“But now,” I said, smiling. “Now, it’s starting to feel like we can create new memories.”
“Allow me to make the first,” Steele said.
Before I could say another word, he pulled me in for a kiss. I only realized then he’d pulled me in here to make such a move the whole time, but heaven knew I certainly welcomed such a kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck, he put his on my ass, and he lifted me up.
And what we’d come dangerously close to doing at the repair shop, we were now going to do. And I was not going to stop even if the fucking sheriff showed up again. It had been too long and we’d shared too much intimacy for us to not have this moment, finally.
He had to put me down momentarily so he could drag me upstairs, but that delay only intensified the desire I had for him. It gave me time where I could breathe, my heart rate could rise, and I could imagine what it would be like when the clothes finally came off.Only seconds away.
When we reached the top floor of the house—a location I had deliberately avoided until now—Steele pulled me to the left, taking me to the master bedroom. Granted, it was not a luxurious master bedroom; clothes lined the floor, and the bed hadn’t been made recently. But it was privacy, it was not so dirty as something I could not lie on, and most of all, it wasSteele’s.Not someone else’s given to Steele, not some office, but his own.
He pulled me in for a kiss once more, backing me up closer and closer to the bed until I fell onto it. He went for my exposed neck, and I moaned his name as my legs wrapped around his torso and I pressed my hips into his. I had fallen under his spell, no longer capable of deciphering “what this meant” or if this was “the right time.” Too late for that—not that I was complaining.
He ran his thick, calloused hands under my shirt and squeezed my bra. My body shivered in anticipation at those warm hands, still with a hint of vibration from the bike ride just moments before. He reached under me, shuffled his hands between the bedsheets and my back, and unclasped my bra. He pulled me up, reached down, and lifted my top and my bra off.
My only regret about the moment was that I was placed right before his groin, and I wanted so badly to unbuckle him. But I had to lift my arms up, and by the time I made my move, Steele had pressed me back to the bed, this time kissing me all over.
“Oh, Steele,” I murmured.
Every kiss raised my arousal level, even the ones not in erotic hot spots. Of course, the kisses on my neck, my breasts, and my belly button shot me through the roof.
And then he reached down and yanked my underwear and pants off without any hesitation, and just like that, I was naked before Steele Harrison.
It was the one moment when I felt my head get out of the moment and contemplate the insanity of this. The hot guy my sister had dated for two years, the one I’d said was gross and immature but really I had an affection for all along, the one that had pushed me away as hard as he could at first, was now about to press his tongue onto my clit and try to bring me to orgasm. I mean, how the fuck did that ever happen?
I suppose in a calmer moment, when I wasn’t about to lose myself in the currents of the ocean of orgasm, I would have a chance to reflect. But for now, the tempest was coming, and I couldn’t wait for the swelling waves to sweep me under bliss.
And sure enough, though Steele obviously craved foreplay, there was little foreplay to the foreplay. He just dove straight between my legs, kissed my clit, and sent off lightning bolts of pleasure striking from my core to my extremities and everything in between.
“Ah!” I gasped.
His work on me might as well have signaled the introduction of magic to this world. Sure, I had some pent-up feelings from a variety of sources, but I wasn’t contemplating the multitude of reasons why I had so much sexual tension that needed release. I was just riding the wave for what it was, and it was almost unfair how quickly he was making me feel like I was going to come. There was no way, even though he was a guy, I could make him finish so fast.
But the worries faded away. It was impossible to think about or feel anything other than a clenching of one’s own body when the point of no return on orgasm came.
“Steele…Steele, baby,” I said, clutching his hair and holding on like it was a harness.
He didn’t stop. Nothing could make him stop. I could hear him breathing heavily through his nose, but I suspected that he knew I was getting there. He knew I couldn’t wait—
“Oh, ohhhhhh.”
It rushed over me in a surprise. I had known it was coming, but Steele must have donesomethingthat made me finish that fast. My whole body shook, and my legs all but crushed Steele’s skull. I tossed my head back and writhed, half-moaning his name, half just speaking in tongues.
“Oh, baby,” I said, reaching down and pulling him forward when the orgasm slowly began to crest off. “Had I known you were this good, I would have stolen you years ago.”
“Good thing I like you, so you’re going to have me for quite some time.”
That’s one thing I think we can both confidently agree on.
“I need to be inside you, Elizabeth,” he said.
It was less of a passive demand and more of a direct order.
He sat up suddenly and reached into his pockets, presumably to grab a condom. I was more than happy to assist, unbuckling his jeans and pushing them down once he’d grabbed his wallet. His cock sprung out, and just as he had had no foreplay to the foreplay, I immediately took his full member into my mouth, ran my tongue over him, and then slurped up and down.
Every little sigh, every moan, every word that came from Steele’s mouth encouraged me more. When I found something that made him particularly loud, I kept doing that until he went silent. But this only went on for about twenty, maybe thirty seconds before he pushed me back to the bed.
“You keep doing that, you’re going to have a mess in your mouth.”
