Naughty & Nice (Love Notes, #2)

by D.J. Jamison

But I’d keep this kiss close to my heart, and remember the few seconds I’d had him in my grasp, my beautiful, sweet, annoying-as-fuck stepbrother who’d reminded me that life was full of moments worth living.

Now, as he moaned under me, rubbing his body against mine, I realized something I’d never fully admitted to myself before. I was in love with Quinn.

For two years, our families had lived together. For two years, I’d dedicated myself to drawing him out of his sad shell. I provoked him, teased him, tried to make him laugh. Somewhere along the way, Quinn became my whole world.

“Shh. Let’s talk after.” “Now he wants to talk after,” I muttered.