Give Me Butterflies (Oaks Sisters, #1)

by Jillian Meadows

She wants to know what I want to do to her? Fucking everything. The words tumble from my lips. “I want to sink my fingers into your hair and kiss you. Taste your lips after months of wishing I could.” She leans in, setting her forearms on the counter. Her throat bobs as she swallows, and her eyes drift closed slowly like she’s savoring the idea. When she opens them again, they’re glossy and heavy with arousal as she whispers, “I want that too.” Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. My fingers twitch like they have a mind of their own. Like they’re about to follow through with my words. I clench my fists and force myself to stay on this side of the counter. “Then what would you do?” she asks. This doesn’t feel real. Maybe I’m still asleep in my bed, having a fevered fantasy about her. I bite the inside of my cheek, trying to wake myself up, but it doesn’t work. I’m still here, in the kitchen, with the woman of my dreams asking what I want to do to her. Taking a deep breath, I whisper, “I would run my hands up that shirt and finally feel your warm skin on mine. Find out if you’re wearing a bra, or if my fingers will get to slide over your nipples.” She goes perfectly still, and regret fills my chest. That was too far. I shouldn’t have said it. With our gazes locked, she presses her teeth into her bottom lip so hard that it turns white. Then she releases it and whispers, “No bra.” My legs go weak, and a low groan seeps from my throat.