Page 59 of Steel

“Oh,” I whispered, catching him off guard.

He wasn’t interested in modeling for me, yanking his jeans and boxers together while I continued swooning like some love-struck girl.

The difference in him that I’d seen before seemed exponentiated, every sculpted chisel of his facial features more prominent, his chest rising and falling.

I held my breath, trying to take in every bold, gorgeous depiction on his body, including running down one thigh. As he approached, I lifted my chin, shocked at the level of fog limiting my vision. Wow. The reaction was nothing I’d experienced before.

His body was now crowded close to mine. Even on his knees, he still towered over me. With his eyes hooded, he very much appeared as the bad boy he’d insisted he could portray. Especially with the possessive way he eased hair behind my shoulder, doing so while smoothing the strands.

“You are incredible,” he said while studying what he was doing. When I said nothing because words were stuck in my throat, he lifted his heated eyes, allowing me an up-close look at his flared nostrils.

He was rock hard, his dick at full attention and if I scooted just a couple of inches, the tip would be shoved against my stomach. Using both hands, he reached around and unfastened my bra. I’d never been embarrassed before, but I was at this moment. Maybe it was how long it had been since I’d been with someone or the fact that I was now a mother and not a girl any longer, but heat began to build across my chest, crawling quickly along my neck and jaw.

When he slipped the thin straps from my shoulders, freeing me of the tight confines, the tiniest of moans escaped. He noticed my excitement and rolled his finger around my lips. Maybe he’d thought my mischievous self was finished, laughing when I wrapped my lips up to his knuckle.

“Someone I need to watch out for.” He allowed me to suck while tossing the bra to the side. But he wasn’t going to allow me to have all the fun. As soon as he flicked his finger back and forth across my nipple, I shuddered to my core.

The heat lingered on my cheeks, but desire was slowly outweighing everything else. I was clearly in the mood to throw all caution to the wind.

As soon as he pulled his finger free, he rolled the wet tip around my other nipple. And I should have known he would try to surprise me, doing a fine job when he pinched then twisted the nub until I cried out in pain.

The anguish was extreme but short lived, my pussy aching almost immediately.

He laughed softly, grabbing my hair like a leash, using it to pull back my face toward the ceiling while lowering his head. The feel of his wet tongue tickling the aching nipple created another swoon-worthy moment.

Dazed, I gripped his arms, my sharp nails digging into his skin as I struggled to hold on, including to my sanity. The way his tongue flicked back and forth left my pussy clenching. I was wet all over, juice trickling down inside of my right thigh.

He was as rough with sucking and biting, pushing every button of my own self-control. I continually bit back moans and cries,fearful my reactions could be heard from one room to another. All while Bruno Mars powered out ‘Uptown Funk.’

I almost laughed, the selection strangely appropriate. Yet the yearning that continued to build deep within my core was far too intense.

The way Steel abused one nipple then the other had me turning to mush. Maybe that’s why when he released his hold on my hair, I barely moved. His movement was the only reason I did, lifting my heavy head to notice he’d already slipped my jeans past my hips.

I didn’t fight him as he peeled them down to my knees, grinning before pushing me onto my butt so he could remove them. But he had no intention of allowing me to remain there, yanking me up by my wrist and immediately slipping his hand between my legs.

“You’re wet. Have you been this way all night?” His question was too sinful.

“What if I have?”

“Then I’d say you were as naughty as I am.”

“Does that bother you?”

He snorted as if I’d just told a big, fat joke. “Does it look like I’m bothered in the least? Brat?” The way he rubbed his hand back and forth, pressing the material between my legs ignited another fire that had already started burning the moment I’d returned to the kitchen.

Good or bad, this was everything I wanted and something I hadn’t known I needed.

“No. I don’t think anything bothers you.”

“Oh,” he said while sliding his finger under the thin elastic edge. “You might be surprised.”

I snapped my hand on his before the tip reached my clit. My breathing skipped several beats while he lifted his gaze in the same manner as he’d done before.

The shimmer in his slightly dilated pupils told me in no uncertain terms he had no intention of stopping. He held his head high with the smirk lingering while he swirled his finger several times before he slipped it inside.

My gasp was followed by my fingers clinging to his arms, my chest heaving from the instant pleasure. My muscles clamped around the slight invasion and because it had been so long, a single thick finger felt extraordinary. He pumped a few times before pulling his finger free and immediately driving it into his mouth.

As he sucked his finger as if doing so with a cherry-flavored lollypop, I was pushed to realize just how much I was enjoying being with an adult. Other than work, nights of being with another person taller than four feet were few and far between.