did worry about lighting. If, for instance, we wanted to sleep in, the morning light would wake us up early. On the other hand, I’d hate to cover the view, so I had electronic blackout drapes installed. What do you think?” He kissed her again, more for himself this time.
“Steele.”
There was apprehension in her voice. Caution. She wanted to escape, but both of them knew there was no way that was going to happen.
“Breezy.” He let the genuine ache into his voice. The absolute need. He knew, above anything else, that would be seductive, even irresistible to her.
She shook her head, but she didn’t move, not even when he reached around her and unbuttoned the jacket. His jacket. He had been careful to pack one that didn’t have his colors on it. The club was a problem, and that was way down the line of things to address. He slid the jacket down her arms, not moving back even an inch so he had to carefully work the denim from between them.
She shivered. Shook her head a second time. “This isn’t a good idea.”
“It’s the only good idea I’ve had in a very long time.” He pressed another kiss to her neck this time, and then her shoulder. That always was one of her very erogenous spots and nothing had changed. Her breath hitched.
He felt her hesitate again and then she started to push away from the glass, away from him, and he knew she was thinking of those three women he’d partied with. Dick move. Stupid. And it hadn’t done a damn thing for him except nearly lose his woman all over again. He also knew she had known the moment they entered the house that he would have her. She knew what would happen, and she’d entered anyway. He knew that was her consent. Intellectually, she didn’t want him, and he couldn’t blame her, but her body needed his nearly as much as he needed her. Still, he didn’t want to give her the time to talk herself out of it, and she was thinking about doing just that.
He knew Breezy. He knew what got her going fast, and it wasn’t a gentle seduction. That was foreplay, but it wasn’t what would tip the scales in his favor. He caught the hem of her shirt and ripped it over her head, tossing it aside. At the same time, he took control of the nape of her neck and pushed her against the glass aggressively.
Her breath exploded out of her lungs in a gasp of pure need. He stripped away her bra and had his palms filled with her generous breasts. For a moment he heard the roar of his blood in his ears, felt the chaos in his head. That fever of need only Breezy could bring him. He woke up night after night needing her. A frenzy of desire. A fever. His head pounded as if someone had taken a sledgehammer to it. A million ugly images poured in, images only Breezy could drive out.
He took a breath and let himself just feel the soft weight of her breasts while his mouth took her neck, trailing burning kisses, using the edge of his teeth and his seductive tongue from her neck to her ear and back to her shoulder. Then his fingers were at her nipples. He’d fallen in love with her nipples. He liked that she was sensitive in a way he could play, not so sensitive that she didn’t like the things he did.
“Kick off your shoes.” He didn’t ask. He made it a command.
Breezy responded to his demands and the more he poured authority into his voice, the more she wanted him. It was the first thing he’d noticed about her and the one that turned him on the most. She was perfect for him. Made for him. He needed that from her and she’d always given it to him. She did now. She toed her shoes off obediently.
“Open your jeans.” His voice had turned gravelly. A growl more than human. His cock felt as if it might explode. The first time wasn’t going to be slow. It had been too long for him. Far too long.
Steele knew her body and the moment she complied, dropping her hands to the waistband and opening her jeans, he spun her around and yanked on the offending denim, almost desperate to get to her. He wasn’t a desperate man. He was a deliberate one. His seductions were