The Right Kind of Wrong: A Brother's Best Friend Romance Fabiola Francisco (free ebook reader .TXT) 📖

fingers sneaking underneath my shirt. I shiver at the gentle caress of his featherlight touch against my skin.

“How did we get here?” I look into his eyes as I crack myself open.

“I’m not sure,” he whispers, his lips centimeters from mine as his fingers continue their trail around my lower back. “I don’t think I care how we got here…” His palm flattens on my back, pressing my body to his.

I stiffen when I feel his erection against me, and my lips part.

“All I care about is that we did. It may be unconventional, unexpected, and complicated, but what good thing isn’t? And I think we could be a good thing.”

I hold my breath as Camden leans his head down, but instead of kissing me, he runs the tip of his nose across my cheek. These are words I’ve always wanted to hear; I just never thought they’d come from him. Yet here we are, lying on my bed, self-control barely holding on, vulnerable and honest.

“You always smell so good,” his gruff voice adds to the tension building between us. “So sweet.”

A surprised gasp escapes my lips when his teeth graze my ear lobe, and my body erupts into flames feeling his mouth anywhere on me, his lips skimming the skin below my ear.

“Fuck, Ally,” he growls, lifting his head to stare into my eyes. “I said I’d wait until we knew the gender to take you out, a little wager more for my own self-control than anything else, but I don’t know if I can…” his words trail off as his eyes flicker back and forth between mine.

I don’t wait. I don’t think. I just act—on impulse and lust.

I tilt my chin up enough to catch his lips. Camden is right there with me, matching my desire, need-induced kisses claiming me as my heart slams against my ribs. I part my lips when his tongue traces the seam, and our tongues tangle, creating a dance that’s guided by the beat of our hearts.

I breathe him in, weaving my legs through his, and groan when I feel his hardness so close to where I want him. My memory of our first time together may be clouded, but I’ll make sure to commit this one to memory.

One of Camden’s hands grips the back of my head while the other sneaks further up my back. His touch sears my skin, and his possessive kiss ignites a fire so hot that I feel like flames are licking my skin.

I moan and arch into him, pressing my lower body against his. Damn it, the feel of him has me wild.

“Need more,” I say between kisses, trailing my lips down his jaw to his neck, nipping his skin as his stubble scratches my face. He’s all man.

A deep growl sounds from the back of his throat. Camden brings his hand from my back to my ass, squeezing and pulling me to him.

“I can’t stop thinking about you. The way you felt against me, beneath me, all around me. I’m lost when it comes to you. So fucking lost, but I don’t want to be found.”

“You need to stop talking to me like that.”

Camden leans his body up, holding himself with his hands on either side of my body. “Why?” His eyebrows furrow in concern.

“Because I like it way too much.” I shift so I’m underneath him and wrap my legs around his hips, tugging him down onto me. I catch him by surprise, and he lands on me harder than I planned.

“Fuck, the baby,” his voice is laced with concern as he leans up a bit and places his hand on my stomach. “I didn’t crush him, right?”

I giggle and shake my head. “No. He’s okay.” My hand lands on his. We stare at each other for a few beats until a cocky grin appears on his face.

“You said he.” Camden nuzzles my neck .

“You’re contagious,” I try to argue.

When he lifts his face to look at me, his smile is less cocky and more…emotional. “I just want the baby to be healthy. Are you sure you’re okay?”

I smile and nod. His concern and attention get to me. Hell, it turns me on. Who am I kidding?

“Before we go any further, I need to say this because I don’t want to leave any room for worry in your mind. I’m clean. I know I should’ve brought that up before I got you pregnant, but I don’t want that to worry you. I never would’ve slept with you if I wasn’t. Not the most romantic thing, but considering the situation…” He runs a hand through his mussed hair.

“Thank you.”

“I guess since I already got you pregnant, we can…” His eyebrows waggle.

I try to hold back my chuckle, resulting in sputtering all over him, and heat creeps up my neck.

“Sexy,” he winks, using the hem of his shirt to wipe his face and giving me a peek at his abs. “Like what you see?” My eyes snap up to his, and I find myself staring at a crooked grin and arched eyebrow.

“I’m too turned on right now to feel weirded out that we’re about to have sex again, so yeah, definitely like what I see.”

Camden growls again, thrusting his hips into mine, causing a moan to slip from between my lips.

“I love your honesty,” he grits while his hands desperately lift my shirt. I arch my back to assist him and lift my arms so he can remove it completely.

I lie before him in my nude, cotton bra. My hair is a mess all around me. But Camden, he looks at me as if I’m some kind of gem. I shiver when his finger runs over the swell of my breasts, and he smiles. Wordlessly, he dips his head and begins kissing down my neck to my chest, lowering the cup of my bra before swirling his tongue around my nipple.

My body is sensitive, every touch and lick amplifying my desire. He moves to my other breast,