“Sure. You got any munchies?”
His audacity never ceased to amaze her. “Pretzels and nuts.”
“That’ll work.” He hopped onto her couch, took the remote control, and channel surfed. She groaned loudly and went into the kitchen to grab the items.
She watched as he guzzled the beer, his sensuous lips wrapped around the mouth of the bottle. She remembered how pliable and full his lips were on hers when they’d kissed at Cuervos. How strong his arms were around her, how heated his touch was as they pressed their lips together passionately. The memory of it sent a pulse of desire between her legs. “You want another one?” she rasped.
He pinned her with his gaze. “Yeah,” he said huskily.
She forced herself to get up rather than throw herself against his hard chest, heading to the kitchen and grabbing another beer. “What did you want to talk to me about?” she asked as she handed him the bottle. His fingers touched and lingered on hers before she slipped them away, her skin tingling from the small encounter.
“I fucking hate the asshole Mika’s living with. I don’t trust him. There’s something about him that isn’t right. Anyway, there’s no way in fuck I’m letting Chenoa move in with him. I told Mika I want the sonofabitch gone, but I’m not sure she’s strong enough to throw his ass out.”
“What do you want me to do about it? I can’t tell Mika who to live with.”
“You sure as fuck are doing it with me.” His soft features had grown hard and his eyes blazed.
“That’s not fair. The orders were in place way before I came on board. I had nothing to do with them. I can see if the issue can be opened again. I can’t promise you anything.”
“I didn’t come here to ask your permission or your fucking department’s permission. I came here to tell you Chenoa isn’t going back to her mother’s as long as that fucker’s living in the house. I don’t ask permission for anything. Remember that.” He fixed his gaze on her lips.
Desperate to change the subject, she grabbed her wine cooler and laughed. “Do you like berry-flavored wine coolers? I love them. I know they’ve got shit for alcohol, but they’re very refreshing.”
“I never had one. How does it taste?”
“Yummy. If I drink a six-pack, I’ll get a slight buzz. You should taste one.” His penetrating stare was making her nervous. She laughed and then took a big gulp, a few drops of the liquor clinging to her lips.
She went to wipe her mouth with her finger but he stopped her, his face a couple of inches from hers. “Let me do that.” With the tip of his tongue, he lapped up the drops on her lips. “Very tasty,” he said in a low voice. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as their gazes locked on one another’s, their breaths ragged and uneven. “I have a problem, Ms. Quine. Maybe you can help me with it.”
Is he fucking crazy? Talking about his problem when my body is on fire? He smells so good.“What is it?” She tried to focus on what he was saying instead of how each part of her body tingled with desire.
“I can’t get you out of my mind.”
“What?”
“I need to kiss you.” He placed a small gentle kiss on her lips. Then her chin. Then her neck. She held her breath. “I need to touch you.” He clasped his hand over her breast, his fingers expertly slipping inside her robe, scorching her skin. “I need to fuck you. Good and hard. Just the way I know you like it.”
She let out her breath with a long moan, and he captured her lips and swallowed it.
Then they were thrusting their tongues in each other’s mouths as her fingers wrapped around his long hair while his grabbed fistfuls of hers. Her body was buzzing like an electric wire ready to short-circuit.
“You’re so fucking sexy, woman.”
She pressed closer to him and helped him untie her robe. He cupped her breast and then pulled his mouth away from hers, running his tongue and lips over her jawline. “There are so many nasty things I want to do to you,” he breathed against her neck as his finger lightly grazed her nipple. She threw her head back and let her body feel the wicked deliciousness of his digits tweaking and twisting her hardened bud. Each pull went straight to her pussy, which was growing wetter by the second.
“That feels real good,” she murmured as he trailed kisses down her neck. He tugged at her robe, revealing her creamy shoulder. She yelped when he sank his teeth into her soft flesh, causing pain and pleasure as he bit and licked her simultaneously. When his mouth made its way to her hard beads, she cried out in pleasure when he sucked them into his mouth, his tongue swirling around them between nips with his teeth.
“I bet you’re real wet, aren’t you, baby?” he said against her skin as his fingers feathered over her skin, descending toward the throbbing between her legs.
Then her phone rang and all desire was swept away.It’s probably Nicholas.She squirmed away from Steel and jumped up, clasping the tie around her robe as she dashed to her phone.
“Are you fucking serious?” he growled.
“I’ve gotta get this. It may be my brother. I’ve been trying to get a hold of him all day.”
He slammed his back against the couch and kicked the two beer bottles on the table out of the way before he placed his feet on it.
She picked up the phone and her heart sank when she saw the call was from Lacey. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes.Why don’t you call me, Nicholas? Damnit. I hate going through this.Deciding she’d call Lacey back later that night, she let the call go to her voicemail. She placed the phone in her robe’s pocket and sat down on one of the table chairs.
