Breathless (Steel Brothers Saga #10)(49)

She shivered at my touch, such a light touch. “Please, Bryce.”

I’d ask about the scar later. For now… “Please what, baby?”

“Take off your clothes.”

“Not until I’m done touching and tasting every inch of you.”

“Damn you!” She fisted the raspberry comforter, her body tensing. “You’re not being fair.”

“Who said I had to be fair?” I teased. “I like having you at my mercy.”

“You’re going to pay for this,” she said through clenched teeth.

“I certainly hope so.” If her fingers and lips could touch every part of me, I’d enjoy the hell out of it. Savor it. Imprint it on my mind forever as the one time I experienced perfection in every way.

I moved back up to her face and pressed my lips to hers in a soft kiss. Her lips parted, and though I was tempted to dive into her sweet mouth, I held myself in check. Now my lips would visit where my fingers had blazed the trail.

I rained little kisses over her forehead, her cheeks, even her eyes when she closed them, her lashes a soft flutter against my sensitive lips. Then I trailed to her ear, kissing the lobe and then nibbling on it. She shuddered beneath me, and when I stuffed my tongue into her ear canal, she groaned.

“Bryce… Oh my God.”

I moved to her other ear, teasing it as I had the first, and then kissed her lips again, sliding down her chin to her creamy neck. I nibbled and licked the sensitive skin as she undulated beneath me, moaning and sighing.

“You’re so soft, Marjorie.” I continued to the upper parts of her breasts, kissing and licking and nibbling. “I could lick every part of you. You’re a feast.”

Not just for my eyes and mouth, but her soft sighs and moans were a glorious concerto to my ears. Her scent was warm and intoxicating and comforting, like a fresh-baked apple pie laced with feminine musk. The texture of her skin was like satin against my lips, and her taste… Oh, her taste… Tart apples and citrusy tang and musky arousal. No more delicious creation could possibly exist in the universe.

I moved downward, purposefully avoiding her nipples to tease her. She tensed beneath me, and they stuck out so hard and inviting that I nearly caved. But I held firm and continued downward, kissing the top of her vulva and the inside of her firm thighs, the scent of her musk only inches away. I slid my tongue over her scar at the top of her right thigh. She tensed beneath me for a few seconds, but then trembled and sighed softly.

I salivated, aching to slide my tongue into her, but I held back and continued down her legs, the skin pulled tautly over their shapely musculature. When I got to the tops of her feet, she squirmed. I ignored her silent protest and skimmed my lips over them and then kissed each pretty toe.

“Turn over, baby,” I said gruffly. “I want to kiss the rest of you.”

“You’re killing me,” she said softly, but she obeyed, turning over.

I kissed the bottoms of her feet and then proceeded upward, along her muscular calves to the insides of her knees. She giggled a bit, so I pressed my lips there again, tickling her. When I’d teased her enough, I moved upward to her thighs and then to that gorgeous butt. Her narrow hips produced an ass that was just plump enough, and I nibbled at her cheeks. Then I spread them slightly. Her cute little asshole was puckered and pink, and I swiped my tongue over it as it tightened, winking at me. She didn’t flinch. Was she experienced with anal? I loved anal play, but I’d never actually penetrated a woman there with anything other than a finger.

Damn. I’d love to sink my cock into Marjorie Steel’s tight little asshole. I’d never gone there with anyone. Had she? Could we be each other’s first?

I’d never know.

It would be too much to hope for this one time.

Still, I stayed at her ass longer than usual, pinching and kissing, licking and biting. Her posterior was a damned work of art.

I finally forced myself away from her bottom and moved upward, sliding my lips over her gorgeous back. Her dark hair fell over her back in a soft walnut veil. I pushed it to the side to bare her silky neck. I kissed the soft flesh, and then whispered in her ear, “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Every inch of you.”

She smiled against the comforter but said nothing in response. I gently turned her over so she lay on her back once more. Her tits stuck out, and her nipples were deliciously hard. I flicked my fingers over them. She jolted, gasping, and then she opened her eyes wide.

“When are you going to take your clothes off, Bryce? Please. Let me touch you.”

Part of me hesitated. If I stayed clothed, I could stay at a distance. Leave her perfection untainted. After all, I’d touched and tasted every centimeter of her amazing body. I’d kissed her glorious mouth, eaten her delicious pussy.

And once, I’d been inside that heat. I’d worn a condom, but still, I’d been there.

If I left now, I could feel less guilt.

But hell, the guilt was already eating me alive. Why not take what she was offering? The guilt would be there either way.

I should say something. Make sure she understood this was one time only, could never happen again, for her own good.

I opened my mouth. “Marj—”

She touched two fingers to my lips. “Stop. Don’t say anything. Just make love to me, Bryce. Please.”