Forged in Steele (KGI #7)(78)

Steele scowled. “It was a logical assumption at the time. And if that’s what he thinks, he won’t say anything. Sam’s not one to throw around personal information. I trust him more than I trust just about anyone else.”

She studied him thoughtfully. “I bet you don’t trust many people at all, do you?”

His brow furrowed. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“Not saying it’s good or bad. Just an assessment.”

“I trust my team, otherwise I wouldn’t have them under my command. I trust Sam, Garrett and Donovan, otherwise I wouldn’t work for them. I trust Rio and his team as well. I may not always like working with them, but I know they have my back and they know I have theirs.”

She cocked her head to the side. “I’ve witnessed you and Rio at odds on several occasions. Why don’t you like each other?”

“I wouldn’t say we’re at odds. We’re just competitive. He thinks his team is the best. I know my team is the best. I don’t like or dislike him. I don’t feel strongly about him one way or another. He’s someone I have to work with and so a certain amount of civility is called for. Anything beyond that isn’t needed for the job to get done.”

She laughed and shook her head. “That is so something a guy would say.”

“In case it escaped your notice, I’m a guy.”

She slipped her hand between them and cupped his groin, giving it a light squeeze. His c**k hardened immediately against her fingers.

“Oh, I think I’ve noticed,” she said.

“You’ve got about two seconds to move your hand or you’re going to be on your back with me inside you in five.”

She kissed him, giving him one more light squeeze. “That’s hardly a deterrent,” she murmured.

Then she pushed off him and scooted off the bed, leaving him staring after her.

As she dressed, she felt him watching and when she looked back, he was regarding her lazily, a thoughtful gleam in his eyes.

“Do I even want to know what you’re thinking?” she asked.

“I like that you don’t play games,” he said bluntly.

Her eyebrows went up. “What does that mean exactly?”

“You say it straight. You aren’t afraid to admit things even if you’re unsure of the reaction or if what you want is reciprocated. I like that you don’t play coy and that you seem to be as into me as I’m into you. There’s no guessing with you and I like that. It’s pretty damn refreshing.”

“You’re ‘into’ me?” she breathed. “I know you like me. I know you’re attracted to me. But for some reason, the way you said that just made it sound so much more serious. I like it. The way you said it. I’m going to savor those words for a while.”

He pushed up to his elbow, his gaze heated as it roamed up and down her body. “Yeah, I’m into you, Maren. I’m in deep and I don’t see any way out for a very long time. I hope to hell you’re in this with me because if not, things are going to get way messy.”

“If I was any more into you, I’d never find my way out,” she whispered.

“That’s not a bad thing from my point of view. I wouldn’t care if you got lost. As long as you were lost with me.”

“I’ve never had a conversation with a guy like this,” she said ruefully. “It kind of freaks me out in an oh-my-God way. A good way. I just don’t want to screw it up, Steele. I’m still figuring out my feelings for you, but I’ve been attracted to you for a very long time.”

She broke off and stared back at him, scared shitless to say the thing uppermost on her mind. But he liked that she was open. She just hoped she wasn’t being too open.

“I could so see myself falling in love with you,” she whispered. “But you need to tell me, Steele. Tell me if that’s not something I should let happen. I’m making myself vulnerable to you and you swore to protect me. I know that means physically, but I’ve exposed something to you I’ve never exposed to anyone else. My heart. And you have to swear to protect that too.”

He pushed off the bed and walked toward her, his eyes glinting with determination, the blue fierce around the black of his pupils. He palmed her face in his hands, holding her firmly in place as his lips descended to take possession of hers.

“Let me make this really damn easy for you, Maren. What I’m about to tell you I’ve never told—never felt—for another human being except my parents. I’m giving you something I’ve never given another person outside my family. If that doesn’t make me vulnerable to you, then I don’t know what does.”

“What?” she whispered.

“I’m pretty damn sure I’m already in love with you.”

Her eyes widened until she had to blink against the discomfort. “Really?”

“Yeah, really. I’ve never been in love before. I don’t know what it feels like. But if it feels like I’ve been gutted and ripped in two because you’re missing and I have no idea where the hell you are and if you’re hurt or afraid, then yeah, I’d say I’m in love with you. Or if it feels like I don’t ever want to be away from you, even for a few minutes, and that I want to spend every day of my life making sure you have everything you’ve ever wanted. Or maybe love is feeling like I’ve been handed the most precious gift anyone has ever given me because you’re here in my arms and you’re pregnant with my child.”