Melt (Steel Brothers Saga #4)(29)

I pushed her onto the bed and touched her between her legs.

Wet and silky. She was ready for me.

I sank into her.

Fuck. She felt amazing. I thrust into her again.

Bliss. Had I ever used that word before in my life? Now was a good time to start. I had just had her an hour ago, and already I was prepared to spill. This time, without the restriction of the latex barrier between us, I felt every crevice, ridge, every bit of soft suction. And I couldn’t help myself. My balls bunched up, and the tiny seizures started low.

“I’m so sorry, baby. I wish I could last longer, but oh my God.” I thrust into her with one powerful plunge, spilling into her deepest recess.

She exhaled beneath me, her forehead beaded with sweat.

She hadn’t had an orgasm. I’d been so selfish. Again.

“Sweetheart, thank you for indulging me. And now”—I licked my lips—“I’m going to make it up to you.”





Chapter Fourteen





Melanie




Jonah’s cock was soft against my thigh. He moved toward me and kissed me—a gentle kiss this time, not the frantic, ferocious kiss he usually gave me. Now that he’d taken his sexual edge off, maybe he truly did want to see to my pleasure.

And I would let him.

He broke the kiss and inhaled, looking down at me. His eyes were nearly black and full of fire. “My God, you’re beautiful, Melanie. You look like an angel.”

An angel I was not, but I didn’t want to ruin this moment.

“And you look like the devil,” I said.

He raised his eyebrows.

“I mean that in a good way. There’s a darkness in you, Jonah, a darkness I seem to be drawn to, that I can’t say no to.”

He smiled then. “As long as you can’t say no.” He trailed kisses across my cheek to my earlobe, where he nibbled, and then he thrust his tongue into my ear canal.

I shivered all over, oozing between my legs.

Then he trailed his tongue down my neck and inhaled. “Mmm, you always smell like lavender.”

Lavender was my favorite fragrance and flower. Perhaps he hadn’t noticed the lavender plant on my night table. He was probably getting a good whiff from that as well.

He inhaled again. “I’ll never get tired of your scent.”

He continued to trail his lips down, over my shoulders, down my arms. He kissed each fingertip of my left hand and then went back up my arm. He kissed my chest and then stopped for a moment and cupped my breasts.

I’d always felt woefully inadequate in that area, but he eyed them lasciviously, licking his lips.

“I can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted to taste those red nipples.” He gave my left breast a slap.

I gasped. It didn’t hurt, actually. It just felt…different. And I was very afraid of different. Melanie Carmichael was a good girl. I grabbed his hand. “I…”

“What?”

“I’d rather you not do that. No one’s ever…done that to me during sex.”

“You don’t like it?”

I couldn’t say I disliked it. I just wasn’t sure how I felt about it. Mostly just uncomfortable. But how could I explain that to him? “I just would rather you not slap me. Period. On my breasts, my butt, anywhere.”

“All right, Melanie.”

Now I felt terrible. “I know a lot of women like it. But for now, please. Just don’t.”

He rolled over onto his back. Shit, now I’d done it. He wouldn’t want me anymore. Well, if he couldn’t have sex without a slap, maybe we weren’t meant to be together. We hardly knew each other, after all.

I looked over at him. “Are you all right?”

“I’m fine. I just…like that. That’s all.”

“I know. That’s obvious. I just don’t have any experience with that kind of…sex. And I’d rather not do it. At least not right now.”

“You want me to leave?” he asked.

“Of course not. I want you to stay. I want you to do what you promised me but without slapping me.”

His eyes were laced with something I couldn’t read. He turned on his side and propped his head in his hand. This was the darkness I knew resided within him. Darkness that I was both drawn to and afraid of. The darkness that called to me. One day, I knew I would succumb to it. But I had to be ready.

He still hadn’t said anything.

“You don’t have to do anything,” I said. “I’m sorry if I spoiled the moment.”

“You didn’t spoil it.” He rolled onto his back and closed his eyes.

At least he wasn’t leaving. He was a better person than I was. I had sneaked out after that first time. It had been a coward’s way out, and I’d felt like shit for doing it. I had to do something to lighten up the mood here. I gazed at his tense body, so perfect. From his angled masculine jawline, his rugged silvery stubble, his long wavy dark hair, his broad shoulders, just the right amount of chest hairs scattered over his flat nipples, and his gorgeous rippled abs. His nest of black curls, and his flaccid cock, looking ever so normal, a far cry from how massive he was erect. His thighs were big and strong too, leading down to sleek calves and oddly smooth feet for such a rugged man.