Melt (Steel Brothers Saga #4)(46)

The second time he had used those words. I knew I could trust him. I never doubted it. And oh, how wonderful it would be to unburden myself to someone. I had opened up a little bit to Oliver about it, as another physician. But to tell Jonah? To him, I was the brilliant therapist who’d saved his brother. What would he think of me? I couldn’t bear it if he thought less of me. And at this point, I didn’t think much of myself. I just couldn’t tell him.

“I can’t.”

“You can. It will help. You know it will.”

From the kitchen, the coffee maker dinged, telling me my pot of coffee was ready. I ignored it. There was only one way to get Jonah’s mind off of what was bothering me. And I knew what that was.

I sat down on him, pulling my spandex skirt up my thighs and straddling him, cupped his cheeks, and lowered my mouth onto his.

It didn’t take long for him to respond. His cock hardened beneath me. I ground against it, my clit tickling from the roughness of the denim enclosing him. Oh, how good it felt.

He broke the kiss. “My God, you’re driving me fucking insane.”

I took his lips again. Good, insane. Exactly what I wanted. I wanted to be driven insane too. I wanted to escape from the emotions overwhelming me. Escape from my patient who had taken her own life, from the love she’d hidden from me, from her father who’d threatened me.

Just escape.

And even though I knew it couldn’t last—escape never did—what better way to escape than in the arms of the most beautiful man on the planet? For that’s what Jonah Steel was. He was darker and even more rugged than his brother Talon. The silvery flecks in his stubble and in his beautiful black hair made me swoon. I unbuttoned his shirt quickly and pushed it over his shoulders. A gorgeous chest, too, adorned with just the perfect amount of black and silver chest hair. He let go of me long enough to pull his arms out and then grabbed me, cupping my breasts. He found my nipples through my blouse and bra, and they hardened, pushing through both layers of fabric.

I gasped into his mouth.

He pushed me off of him and laid me on the couch, touching me between my legs.

“Oh my God. You’re so wet. So wet for me.” He pushed my skirt the rest of the way up to my waist and spread my legs. “The lips of your pussy are engorged, Melanie. I’m going to eat you raw. And then I’m going to stuff my cock into you and fuck you. Fuck you all night long.”

I closed my eyes as he lowered his beautiful mouth to take my most secret place. When he swiped his tongue across my clit, I nearly unraveled.

“God, you taste so good.” He nibbled on my thigh, sucking, biting. “I could suck you all night long.”

“I won’t stop you,” I said, my eyes still shut.

“Open your eyes, Melanie. Open your eyes. Watch me as I lick you.”

My head was propped up slightly by a pillow on the couch, and I opened my eyes. His own brown ones were blazing as he licked between my legs.

“Don’t stop looking at me, Melanie. I want you to look as I suck this pussy. Tell me you want that. Tell me you want me to eat your pussy.”

“Yes. I… I w-want you to eat my pussy.”

He dived back in, shoving his tongue into my wet channel. Frantically, I unbuttoned my blouse and then lifted my bra over my chest to expose my breasts. I grabbed them both, flicking my fingers over my hard nipples.

Jonah dropped my labia out of his mouth. “So hot, sweetheart. Beautiful. God, I’m so hard right now.”

I continued twirling my nipples with my fingers, and he went back to my pussy, nibbling on my labia. I was going crazy, still playing with my nipples.

I closed my eyes.

He dropped my lips again. “I told you to leave those eyes open.”

I opened them once again, and he was staring at me, his eyes alight with fire.

“Don’t close those eyes again, Melanie, or I’ll stop eating you.”

I panted. “Oh my God, no. Don’t stop. Don’t ever fucking stop.”

He smiled. “I like it when you talk like that. I like it when you talk dirty.”

I was sure my cheeks were turning red, though I was already so warm I couldn’t tell. I was so hot, on fire, flames reeling all around my body.

When he forced two fingers inside my heat, I splintered around him. The orgasm came up on me fast, starting in my clit and then radiating up into my abdomen, my chest, throughout my limbs. I trembled, shouting, squeezing my nipples harder.

“Yes, Jonah, yes. I’m coming. So good. So good. So fucking, fucking good.”

In a flash, Jonah had unbuckled his jeans, unzipped them, and pushed them and his boxers over his hips, his cock springing forward. He climbed atop me and thrust inside.

“Oh, God,” he moaned.

“Yes, yes, you feel so good inside me.” I was still on the edge of my orgasm, and I could feel my walls spasming around him. “You feel that? You feel me? I’m still coming. Still coming.”

He groaned. “God, yes, amazing,”

He thrust and he thrust, panting against me, his chest hair abrading my bare breasts. When he finally released inside me, I came again, and together we completed our journey, panting against each other.

He took my lips in a kiss so violent, so fierce, I was sure we would both have bruises. I didn’t care. I wanted it. I wanted it all.

Our orgasms finally subsided, and he broke the kiss.