8

Mia

I loved being right here. This was my happy place, behind Steel, on his bike, no one else but us.

This was where we could be happy without any shit or drama—and anything to do with my sister forgotten. At least, by me it was. Steel, I wasn’t so sure about. He could be so confusing. One minute he was taking off with her at the drop of a hat, and the next, he was riding to my rescue. I hated that I couldn’t trust my head and that I couldn’t trust Steel because I really wanted to trust him.

I had loved him for such a long time now, but Callie was his weakness, and they had a lot of history. I knew about the proposal—how could I not have heard that he got down on one knee and asked my sister to marry him? The entire club had witnessed him asking her to be his wife while I was in danger and after he’d told me on the phone that there was no chance for us. How should I take everything that had happened since? Was he cured of Callie all of a sudden? Was he interested in me? Argh, a woman could go nuts just thinking about it, and I was sick of thinking about it.

Leaning closer to Steel, I relaxed behind him for what seemed like the first time in months. I was just going to enjoy this moment and any other ones he let me have. I might not get a membership to the woman’s movement anytime soon, but at this point, I didn’t care. I could end up kicking myself for this decision, and it was likely my heart would be broken, but I wanted Steel—consequences be damned.

The ride ended far too soon. Steel parked his bike in the spot my car usually sat and turned off his engine. Holding out his hand to me, I took it and got off the bike as Steel did the same. I wasn’t sure what possessed me, but I reached out and grabbed Steel’s hand again and led us up the path. Both of us were quiet as my insides did all sorts of somersaults, and a house of butterflies, similar to what I saw at the zoo when I was little, took up residence in my stomach.

As I made short work of finding the hidden key and unlocking the front door, I found the confidence I never knew I had and tugged Steel inside with me. I didn’t bother with the light or the lounge room. Instead, I led us straight down the hallway to my temporary room.

It wasn’t until we were standing by my bed that I started to feel out of my depth. Steel was quiet, his face a mask of control, and I couldn’t read him at that moment. Reaching out, I placed one hand on his chest. Even with his cut off, he was the vision of a biker. His black fitted tee moulded to his sculpted abs, the short sleeves hugging his biceps like a second skin, straining against the muscles there.

The man was a work of art, and I just wanted to lick him everywhere.

“Mia.” His voice held a tone of warning but bugger that. I had been nothing but cautious my whole life while I watched as my sister took and took and got everything she ever wanted. Now it was my turn. I wanted to live that fantasy, to experience that piece of heaven. I wanted to experience Steel. I wanted him to be my first. I would deal with my heart later.

“Just for tonight, Steel. Just pretend you want me for just tonight,” I practically begged him. Yep, it seemed I wasn’t beyond begging. Reaching up on my tiptoes, I wrapped my arms around his strong neck.

And waited.

Please, don’t reject me. I didn’t say the words, but I knew they were written all over my face.

Suddenly, his arms banded tightly around my waist as his low growl filled the silence of the room.

“Jesus, Mia.” As he breathed, his eyes darkened. There was an internal struggle behind them, and I held my breath as I waited for him to make his decision, then his lips crashed into mine.

I hadn’t kissed many men, but I had kissed, and this blew every other memory out of the water. I gasped when I felt his tongue licking my lips, so I opened my mouth and gave him the entry he wanted.

When his warm, wet tongue found mine, I was lost. The passion took over my entire body as my hands found their way from his neck and shoulders to his stubbled jaw.

Oh, God, was this really happening? Was I really kissing Cooper Steel like some wanton sex goddess? Why yes, yes, I was. My inner fangirl did a happy dance as Steel continued to kiss me breathless. I nearly died from lack of oxygen, but no way was I going to stop.

I felt him walk me back towards the bed until the backs of my knees hit the mattress. His lips were wreaking havoc on mine, but his hands were still on the small of my back, sitting just above the waistband of my jeans. My tee was shorter than my jeans, so the small sliver of exposed skin felt the heat of his hands. I wanted that heat all over my body, my naked body.

Suddenly, his mouth stopped moving on mine but didn’t lift completely off. As we both panted from the lack of air, his hot breath filled me like mine was him.

“Be very sure, Beauty. Be sure you want this.” He gave me an out, but there was no need. Even if this was for tonight only, I wanted it.

Instead of answering, I reached out and lifted the hem of his shirt. I pulled it over his head and tossed it to the floor without any thought, revealing the perfection hidden underneath.

Oh. My. God.

And what perfection it was. His entire chest was cut with abs you could do your washing on. His shoulders needed their own postcode they were so big, and the V from his shoulders down passed the washboard abs to yet another sexy V at his waist. Oh, Lord above, thank you for this miracle. My mind raced with things I wanted to do. I mean, I read books, lots of books, and some of the sexy things in them had me quivering with a need I never knew I had. And now, with Steel half-naked in front of me, his lips swollen from our kisses, I wanted to do every single one of them.

“I want this, Stud, very much,” I told him, using the silly nickname I gave him, my voice cracking with desire.

Steel smiled a cocky smile, and then he quickly whipped my tee up and over my head and threw it in the same direction his had landed. I didn’t have time to be modest as Steel’s groan of appreciation took over my senses.

“Fuck me, Mia. Is this what you have had hidden underneath all those smutty T-shirts?” he said with a growl.

Looking down at myself, I tried to see what Steel saw. I had an obsession with nice bras and knickers, and they needed to match. Never would I walk out of the house with mismatched underwear.

Today, I’d dressed in my favourite ruby-red satin demi cup bra and matching panties. It was a pretty set and cost me a pretty penny, too, but I liked to feel pretty underneath my clothes. I loved the feel of satin against my skin, not to mention the bra also had a front clasp. It was so hard to come by those in the bigger cup size, so whenever I found one, I snatched up a couple each time. The feel of Steel’s hands gently kneading my breasts suddenly interrupted my thoughts. And oh yes, did it feel good.

Letting my head roll back on my shoulders, I pushed my tits further into his large, capable hands. I had medium-sized breasts, which were a decent C cup—not as small as Charlotte’s but not as busty as Stella. Obviously, Steel had a definite appreciation for them, thank God, because his hands were doing things—

“Mia, are you with me, Beauty? Are you sure?”

Shit! I needed to get out of my head and back into the moment. I didn’t want him to get the impression I didn’t want this to happen. I deftly unclasped the front and let the bra open, the cups falling away and letting everything swing free.

“Fuck, yeah.” Steel lowered his head immediately, and without warning, his mouth sucked on my nipples.

I hissed in a breath as his mouth worked the tight peak into an even tighter hard nub.

The sensitivity of it was off the scale, like nothing I had ever felt before. My hands reached out for his hair as if they had a mind of their own, and I threaded my fingers through his long, silky hair, holding him there in case he got the idea to stop or something stupid like that. I never wanted him to stop. I might have been a virgin, but I knew my body and my mind. I had many sexy dreams when it came to this man. I didn’t suffer from shyness, most of the time.

Running my hands over his tightly muscled chest, my fingernails lightly scraped all over his back, shoulders, and stomach, enjoying the moan of pleasure it evoked from Steel. His moans alone were making me just as wet as his mouth was, but I wanted more.

“Beauty, oh fuck, Mia.” It seemed he couldn’t say more than that, but I didn’t care. I loved that I had rendered him speechless.

Reaching down between us, my hands found his crotch, his hard crotch. Oh, my giddy aunt, he was huge. I opened his button and zipper, and the soft metallic glide of the zip was the only noise apart from our panting.

Steel placed his hands over mine, halting my mission of getting him to the naked stage of the night. The uncertain look gracing his face had my heart pounding. Was he changing his mind?

“Steel,” I whispered softly, afraid of his answer. What if he wanted to stop? What if he didn’t want to have sex with me?

“Nothing, Beauty. I think it’s time we remove the rest of your clothes.” He wiggled his eyebrows at me suggestively. There was still a cloud of something hanging over him, but he seemed determined not to tell me. I wished he would. I wanted to be that person for him, the one he leaned on, but for now, I was happy to be the one he would be loving on.

Giving him my best saucy grin, I made quick work of my tight jeans. I could let him do it, but they were stupid tight, and I didn’t think me rolling about as he tried to pull them off would be the best foreplay for the night. Finally, I was standing before the man of my dreams in just my panties since my bra had slipped off my shoulders and pooled at my feet.

Steel’s eyes hooded with lust as he licked his lips, he let his gaze move slowly from the top of my head to the tips of my toes, then back up again before stopping at my face. I had never felt so turned on from just a look in my life. Steel looked deep into my soul, and I hoped he could see how deeply I felt for him and how much I loved him.

I took yet another initiative and lowered myself onto the bed without taking my eyes from his. I shimmied back until I reached the middle where I lay down and let my legs fall open.

“Come and get it.”