Page 45 of Steele

“I can do that.” I rose onto my knees and straddled his lap. “You passed the test.” I pressed my lips to his as another pin loosened the twist, and my hair began to tumble around my shoulders. His mouth opened, and this time, I kissed him with the fierceness he’d rained on me. God, he tasted so good. The hint of whiskey lingered on his tongue, and the heat of his mouth had my core clenching and my nipples aching.

Brett growled and took control, winding my hair around his fist as he plundered my mouth. I slid my palm under the leather of his cut and onto the hard slope of his shoulder. With a shimmy, he shrugged off the cut. His shirt was warm and soft. I felt him everywhere all at once. His cock hard against my pussy. His hands tangled in my hair. His lips on my skin. And his breath in my mouth.

While I worked to open the button and unzip his jeans, he tried to figure out the hook and eye on my pants. I laughed, gave up, and slid off his lap. “Let me.”

“I fucked my fist last night thinking I’d never see you again,” he said as he bent down, unlaced his boots, and tugged them off. “Thought I was hallucinating when you walked into The Bearded Goat.”

“If you hadn’t seen me, I would’ve turned and run.” I toed off my shoes as I unhooked my pants and let them fall to the floor. “I’ve thought about you so much, it scares me.”

“Fuck.” His gaze raked up my legs, pausing at the scrap of lace covering my pussy. “I want to see you.” He leaned forward and rested his forearms on his thighs. “I need to see you. All of you.”

I hesitantly fingered the edge of my shirt, then slowly lifted it over my head, let it dangle from my fingertips, and shook out my hair.

“I’m obsessed with your ass. Turn around and take off your panties.”

I sucked my lower lip, then let it pop free. Electric energy buzzed through me. I dropped the shirt and slowly turned. I glanced over my shoulder as I slipped my thumbs under the thin elastic and lace at the sides. The panties were a thong with the string tucked between my cheeks.

Not going to lie, I had an ass. I had hips and tits. Not exactly an hourglass, but my body wasn’t petite. I’d lost weight since the accident. My brother called me skinny, but only because he compared me to my former self.

“Bend over, Jaymi.” The rough and demanding tone of his voice had me riding the edge of sanity. “Drag your panties down your thighs slowly.”

My heart raced. I didn’t hate my body, but I wasn’t like Clover with long legs, a killer body, and a pussy men would pay for. What I had hadn’t been enough for my husband.

Like Tuesday night, whiskey helped tamp down my insecurities. Maybe I wasn’t stunning like Clover, but he was here with me when he could be with her. With a tug, I stripped out of my panties. As I turned toward him, I reached behind my back and unhooked my bra. The thin silk straps fell into the crook of my elbows. Cool night air coming in through the open window and Brett’s stare had my nipples hard and aching.

He stood. With the snap of his jeans undone and the zipper half-lowered, his cock stretched out of his boxers. He closed the space between us and circled my nipple with his fingertips.

Shallow breaths gusted past my lips. With a palm around my neck, he tipped my head and kissed me. His tongue slicked across my lips and slipped into my mouth. A low moan rolled from his chest as he crushed my body against his.

“I thought I imagined just how good you felt against me.” His palms roamed over my back as he kissed me again. “Stay with me tonight.”

I laughed and finished lowering the zipper on his jeans. “I guess I assumed you’d already invited me to stay the night.”

Bending his knees, he braced his hands under my ass and lifted. I wrapped my legs around his hips and draped my arms over his shoulders. I kissed him, sucking his lip into my mouth. He kissed me back as he carried me toward the door. I wasn’t sure what he had planned, whether he wanted to fuck me against the wall or carry me out to the chapel to show everyone I was his. With his hands on my ass and his dick grinding against my pussy, I didn’t care. I kissed along his jaw and opened my mouth over the tattoos on his neck and sucked his flesh.

The scent of his cologne was more intoxicating than the heat of whiskey flowing through my veins.

“Catch the light.” His words came out as a growl and seeped into my chest.

I snapped off the switch, and he carried me to the bed. Muted light from the parking lot cast shadows in the room. Outside, bikes rumbled, and laughter mixed with the drone of voices.

As Brett lowered me to the mattress, he followed me down. Stretched out next to me, he hovered over me and sucked my nipple into his mouth.

A low moan rolled from my throat. I sifted my fingers through his silky hair, holding him to my breasts as he laved one nipple then tasted his way to the other.

“Moan for me, baby. Let me know I’m making you feel good.”

“So good.”

Sitting up, he ripped his shirt off and flung it to the floor. Moonlight from outside the window seeped through the sheer curtains bathing him in a soft glow. Muscles in his abdomen flexed, and the ink on his skin darkened in the fading light.

He smiled as he stared down at me. “You good?”

I scooted up the bed to give us more room. “So good,” I said again and bit the edge of my lip.

Leveraged over me, he braced on one arm and slanted his lips over mine. I think I liked his kisses as much as I liked him holding my hand. His mouth opened, his tongue tasted, and his lips caressed mine. He kissed me like he loved the taste of me, growling softly as he ravished my mouth.

As he rained kisses over me, tempting my mouth into a delicious tease, the soft touch of his fingertips whispered over my flesh. A whimper slipped past my lips.