Chapter 1: Sparks in the Summer Air
The summer heat clung to the air like a lover’s breath as Matty stepped off the bus, his duffel bag slung over a broad, muscled shoulder. At 22, he was all sharp edges and untamed energy, his dark brunette hair tousled from the long ride. He scanned the small-town street until his eyes landed on her—Emily, his older cousin, leaning against a cherry-red convertible with a smirk that could stop traffic. At 28, she was a vision of raw confidence, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, framing a face that knew exactly how to get what it wanted. And those curves—damn, her tight tank top strained against her generous chest, leaving little to the imagination.
“Well, well, if it ain’t little Matty, all grown up,” Emily drawled, pushing off the car with a sway of her hips that made his throat go dry. Her blue eyes raked over him, lingering on the way his t-shirt clung to his biceps. “You’ve been hittin’ the gym, huh? Not so scrawny anymore.”
Matty grinned, stepping closer, his shorter frame still radiating a cocky assurance. “And you’ve been hittin’ the ‘how to make a guy lose his damn mind’ classes, Em. Lookin’ like trouble in that outfit.”
She laughed, a low, throaty sound that sent a jolt straight through him. “Oh, honey, I *am* trouble. Get in. I’m not standin’ out here in this heat while you eye-fuck me.”
He tossed his bag in the back and slid into the passenger seat, the leather hot against his thighs. The drive to her place was a masterclass in tension—every glance, every brush of her hand on the gearshift felt like a dare. “So, what’s the plan for my visit, Em? Gonna show me the sights, or just keep me locked up in your house for... other reasons?” he teased, his voice dripping with suggestion.
Emily shot him a sidelong look, her lips curling into a wicked smile. “Depends on how much of a bad boy you’ve turned into, Matty. I don’t play nice with just anyone.”
By the time they pulled into her driveway, the air between them crackled like a live wire. Inside, the house was cool, but the heat between them was anything but. She poured them both a glass of iced tea, leaning over the counter just enough to give him a view that made his pulse race. “You know,” she said, her voice a sultry purr, “I’ve been thinkin’ about this visit for weeks. Wonderin’ if you’d still blush like you used to when I’d tease you.”
Matty stepped closer, setting his glass down with a deliberate clink. “I don’t blush anymore, Em. But I do bite back.” His eyes locked on hers, dark and hungry.
She straightened, closing the distance until their bodies were inches apart. “Is that so? Then show me, little cousin. I’m not some delicate flower waitin’ to be picked—I’ll break you before you break me.”
His hand slid to her waist, pulling her against him, feeling the heat of her through the thin fabric. “Challenge accepted,” he growled, and her smirk turned into a gasp as he crushed his lips to hers. The kiss was all fire and fight, tongues battling for dominance, her nails digging into his shoulders as she pressed her curves against his hard frame. They stumbled toward the couch, her hands already tugging at his shirt, his fingers dipping under the hem of hers, grazing the soft skin of her hips.
“Fuck, Matty,” she breathed, her voice rough with want as she shoved him down onto the cushions, straddling his lap. “You’re gonna regret startin’ this if you can’t keep up.”
He grinned up at her, his hands gripping her ass with a boldness that made her eyes flash. “Try me, Em. I’ve got all damn day to make you beg.”
Her laugh was pure sin as she ground against him, the friction sending sparks through them both. The room was about to ignite, and they were just getting started...
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