Forged in Steele (KGI #7)(33)

“You’re really good with your hands,” she said. “But you’re even better with your mouth.”

He arched an eyebrow and amusement simmered in his eyes. “Is that a hint?”

“It’s a fact,” she returned.

He chuckled. “In that case, I’ll have to prove you aren’t wrong.”

He shifted downward, his hands sliding down her sides to her hips and then down to cup her ass. She squeezed her eyes shut and arched upward as soon as his tongue lapped over her clitoris. He nuzzled gently, licking, sucking and lightly grazing the sensitive, quivering flesh.

Then he pressed his tongue over her opening and licked upward in one long swipe.

Her knees went weak and her legs started shaking. He licked back down and then circled her opening, lightly rimming it before plunging his tongue inside her, tasting from the inside out.

“Steele!”

“Delicious,” he purred against her skin.

The low vibration of his voice sent shivers of pleasure through her belly. He toyed with her clit, circling and flicking it lightly with his tongue until it was rigid. Each swipe of his tongue sent her closer to orgasm, until her entire body was coiled into a tight knot.

“Inside me. Please, Steele,” she panted. “I want you now. I’m so close and I want you inside me when I come.”

“And I want to be inside you when you come. Tight like a fist around me and then when you get wet and silky? Never felt anything better,” he growled. “Want to see those eyes all cloudy with desire, those glasses perched so cute on your nose while you go wild for me. Only me.”

He rose, gripping her knees and spreading her wide as he positioned himself over her. He thrust forward, planting himself deep on the first thrust. Her hands flew to his shoulders, her fingers digging in as ecstasy engulfed her. Rising, sharp, overwhelming.

He began plunging, back and forth, hard and then harder still. Fast, forceful. His hips slapped against hers as his body came down over her. He covered her completely, his face buried in her neck as he continued to pump in and out of her. His teeth grazed her skin and then he sank his teeth gently into her neck, his tongue immediately soothing the love bite.

“Not going to last,” he breathed. “You feel so damn good, Maren. I could do this forever.”

She smiled dreamily as she ran her hands up and down the muscled wall of his back. She let them drift lower, feeling his bu**ocks rise and fall over her.

“I could too,” she whispered. “You’re very good at it, Steele.”

He chuckled against her neck and then kissed a path to her jaw before finally claiming her mouth again.

“Come with me,” he whispered. “Let’s go together.”

She closed her eyes and hugged him tightly to her. He slid his arms beneath her, holding her just as tightly to him. Tangled legs and arms, bodies joined, undulating. Hot, breathless. Kissing, gasping, soft sighs of pleasure.

It all ran together in a hazy blur as her orgasm crashed over her. She felt suspended in air and then began to slowly drift downward, floating back down to the bed where she lay beneath him as his chest heaved against hers.

“Steele?”

“Yeah.”

“Next time I want on top. I’ll even wear my glasses.”

His body shook with laughter, and then he kissed her nose. “You got it.”

CHAPTER 13

MAREN was draped over Steele’s body, warm and lush, her soft breathing signaling she was sound asleep. He made no effort to move her. He liked the feel of her in his arms, covering his body like a blanket.

He toyed with her hair, twining it around his fingers before gently tugging it away from her face so he could see her soft cheek. Her eyelashes rested against her skin, a shade darker than her light blond hair. She moved up and down with the rhythm of his own breathing and her legs were tangled with his.

Gently, so as not to awaken her, he slid the glasses from her face and set them on the nightstand so she’d rest more comfortably.

They’d finished their last bout of sex an hour earlier, and Maren had drifted into sleep after riding him long and hard. He’d loved every minute of having her atop him, head thrown back, hair flowing down her back, her br**sts pushed forward so he could touch and taste. As promised, she’d left her glasses on, perched precariously on her cute nose while she f**ked him senseless.

God, he was losing it. Thinking about her cuteness. Her nose and glasses for Christ’s sake. He glanced down, watching as she slept deep. Secure. Like she knew she was protected, and she damn well was with him.

He remained awake, though, savoring the still and quiet that had descended. And he liked having Maren in his bed. Or rather her bed. He leaned his head forward to press a kiss to the top of her head and left his lips there a long moment as he inhaled her scent.

He was in deep shit.

He didn’t have time to ponder that particular revelation because his sat phone went off.

Goddamn it. Not now. Anytime but now.

Maren stirred and lifted her head with a frown. “What’s that noise?”

He sighed. “I have to take that. Sorry.”

She started to slide off him but he rolled, gently setting her aside before he reached over her to where he’d put the phone on her nightstand.

“This better be goddamn important,” he growled into the phone.