Steel’s clean scent envelops me, and I take a deep breath to savor it. He tucks my hair behind my ear. The warmth from his hand helps to ease the tingling in my tummy. But the heat from his body pushes the tingles straight down between my legs.

He brushes his finger down my cheek before using it to tilt my chin. His mouth crushes against mine, and all the tingling between my legs flies throughout my whole body.

Every single night since the carnival, I’ve gone to bed sad that I hadn’t found him, and tonight I won’t be thinking that at all, instead I’ll be elated that he found me.

Though I didn’t wake up this morning thinking today would be the day I’d be in a motel room with a mostly naked Steel. It’s all so fast, but at the same time, so right.

In the back of my head, it seems like I should be more nervous, but I’m not. Everything feels exactly as it should. In the months I spent longing for Steel, I sometimes wondered if my memory of that one night was wrong.

My friends and family told me over and over that I was being silly, and that one night could never mean so much. But after the hours spent with Steel today, I know they were wrong and my memory was right.

The test he did for me proves it. That was so sweet of him. It makes me crazy happy to know that all these months he’s been thinking of me the same way I’ve been thinking of him.

And now I’m in Steel’s arms. I never want to leave them.

I’d be lying if I didn’t admit I’m a little nervous. I have no idea what to expect, or even what we’re going to do. But at least this time he doesn’t have his jeans to hide behind.

Already his erection is digging into me. It seems so big. Huge in comparison to Connor’s.

As his tongue explores deeper into my mouth, his hand slides down the back of my sweater and settles on my jean-clad butt. A moan escapes me as he squeezes it.

Following his lead, I run my hands over his naked chest. No matter where I touch, his muscles under my hands are rock hard. Everything about this man is perfection.

Steel’s hands grip the hem of my sweater, and leans back from me. I lift my arms over my head to allow him to take it off. He reaches around behind me and undoes my bra before pulling it off and letting it drop on the floor.

His eyes slide over my breasts and torso before capturing my own eyes in his.

“You’re beautiful,” he says.

Wrapping my back in his arms, my bare skin presses against his for the first time. The feeling is electric, and my skin prickles with goose bumps. I want to feel all of my body against his, and start tugging at my belt.

“I’ll do it,” Steel says.

Without any warning, he scoops me from my feet and cradles me in his arms, and I gasp. My heart beats at a million miles a minute as he takes the few steps to the bed and lays me down in the center of the bed.

“I started eating a lot of candy apples to remember how sweet and juicy your pussy was on my lips.”

I laugh, and his words ease my nerves.

Another slow song, Ed Sheeran I think, comes on MTV.

Steel undoes my belt and jeans, and slowly pulls them down my legs. The anticipation of him touching me has made my panties sopping wet.

Once my jeans are off my feet, he kisses from my baby toe up to my knees and then all over as much of my thighs as he can. I close my eyes to try to commit every little kiss and my body’s reaction to him to my memory.

He pauses what he’s doing to say, “Every time I thought of you, remembered your taste, my cock got so hard it hurt like hell.”

His words wash over me, quickening my breath and causing a throbbing between my legs.

By the time Steel reaches my upper thighs, the rest of my body is fluttering as much as the zillion butterflies between my legs. Each time he kisses my thighs, I rock my hips, wishing, hoping he’ll move his kisses along. It seems like an agonizing amount of time has passed and my pussy is begging for his attention.

Steel’s finger brushes over the fabric of my panties, and a high-pitched moan flies from my throat. He groans in reaction.

Hooking a finger into my panties, he yanks them off and makes a funny sound.

My eyes shoot open and I lift my head to see him.

“Nice tattoo,” he says, and smiles.

I’d been dying to tell him about my rose tattoo, but wanted him to discover it for himself.

“I did it for you,” I say, embarrassed.

“Now your body matches the way you smell,” he says, and kisses it.

“Huh?”

“You always smell like roses.”

I giggle. I always wear rose perfume, and can’t believe he noticed.

“Are you going to show me the rest of your tats now?” I say, propping myself on my elbows.

“I’m busy,” he says, and kisses my mound, sending heat coursing through me and making me forget all about whatever it was we were talking about.

I flop down off my elbows and sink into the bed as his lips and tongue take control of my body. He kisses all around my mound and through my folds, but avoids my clit. Every cell in my body is worked up and desperate for release.

“Please,” I try to say, but it comes out as a breathy gasp.

Steel growls, the noise only heightening my need. He flicks my clit with his tongue, and I squeal. Without waiting, he slides his fingers into me and sucks my clit into his mouth.

It forces me to moan and squeal as my body bubbles into a frenzy. I fist and knead the bedspread in my hands. He keeps going, bringing me higher and higher until I crash. Heat explodes between my legs, sending a rush of pleasure to my toes, fingers and head. The intensity forces me to squeeze my eyes shut again.

“Steel,” I moan.

After I calm, he moves up over my body, stopping along the way to kiss my breasts and neck. I’m vaguely aware of the music on MTV.

His kisses stop, and I open my eyes. He’s hovering over me, his nose almost touching mine. Our eyes connect for a moment, before he kisses the tip of my nose.

“You’re sure you want this?” he asks.

“I’ve spent every minute since October wanting this.”

“Good, but I’ll warn you now. I’m going to be gentle on you this time, for you, but only this time.”

I gasp at his words.

His mouth crushes onto mine, and we kiss. Steel brings his hips closer to me, his hard dick lies up against my mound, the towel still between us.

As he moves his hips, his dick pushes against my clit, drawing all of the heat in me back between my legs. I moan through his mouth.

We’re getting close, he’s going to enter me soon, once he gets rid of that towel. Part of me starts to worry, to wonder what it will be like or if it will hurt. But I force those worries away and focus on the incredible man on top of me.

Steel pulls his head away, and asks, “Want to see the rest of my tattoos?”

“Now?”

“You don’t want to take my towel off?” he says, rolling off me and onto his back.

My eyes widen and with a coy smile say, “Definitely.”

Moving onto my hands and knees, I move over him. His massive erection creates a bump under the towel. I decide to start at the bottom edge and quickly work my way there. I push my hands underneath it and slide it up, kissing each of the tattoos I find.

There’s an eagle on the top of his left thigh, and some kind of tribal design wraps around his right thigh. They are both incredible hot, like the rest of his tattoos. I’ve even come to love the one on his neck.

Feeling bold, I slide my hand up the rest of the way under the towel and touch his cock. It’s silky, but hard, and I rub it with my palm as my fingers slowly explore up it. When they reach the top, I stop in confusion.

Something is hard, and not in a natural way. It’s a little hard ball. I move my fingers around and find another hard ball. I find four in all.

I flick my eyes up to his. He’s staring back at me, a grin on his face.

“It’s pierced,” he says.

The two words send a twinge through my body. For some reason, they’re the sexiest two words I’ve ever heard and my walls contract.

“So that’s the reason you’re called Steel?”

Without waiting another second, I rip the towel open. Holy shit. I found the last tattoo. My pussy twinges, and I let out a small moan.

The shaft of his dick is a colorful, winged dragon, the head of his dick is the head of the dragon. There’s two piercings in the rim of his head, each with a silver ball at either end — one ball behind the rim of the head as each of the dragon’s ears, and the other end emerging from the head and forming the eyes of the dragon.

I can’t stop staring at it, for some reason it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever imagined.