Seduced By A Steele (Forged of Steele #12) - Brenda Jackson Page 0,69
masculine beauty.
“Now for your clothes,” he said, drawing her attention to his mouth. It was a mouth she totally enjoyed kissing. Over the past weeks, he had shown her how to kiss him in so many enjoyable ways. He was right; she wasn’t going anywhere. She honestly pitied her father if he truly believed she would be showing up at the airport to return to Cincinnati with him. That wouldn’t be happening.
She watched Mercury move to the bed and she leaned toward him. He always took his time undressing her, removing every piece of her clothing, then meticulously touching the areas he uncovered. He enjoyed fulfilling all her sexual needs. Making up for lost time and making sure she got everything she wanted and then some.
She drew in a deep breath when his hand slid beneath her T-shirt, felt the braless breasts and unerringly went to her nipples. The moment his fingers touched them, she felt a tingling sensation between her legs. “Mercury...”
“Tell me what you want, baby.”
He’d first asked her that on their trip to Dallas and she’d had a bucket list. But not tonight. More than anything, she needed the feel of him buried deep inside her. The feel of him claiming her as his and her making him hers. That was what she both wanted and needed.
“I need you inside me. Now,” she said in a desperate tone before leaning in to nip at his jaw.
He must have heard the urgency in her voice because he suddenly ripped her T-shirt over her head and then grabbed the waistband of her shorts. In one lightning-quick motion, he removed both the shorts and her panties. Reaching out, he swiftly positioned her body against the mass of pillows, bedcovers and cushions and immediately joined her there, straddling her.
He captured her wrists in his hands, held them over her head and looked down into her eyes. “If my lady doesn’t want seduction this time, I have no problem bypassing that part.”
Sloan smiled. She had been seduced by this Steele more times than she could count. This time she wanted to go straight to being conquered. “Take me, Mercury. Make me yours.”
The gaze staring down at her was fiercely possessive when he said, “You’re already mine, Sloan.”
And then she felt the full length of the huge, solid erection slide into her. In response, her inner muscles tightened around him, holding him and squeezing him. She knew he’d felt it when a satisfying grin covered his features. “I love it when your body tries holding me hostage like that.”
She smiled up at him. “Just getting all I can.” He had stopped using a condom the last time he’d made love to her, after establishing the fact that they were both healthy and she’d been on the pill for some time.
“And I plan to give you all you want.”
Then he began moving, just the way she liked and, more important, the way she needed. The feel of his shaft stroking inside her had her moaning his name over and over again. He released her hands to grab hold of her hips, lifting her up to assure she received every one of his hard thrusts. Their bodies were so in tune. She closed her eyes as he began pushing even deeper inside her, setting a rhythm and giving her everything she craved.
His male scent filled her nostrils, stimulating her senses. When his thrusts grew harder and harder, she moaned more than just his name. She said words she’d heard him say while climaxing with her. Naughty words. Erotic words. Words she hadn’t known existed until he’d said them. Words she now found so wickedly sexy.
“Do I need to start washing your mouth out with soap?” he asked her, leaning close to her ear and not missing a beat with his steady stream of thrusts.
“Not with soap, but I can think of something else,” she told him, remembering how just last week he’d taught her to please him with her mouth. He said she was too good a student and would be the death of him yet.
When he threw his head back and hollered her name, his actions triggered an orgasm of