook his head.
    “I did,” he responded. “But I think that can wait. There’s something much more important in front of me right now.”
    Then he leaned forward and kissed me once again. This time, though, his hands dropped and he grabbed my ass, lifting me off of the ground. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he held me there as we kissed.
    We made out for a moment and then Connor broke our kiss. Without saying a word, he carried me across the living room and into his bedroom. He gently laid me on the bed and then resumed our kiss as his body loomed on all fours over mine.
    Oh, God. This is so bad. But I’ll be damned if it doesn’t feel right.
    My legs were still wrapped around Connor’s waist and as he leaned forward, it caused the bulge in his crotch to press against my pantie-covered flower. A burst of pleasure shot into my body as he bucked his hips forward, creating a gentle friction.
    God, yes...
    My hands moved up and down his back and, within a second, I found myself bucking my hips forward as well. The friction increased and along with it, so did the pleasure. After a moment, Connor pulled away from our kiss. We gazed into each other’s eyes for a brief second and then I watched