Forged in Steele (KGI #7)(13)

“I want you out of your mind before I get inside you because I can’t guarantee how long I’m going to last when I get inside that sweet pu**y of yours. Been fantasizing about it for too long.”

She let out a blissful sigh. “Oh, I’m with you, Steele. No worries there. I want you inside me every bit as much as you want to be there. Promise.”

Another grin flashed. “You been thinking about me too?”

Embarrassed heat scorched her cheeks. But if he could admit to his fantasies, she could definitely impart hers.

“Oh yeah. All the time.”

“Too bad we’re just getting around to this now.”

“I don’t know,” she mused. “You said you wanted me out of your system. If we’d done this before, we wouldn’t be doing it now, and right now I’m really glad it’s tonight.”

“Very good point. Let’s enjoy tonight then.”

She suppressed a sigh of unhappiness at the thought he wanted to have sex with her and be done. Not that she expected anything permanent. Steele wasn’t a permanent kind of guy. But it still stung that he wanted to exorcise her and never have anything to do with her after they had sex.

Oh well, carpe diem and all that jazz. Tonight would just have to fulfill any urges she had where he was concerned.

His tongue swept from her entrance up to her clit and then rolled teasingly, eliciting a gasp from her.

“You like that.”

His voice rumbled deeply from his chest, vibrating over her quivering flesh, sparking spasms of pleasure that coiled tautly through her midsection.

“Oh yeah, I like it a lot.”

He sucked gently with just the right amount of pressure. Her knees shook uncontrollably and her thighs went to jelly. He moved his hand down between her legs and tentatively slid one finger inside her while he continued to tongue her clit.

Her orgasm was rising, sharp, wildly out of control. She panted in an effort to stave it off. Not yet. She didn’t want it over so quickly. She wanted it to last. She wanted to savor every single minute of Steele in her bed, him touching and his mouth on her skin.

“Give me one, Maren. I want you to come in my mouth.”

She let out a moan even as she fought it.

“I want it to last,” she whispered. “I’ve dreamed about this too, Steele. I want it to last.”

A soft chuckle rumbled over her skin. “There’ll be more. I’m going to make you come many more times before I’m done with you.”

“Oh,” she breathed out. “In that case . . .”

“In my mouth,” he murmured.

He added a second finger, stretching her and softly caressing her slick passageway as his mouth continued his sensual journey, his tongue driving her to madness.

She arched upward, seeking more of his mouth, his fingers. So close. She teetered precariously, building, building.

“Steele.”

His name slipped out. A plea.

“Let go, Maren. God, you’re so beautiful. I wish you could see you the way I do right now. Flushed with pleasure. Your eyes glowing. Your skin pink. And you taste so unbelievably sweet.”

His words sent her right over the edge. Plunging hard and fast. The room blurred and spun dizzyingly around her. Her breaths were coming so hard and fast she was near to hyperventilating.

“Fucking amazing,” Steele growled from between her legs.

He licked and sucked, drinking deeply from her, until she was limp underneath him, completely sated. She lifted her hand as he rose over her and palmed his cheek as he came closer.

He turned his mouth in to her palm, pressing a kiss to the inside of her hand.

“Good?” he asked.

“Perfect.”

She could barely get the one word past her lips. She’d never felt so good in her life. She didn’t have the energy to move a single muscle. Thank goodness he seemed perfectly content to do all the moving for her.

He slid one hand between her legs, gently parting her thighs as he settled his big body over hers. He fumbled with the condom a minute with one hand while propping himself up off her with the other. Then he planted both hands on either side of her head and lowered his mouth to hers.

She sucked in a deep breath as his lips hovered temptingly over hers. She nudged her chin upward, impatient to have his mouth on hers.

She was rewarded when their tongues met in a heated clash. Hot, breathless. His tongue slid enticingly over hers, licking and sucking just as he positioned himself between her legs.

Her eyes widened when he started to push in. The head stretched her opening, sending streaks of pleasure winging through her limbs.

She knew he was big. She’d seen him. And she was dying to touch him. Wanted to know how he felt with her fingers wrapped around him. She wanted to know what he tasted like and she wanted to drive him crazy with her tongue, her lips, her mouth . . .

But nothing prepared her for the way he felt. Hot and hard inside her. Her body stretching to accommodate his width and length. It was like nothing she’d ever experienced.

“Don’t want to hurt you, Maren, but Jesus, you’re so tight.”

“It’s been a while for me,” she whispered, despite her earlier resolve not to let him know how long it had been since she’d had sex.

“Me too,” he whispered back. “Guess we’ll muddle through this together.”