Craving (Steel Brothers Saga #1)(19)

I chuckled back at him. “Seriously? Look where so-called love got me. Left at the damned altar.

Humiliated in front of my family and friends. Why in hell would I want to repeat that?”

“Maybe you don’t want love today, and maybe not tomorrow. But you will someday.”

“And who’s to say you and I are going to be together someday?”

Another chuckle. “I can guarantee you we won’t be together someday. I don’t love, blue eyes. I take. I take what others are willing to give to me, but I can’t give anything in return. It’s not in me.”

“I think you’re probably selling yourself short, Talon, but what does it matter? Tonight doesn’t have to make a future, does it? Tonight can simply be about what it is—two people enjoying each other’s bodies and releasing some tension.” I touched his shoulders, gently massaging them. “And damn, you’ve got a lot of tension built up.”

“I don’t want to fuck you to release tension, blue eyes.”

“Then why do you want it?”

“Not because I love you.”

Yes, yes, hit me over the head with it. “You’ve made that clear. What you haven’t made clear is why you want me.”

“Because I crave you. I crave your lips, your tongue, your body pressed against mine. I crave your sweet little pussy, your lips around my cock. I want to take you, own you, possess you for a night. I want to fuck you and fuck you and fuck you until neither one of us can take it anymore.” His eyes glowed, his dark nipples hardened, and his erection was apparent underneath his pajama pants. “I’m so hard for you right now, like granite. And maybe, Jade, maybe if I fuck you and take you, I’ll get this goddamned craving out of my system.”

My knees buckled beneath me. My skin was blazing and my pussy throbbing. He wasn’t offering me love. He wasn’t even offering friendship. What he was offering was a good old-fashioned fuck with his body that had been carved by artists in heaven.

I didn’t think about the consequences, about having to live under the same roof with him and what that would mean. I didn’t think about how it would feel to see him every day and not be able to touch him. I didn’t think about what the night might ultimately mean to me and the sadness I might feel at never being able to have it again.

I should have thought of all those things.

But I didn’t.

Instead, I met his dark gaze.

“You want to fuck me so bad? Then do it, Talon.”





CHAPTER EIGHT





TALON


I grabbed her arm and jerked her toward me. God, those breasts, against my chest…her hard nipples poking me… I was so fucking hard, so fucking ready to stick my cock inside her. In her mouth, in her pussy, in her ass. Wherever she let me. And she would let me go wherever I wanted. I could see it in her eyes, those steely blue orbs that haunted me. She’d let me have whatever I wanted tonight.

Why was I hesitating? I was Talon Steel. I took what was offered. I never felt the least amount of guilt.

I looked down at her red lips, swollen from the kiss I had given her. Fuck, that kiss… I’d been like an animal marking his prey. God help me, I couldn’t get enough of her lips, enough of her luscious tits pressed against me, enough of her blue gaze that crashed right into my soul.

I would be her undoing. I knew that without question.

But I didn’t care. I had to get my cock inside her. And if she was willing? Who was I to refuse?

I swept her into my arms and carried her down the hallway into my suite. I wasn’t going to be gentle. I was never gentle. And even though with her, I almost wanted to be, I was so fucking turned on now that I couldn’t be.

I set her down next to my bed. She turned to face me, her gaze never leaving mine as she slowly pulled the white tank top over her head. Her ample breasts fell gently against her chest, her brownish-pink nipples taut and hard. She cupped them for a moment, as if holding them out in offering, but then slid her hands down her sides and over her hips, taking her boxers with her. When they were a plaid puddle on the floor, she stepped out of them.

Fuck me. She was shaved bare, her ruby pussy lips on full display. I nearly creamed myself right there. I had to squeeze the base of my dick to calm myself down. Jesus, I was like a teenager around her.

She took a step toward me, placed her silky hands on my hips, and brushed my lounge pants down over my legs and onto the floor.

Her eyes widened when she saw my cock. I couldn’t help a small smile. Seconds later, though, she met my gaze, slid her hands up my abdomen and neck to cup my cheeks.

“Take me, Talon,” she said. “Take what you need.”

I could have thrown her on the bed and fucked her silly right then and there. She was ready. The lips of her beautiful pussy were already glistening.

But no. I wanted to go slowly, to savor her. I had to make this night count, make it everything it could be. I had to, because I needed to make damn sure this need went away after tonight.

“Get on the bed,” I said.

She smiled—oh my God, she was fucking beautiful—and complied.

“How do you want me?” she asked.

“I’m going to suck on your nipples, blue eyes. I’m going to suck them until they’re raw and aching.

Tell me you want that, baby. Tell me you want my lips all over your nipples, all over your breasts.”