Breathless (Steel Brothers Saga #10)(48)

Amazing. I wanted more. Needed more.

“I’m going to taste every inch of you,” he said again with a groan against my flesh. “Every. Single. Inch.”

I opened my mouth to respond that he’d better be ready for me to do the same, but his teeth gripped my nipple, and all that came out of me was a long moan.

He pinched the other between his thumb and forefinger, and I arched again, yearning, aching for more.

“I could spend all day on your breasts alone,” he said, his voice even lower than normal. “So beautiful and delicious.”

Then he dropped his hand from my breast, down to my vulva, and thumbed my clit.

I sucked in another breath.

“Mmm, you like that?” He thrust his finger back into my heat, still working my clit.

When he bit my nipple again, I lost it. The climax hit me with the force of a tidal wave. I’d never been multi-orgasmic. Usually one, and I was done. But with Bryce Simpson? This was number two, and he hadn’t even undressed yet.

“God, you’re killing me,” I panted, my eyes closed. Fragmented images swirled in my head as my whole body pulsed with the orgasm.

“Keep coming, honey,” he said against my breast. “We’re just getting started.”





Chapter Thirty





Bryce





Her flesh was so edible, and her pussy so tight and inviting. I forced another finger into her, expanding her, and she continued to clamp around me as her orgasm continued.

Fuck. She was so damned hot.

More than that, she was beautiful inside and out.

This was a woman I could fall for. Really fucking fall for.

Which meant this had to stop. Now.

Damn. Damn. Damn.

My cock ached. Seriously fucking ached, an ache so profound that I knew it would never end if I didn’t release inside her.

God, inside her. No condom. Just me and her, no barrier.

I clenched my teeth.

If I did this, if I let this happen…

Would once be enough? Could I get my fill and then leave, never to have her again?

I’d be living in this house, sleeping in this bedroom.

There’d be memories.

We had to get out of here. Anywhere. Another bedroom. Wherever. I just couldn’t have these memories here, in this room. I’d never get over her if I had to sleep here night after night.

When her orgasm subsided and she lay back on the bed, nearly limp, I took the chance I had. I swept her into my arms and carried her out of the master bedroom.

Her eyes snapped open. “What? Where are we going?”

“Somewhere with a bed,” I gritted out.

“Uh…we were somewhere with a bed.”

I didn’t answer, just moved to the next bedroom that had a queen bed. I tried not to think about the fact that my mother might be using this room. Or Henry.

No time for those thoughts. I laid Marjorie on the bed, her eyes still wide.

“I don’t underst—”

I lay down next to her, still fully clothed, and silenced her with a deep kiss. I didn’t expect her to understand my reasoning. I wasn’t completely sure of it myself. So I kissed her. And I kissed her. And I kissed her some more, stealing her sweetness and letting it saturate me.

I let my fingers trail over her chest, her breasts, down the small swell of her belly to her vulva and then through her folds still slick for me. My dick was straining against the prison of my jeans, longing for freedom, longing to thrust inside Marjorie’s perfect cunt.

But I hadn’t tasted every inch of her yet.

“Take your clothes off, Bryce. Please. Let me touch you.”

I was tempted, to be sure. So tempted. But if I undressed, she’d go for my cock, and I wasn’t ready for this to be over yet. If I was only going to have her once more, I wanted to savor it, relish it, take my time and drive both of us to the brink of insanity.

“Not yet,” I said gruffly.

“Please…” On a soft sigh.

“Not yet,” I said in a more commanding tone.

“Damn you,” she said softly.

I couldn’t help a slight smile. I liked being in charge in the bedroom. I liked it a lot. Marjorie Steel wasn’t a woman who submitted easily. In fact, her demeanor indicated she’d fight it. If I had the time, I could teach her the joys of submission. I could teach her everything about obedience during sex and the pleasure it could bring to both of us.

But that was a luxury denied me.

We had today. Right now.

I’d take her as she was. After all, why tamper with what was so close to perfection?

I didn’t need her to submit to know already how perfect she was. Her skin was fair and milky, her brown eyes warm and mesmerizing and curtained by thick onyx lashes. Her cheekbones were high, her cheeks rosy, and her chin with just the right amount of prominence.

Her neck long and creamy, and her breasts the ultimate size. Her brown nipples were large and begged to be sucked and chewed on. Her abdomen was just round enough, and her narrow hips worked perfectly with her long, thin, but shapely legs.

Her toes were painted bright red, as were her fingernails.

Fucking hot.

Even better than hot though, Marjorie Steel was beautiful. Achingly beautiful.

I lightly trailed my fingers over her cheekbone, down her jawline and neck, over the swell of her breasts, down her abdomen to her firm thighs, stopping at a jagged pink scar marring her perfection.