Chapter 287 - Claimed By My Stepbrother (Cadell Security Series)

Hallick’s POV

I move around the kitchen, my mind already going through everythig that I need to do today. Harrison sent me another job to take a look at, Mackenzie messaged asking if Seona and I would be able to come into the bakery an hour earlier as Maxton has a paediatrics appointment that she’d forgotten about. I needed to fit in some time at the gym and as I reach into the refrigerator to remove the milk, I realise we really need some groceries.

I hear the soft footsteps of Seona behind me, so in tune to her presence, I can hear her even barefoot as she walks across the carpeted hallway to the kitchen.

I turn around, smile already on my face, about to tell her about Mackenzie when I focus on the woman in front of me. My body freezes, well almost all my body, my mouth running dry as I take in Seona’s attire. Gone are the sensible skirts and shapeless blouses that I’m used too, instead she’s wearing the jeans we bought when I first took her shopping along with the crop top, I insisted on buying her.

I know I should speak, look away, anything but I can’t, my gaze is rivetted to the woman, soaking in every inch of her, from the tousled blonde hair that falls past her shoulders to the tantalising strip of creamy flesh that teases me from across the room.

Time has stopped, I’m aware of nothing except Seona, so familiar yet in that moment, so wildly different. The movement of her arms jars me out of my revere, and my feet move without instruction toward her as her arms start to wrap around her body.

Reaching her, I grab each one, forcing them back down by her sides as her eyes, that I can see have now clouded with uncertainty, look up at me.

‘Don’t f.ucking cover yourself love’ I order her, my voice strained as her bare skin under my palms burns. ‘Don’t you ever feel like you have to cover up.’

Seona licks her lips, and my gaze darts to the flickering tip as I swallow a groan, desire flaring though my veins at the vulnerability that shines from her face.

‘Do you . . ‘ she swallows softly, ‘do you like it?’ she asks me timidly.

I can’t stop the pained laugh that leaves me, closing my eyes to try and reign in the overwhelming urge to show her just how much I like what I see.

Opening them again, I swallow, ‘my opinion matters?’ I respond, dodging the question, needing to hear, but also fearing what she’s to going to say.

Seona nods silently, her cheeks colouring cutely but she doesn’t break eye contact with me, her eyes telling me something that her lips can’t seem to muster.

I suck in a breath, soaking in the vision before me before I slowly nod, ‘I f.ucking love it’ I growl honestly.

Seona’s shoulders relax as her small smile plays around her lips, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth as she gazes at me.

‘I’m . . . glad’ she murmurs shyly, ‘I was worried . . maybe you didn’t like it, you didn’t think it suited me.’

I laugh again, shaking my head slowly as I inch into her space, the younger woman backing up slightly until her back hits the doorframe, her gaze still holding mine.

I reach out, tugging gently on one of the tendrils of hair that frames her face, watching it bounce back into its original curl.

‘I like your hair too’ I mutter, rubbing the ends between my thumb and forefinger, mildly surprised at how soft it is and fighting the urge to lift it to my nose so I can smell her shampoo.

Seona blushes, her hand moving to press against my chest but not actively pushing me away.

‘I hoped you would’ she admits, ‘I haven’t worn t down in a long time.’

I frown, knowing instinctively why, ‘you should always wear it down’ I huff, ‘your hair is too pretty to be tied up all the time.’

I study the blonde woman closely, feeling the shift between us, the charge of electric that vibrates around our bodies. She can feel it too, I can see it in her eyes, the way her gaze flicks down to my lips and back again as that wicked tongue teases her bottom lip again.

We stand, toe to toe, my huge frame, barely an inch from her soft curves, neither of us moving, waiting, for the other one to do, to say something, anything.

‘Mark’ Seona whispers, her voice breathy with longing , the tips of her fingers bunching the front of my shirt as, every so slightly, she tugs me closer to her.

Something snaps inside of me, the chains I have wrapped around myself falling to the ground as I move. I don’t even know if Seona met me halfway, all I’m aware of is my mouth on hers.

It’s better than I imagined, her lips are soft and pliable, moving against my own as her hands slide up my chest and around my neck, pushing up on her tip toes so she can reach me as I wrap my arms around her waist.

A soft mewling sound comes from her chest as she tries to get higher, closer to me, her fingers wrapping the short strands of my hair, teasing them.

I slide my hands down her side, over her ass that I can’t help but pull into me, wanting her to feel what she does to me, how much I f.ucking want her, have always wanted her.

Seona bites on my lower lip gently, making me growl, I can feel her smile against my mouth which changes to a gasp of surprise as I swiftly lift her up, pressing her back to the doorframe, wrapping her legs around my waist.

I take advantage of her gasp, thrusting my tongue into her mouth where she duels me for control. That’s my girl, don’t just give me control, make me work for it, show me that you aren’t scared anymore, not of me, not of anyone.

Seona unfuses her lips from mine, tilting her head back, but only enough so that I can get access to her neck. Her hands push against the back of my neck desperately as she releases a soft sweet moan that I’ve heard once before, knowledge that makes me even harder, that she was indeed doing what I thought, what I imagined as I brought myself to pleasure.

‘F.uck love’ I groan, sucking the flesh of her neck into my mouth, tasting her sweetness.

‘Mark’ she moans out, pulling me closer, my name on her lips is almost my undoing as I realise just how far I’ve fallen.