Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother novel Chapter 162

Chapter 162

The smell of coconut and salt wafted through the air, and I inhaled deeply.

Kasmine trailed slightly behind June, keeping her distance from me as we walked in. It irritated me. She was doing it on purpose.

As soon as we reached the changing area, she turned to June. “I’ll be right back,” she murmured before slipping away into one of the dressing rooms.

June nodded, giving me a little smile before heading into her own changing space.

And Kasmine?

I followed her.

I stepped inside her dressing room just as she was unzipping her bag, and my hand. tended against the doorknob when my gaze fell on the bikini she had packed, but I tamed

the vexation trying to take root.

The door clicked shut behind me, and she whipped around, eyes widening.

“Kester-

I didn’t let her finish.

Gripping her waist, I pulled her flush against me, pressing her back against the door. She let out a small, startled gasp, her hands coming up to brace against my chest. Her skin. was warm through the thin fabric of my shirt, and her signature perfume scent–vanilla- wrapped around me like a drug.

“Why aren’t you talking

a me?!

She blinked up at me, lips parting slightly. “What?”

“You’ve barely said a word to me all morning,” I murmured, my fingers tightening slightly on her waist. “Not even a glance. Not even when I was right there with you in the car.”

She swallowed, her throat working as she tried to form words. “I–I was just… thinking.”

I tipped my head down, my mouth a breath away from hers. “Thinking about what?”

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Chapter 162

She hesitated. “It’s nothing.”

Liar.

My fingers slid up her sides, feeling the way her breath hitched under my touch.

“Kasmine.”

I cupped her chin, tilting her face up to mine. I wanted her to admit what was really going on in that pretty little head of hers. But I knew she wouldn’t.

So. I kissed her instead.

“What-” she started, breathless, but I swallowed the rest of her words with another kiss. My hand moved, sliding up the inside of her thigh, finding only the thin strap of a thong barring my way.

She jolted when I pushed the lace aside, my fingers brushing against her damp heat. My other hand dipped into my pocket, retrieving the small object I’d been waiting to use.

Kasmine tensed as I pressed the cool, smooth tip of it against her entrance.