CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Oblivious to my nakedness, I reach for Steele’s shirt. I want to strip him down to nothing. I want his body touching mine. I want to feel him inside me. I can’t wait any longer. I need him now! I push my body against his to get rid of any extra space between us. I kiss his lips, cheeks, neck—any exposed flesh is fair game. Large hands upon my wrists quickly interrupt my devouring, though.

“Hold up.” That usual calm and husky voice hardly breaks through my frenzy. He grabs a fistful of my hair and gives it a yank. “Slow down, Jaylyn.”

I lick my tingling lips, hungry for more. Dark eyes gaze down through hooded lids. “No.” I fight for a few more kisses upon his delicious mouth.

“Yes.” His hand tightens on my hair as he gently guides my head back from his mouth. “Don’t you want to savor this? Go slow?”

“No.” It’s the truth. From the moment I saw him standing shirtless in front of the open window in that run-down apartment building in Chicago, my body has wanted this man. Something inside me moved; a part of me that hasn’t had any life since Trevor was resurrected. Now awakened, it’s starving, and I must feed it! “I want you to take me, Steele. Take me right here, right now. I’m done fighting you.”

“Really?” His mouth lowers to my neck. “That’s too bad. I was liking the challenge.” His lips softly press against my skin, his warm breath moving along my dimpled flesh. “But fight or not, tonight, I will take you. Rest assured, tonight, we will fuck,” he whispers into my ear, bending me easily to his will. A large warm hand clamps around my neck, strong fingers advance on my skin, scoring down over my collarbone to my chest. Soliciting my desires, highlighting my heated flesh, and claiming my ripe body, he prepares me to become his.

And I’m ready to belong to him. If not for only this night, I surrender. He yanks my bra to the side. My nipple peaks. My back arches. Unabashedly, I offer him my breasts. His mouth latches onto my protruding tip. One hand uses my hair to hold me back from reacting, frozen in position as he feasts on me, while his other hand firmly holds my swollen mound in place so he can kiss, lick, and suckle me at will. He lightly blows on my erect tip, pampering and prepping my nipple for the graze of his teeth. The first nibble beckons a moan from me, the second a cry, but the bite—the hard, stinging bite—nearly brings me to my knees. It’s a pain like no other. Pleasurable pain. Clawing from the inside out, I feel every inch of me scream for his attention. I struggle restlessly beneath his control. I need more.

“Stay still,” he mumbles against my tender nipple. “Or”—he kisses my hard nub—“doesn’t it feel good?” He lands a couple of more kisses upon my rippled flesh. “If you want a little mercy, you know what to do.”

“I don’t want any mercy. I want you.”

“Then be a good girl and don’t fight me.”

“I’m not fighting you. I’m fighting me. I can’t take it. I want you inside me now.”

“Sorry.” He chuckles, near black eyes laughing up at me. “But you’ll have to wait a bit longer.”

“Why?”

“Did you ever consider that maybe I want to lick your pussy like this”—his wet tongue glides over my nipple—“before I fuck you?”

“Oh-ho.” My voice quivers amidst the hot chills ravishing my body.

“Or maybe, I want to play a little like this.” He squeezes my nipple between his finger and thumb and tugs. He works the sensitive tiny ball of flesh at the end of my breast, and all I can think about is his hand between my legs. His fingers working me there too … Oh, no! Don’t think about it. No, don’t go there. You will come! “Or maybe, I want to spank your ass like this.” He slaps my breast, not too hard but not very light. The sound snaps to my ears, and like with the pluck and release of any instrument, my body vibrates. “That’s depending on what kind of girl you are tonight. Do you want to be a bad girl this evening, Miss Rigsby?” He taps my breast again a little harder.

A sort of whimper spews from my trembling lips. “Noooo.”

“You sure?” He taps my breast even hard.

“Yessss. I … oh, yessss, please,” I say between gasps. “Please, stop, just⸻Shit!” I squirm under another slap, fighting for more air. “Just take me, please, Steele, stop this … and⸻”

As if he knows the bough is about to break, he releases my hair, my breast, and my dire need to surrender. “Okay, good girl it is then.” He steps a foot back, allowing the space between us to return. “Take off your panties. I want you naked.”

Without pause, I wiggle my hips and pull the thin material of my underwear from around my feet, discarding them on the floor. I stand straight, square my shoulders, and thrust out my aching breasts.

I. Am. Ready.

“Good.” He baths my body with a slow wash of his eyes as he rubs his chin. “Now walk over to the bed, lie on your back, and spread your legs for me.”

I bite my lip, nervous about the request. Can’t he do it? Pick me up, carry me over to the bed, and put me on it. Can’t he take control as he did with my nipples?

“Do as you’re asked, please.”

“O-kay.” I did promise no more fighting. I twist around on the balls of my bare feet and make my way over to the bed, feeling sexy as hell knowing he’s watching me. My ass cheeks heat, blushing from the inside out. I resume the position he politely requested, planting my feet firmly into the mattress. “Is this right?” I gently sway my thighs open and closed.

“Yes.” His near black eyes sparkle from across the room. “That’s perfect.” He removes his shoes and socks and walks over to me, shedding his shirt and tossing it to the floor.

Oh, my God, this is it. He’s finally going to …

“I want to taste you.”

Taste me?

He settles between my legs. Oh, hell! There’s no way I’m going to survive a taste test now. I need some release. Quick. “Shit!” My hips pull back the second I feel his hot mouth on my pussy. Something moist, strong, and smooth strokes me. Mother of … it’s got to be his tongue. Wait! I lift my head. What’s going on now? He’s stretching me open. Hang on, I’m not sure if he’s doing it with his tongue or some stranded finger, but something just touched my ... “Steele!” I grab his head. “Please! Steele!” I jerk him closer to me unable to concentrate on the culprit responsible for attacking my defenseless clitoris. “I can’t take it.” I grip his short hair and smother my pussy in his face. “Oh God!” Legs locked around him, I gyrate my hips to the erotic evasion. “If you don’t stop, I am going to come!”

There, I warned him!

Overriding my strength, he shifts back and looks up at me with a grin. “Then come.”

“But …” I drop my head back with a grrrr. I don’t want it to end. Is that selfish?

“You did say you wanted to be a good girl tonight, right?”

“Yes,” I quietly respond. Hell, just hearing him say good girl makes me want to explode.

“Well, to do that, you’ll have to do what I want, and I want you to come all over my face.”

My head pops back up.

His eyebrow lifts. “Okay?”

I gaze down into his gorgeous face. “Okay.” I drop my head back onto the pillow, relaxing my legs, not about to argue.

It doesn’t take long for his mouth to find my clitoris and takes even less time for me to do what he has politely requested.

My muscles tighten, and my upper thighs begin to quiver. He sucks every ounce of sexual energy from my body, starting at my toes and fingertips and working its way to my vagina. Then, bam! It hits. The strong, pulsating sensation claims me until I’m writhing beneath him and screaming like some wounded animal. My tone fluctuates with the orgasm from begging and pleading for more to refusing more. I curse, babbling naughty words and yelling his name like he doesn’t know it.

Lost to the blinding climax, I barely notice him moving up my body. His hot flesh slides deep into me. I convulse around him, pressing down to meet his every upward thrust. His cock feels perfect. He’s intensifying my orgasm and taking it to whole new level.

“That’s it.” He growls, pushing his palms into the mattress and rising above me. “Wrap your legs around me. Yes,” he grunts when I obey. “You feel so tight, amazing.” He thrusts in deep. “Absolutely amazing.” He repeats again and again, thrusting harder, his touch rougher and voice louder. Our bodies collide, ripening our heated flesh.

“Jay.” He pauses and looks down at me.

“Yes?” I couldn’t be anymore engaged, couldn’t be more ready. Can I even come again?

His hips pull back, eyes close, and he plunges into me, fast and hard. I feel the goose bumps along his shoulders, arms, and back; between that and the heavy breathing, the twitching and the growling, I know we have finally reached our completion. That brief, unexplainable moment when a man and woman become one.

We are at that moment, and yes, miraculously, I am coming again!