Andrew's POV.
I don't sleep.
I lie in bed, eyes fixed on the ceiling, and my heart pounding like I'm still standing on her damn porch.
"Goodnight, Penny."
I said it like a gentleman.
But there's nothing gentlemanly about the thoughts of what I want to do to her in my head.
I meant what I said. If I cross the line with her once, I won't stop. She's not some random hookup I can forget the next morning. She's Penelope Wright. Smart, sharp, way too good for me. My best friend's older sister. The one girl I've never touched. Until today.
Until that kiss that almost happened by the pool.
Until the way she looked at me after dinner, like she needed to come undone and I was the only one who could do it.
I'm so fucked.
The air in my room feels too thick. And my skin feeling too hot.
So I get up.
I tell myself it's just to get water. But I know where my feet are taking me.
Her room.
The door's cracked. A soft golden glow spills out into the hallway.
She's awake.
I shouldn't do this.
But I push the door open anyway.
She's sitting on her bed, curled up in an oversized tee and shorts that barely covers her ass, reading some paperback. Her legs are bare and tucked beneath her, hair loose, glasses sliding down her nose.
She looks up.
And just like that, the air charges between us again.
"Can't sleep either?" she asks, voice low.
"No."
She sets the book down. "You want to come in?"
That's all it takes.
I carefully close the door behind me, soft as a secret, and cross the room in two strides. I stop in front of her bed, staring down, jaw tight, every part of me screaming to walk away.
But I don't.
"I meant it, you know," I murmur. "If I touch you, I won't be able to stop."
Her breath hitches. "Then touch me."
I don't need to be told twice.
I climb onto the bed, caging her in, my hands braced on either side of her hips. Her eyes widen but she doesn't flinch or move.
I lean down towards her face, close enough to feel her breath. "This isn't just a hookup, Penny. I can't do that with you."
"I know," she whispers. "I don't want just a hookup either."
That's all I need.
My lips crash into hers, our tongues and saliva mixing together. I pulled and bit her lower lip as she moans, and everything I've been holding back breaks loose.
She tastes like mint and lemonade and something soft that wrecks me. Her fingers tangle in my hair as I press her into the pillows, our bodies flush, and our legs tangled. The kiss is wild and messy and perfect, all teeth and tongues and moans in the back of throats.
I pulled away, breaking the kiss.
"Andrew," she gasps when I move to her neck, dragging my mouth down the column of her throat.
"God, you drive me insane," I growl, hand sliding up beneath her shirt to find her bare skin.
She arches into me, a breathy whimper escaping her lips.
I lift the tee over her head slowly, eyes locked on hers the whole time. She's blushing but she doesn't stop me. She's bare except for a lacy black bra, and my jaw clenches at the sight of her flushed, breathless, and mine.
I press my mouth to her collarbone, sucking and kissing a trail lower and lower until she's shaking beneath me.
"Tell me what you want," I whisper against her skin. "And I'll give it to you."
"You."
I freeze.
Her voice is shaky but certain. "I want you, Andrew."
That's all it takes for my control to snap.
I reach around her back, unhook her bra, and slide the straps down slowly, savoring every inch of revealed skin. Her boobs big and round. Her tits pink and perky. Just as I imagined them to be..
She gasps, but her eyes never leave mine.
"Beautiful," I murmur. "So fucking beautiful."
I dip my head, taking one of her breasts into my mouth, and she lets out a moan so soft and sweet it nearly makes me lose control.
My hands trail down her stomach, fingers playing with the waistband of her shorts.
"Okay?" I ask.
She nods. "Yes. Please."
I slide them down, slow, dragging my fingers along her thighs, teasing. She's soaked. Her pussy wet and dripping cunt juice, ready for my dick. Her hips buck into my touch, desperate and needy.
"God, Penny," I growl. "You have no idea what you do to me."
I press a kiss just below her navel, then lower at the entrance of her pussy, tasting her, devouring her, making her come undone beneath me. She cries out, fists in the sheets, her breath ragged.
And when she shatters, I hold her through it.
But I'm not done with her.
I remove my shirt and jeans, and settle over her again, as I pull her legs apart, she opens for me like a secret, pulling me down into the fire with her.
I place the tip of my cock in her entrance. Rubbing and testing her. Our eyes lock, and then I thrust in–slow, hard and deep. She cries out calling my name. But when she gasps and wraps her legs around my waist, I lose all restraint.
It's not gentle.
It's fast. Hard. Desperate.
Our bodies move together like we've done this a hundred times. Like we were meant for this.
Sweat slicks our skin. Her nails rake down my back. I bite down on her shoulder to keep from moaning too loud.
She pulls me close, lips brushing my ear. "Don't stop."
And I don't.
We fall together, over and over, until we're both spent and tangled in the sheets, our hearts pounding, and breaths shallow.
She rests her head on my chest.
I thread my fingers through her hair.
We don't speak.
There's no need.
Because something changed tonight.
This wasn't just sex.
It was something deeper.
Something dangerous and absolutely inevitable.
But before I can say a word, before I can even reach for the blanket, there's a sudden pounding on the front door downstairs.
BAM. BAM. BAM.
Penelope jerks up. "Who the hell—?"
More banging.
Then Nick's voice, loud and sharp from below: "Penny! Open the damn door!"
Shit.
We freeze.
My eyes meet hers. Her pupils shrink in panic.
This isn't just a close call.
This is Nick. Her brother.
And we're naked in her bed.
"Don't move," I whisper, already grabbing my jeans. "I've got this."
"Andrew—"
But I'm already out the door.