His beautiful mouth twists up, and his eyes change. “That so?”
“Yes. That’s so.”
“Well, then, darlin’, I’m gonna warn you. I’m a man. I have a man’s needs. I ain’t good with feelings and shit. If you’re looking for tenderness, I can’t give that to you. Intimacy and shit. Don’t know what that is. What I do isn’t making love, it’s fucking.”
Jesus Christ.
I push out one gasp of a word. “Right.” My hands are so damp that I have to rub them against my dress. “Prove it.”
“Prove it?” Steel’s strong brow creases.
I toss my head back, flipping my hair over my shoulder casually like I don’t feel his hot stare on me. Like mylegs aren’t trembling, threatening to give out. Like he isn’t what I crave most in the world. “Yeah. Prove it.”
He moves fast. Like that night when I had stepped close to the edge.
One second I’m challenging him, daring him, and the next I’m slammed up against the metal wall of the tower, Steel’s startlingly gray eyes staring down at me, barely restrained, his hot breath hitting my face.
I should be afraid as his big hands cage me at either side of my face, but I’m not. Having him there, so close that he’s almost touching me, almost, but not, is exciting. It is exhilarating in a way that I’ve never known. His face is so close to mine, his lips only inches away. I lean in, my body begging silently for his, for what only he can give me. I keep my hands planted at my sides because to touch him seems like it would be going too far, but I inhale sharply and arch a little more, letting the warmth of his broad chest radiate into me.
“You’ve been warned.” Steel breathes next to my ear, creating another volley of shivers. “You say the word now and there ain’t no turning back. If you’re just curious, go find some fucking college boy to scratch your itch. Be sure that you know what you’re getting yourself into. If you do this, you’re doing it because you know full well what the consequences are and who I am. Once you’re mine, I will never, ever let you go.”
Somehow, I manage to push down a swallow as I watch Steel’s lips move, his nostrils flare, his eyes gleam. I can’t get out a word because he is so close that I can see the outline of a silvery scar above his eyebrow.
“I’m yours,” I say panting, and the words unleash everything he warned me about.
Steel dips his head, and I think he’s going to kiss me. Kiss me like he did in the janitor’s room back at the community center, but instead, his lips rasp over mine, impossibly soft and wondrous. My mouth parts and as he pulls away, his tongue snakes out to lick across my bottom lip before he nips me there, so hard that he draws blood.
I let out a gasp of surprise as the metallic taste fills up my mouth. I raise a trembling hand to my lips as he shifts his massive palm, tucking it under my hair, and finding my neck. He squeezes hard, tilting my face up to his with the pressure there. He drops his head to trail kisses on the exposed column of my neck, and even though I arch into him, trying to scrape my aching nipples against his chest, rub my burning clit and trembling sex against his leg, somewhere, anywhere, to relieve the pain, he evades me.
“You’re mine.” That deep rumble that sets every single part of me on fire.
His other hand sweeps down to my waist. He grips the curve of my hip through my dress, bruising me through the thick cotton before he bunches the fabric in his palm and yanks it up roughly between us.
His whole hand splays over my mound. “This is mine.” His finger sweeps along my soaked panties, pressing the fabric into my slit, outlining my folds to his touch. He can’t hold back the groan that tears from his throat. “And this.”
He presses his hand flat, so that the heel digs in right above his fingers, right over my aching clit. No one has ever touched me there but myself, and I tremble against the new sensation. Against the hard, horrible need. His hand shifts, his fingers trailing lower, until they stop just above my bundle ofnerves. Even cotton clad, I feel his touch there, the hottest of brands.
“This is mine too. All of you. I’m going to fill you everywhere. I’m going to fuck you so hard that I’ll create new holes to fill.”
Shit. Who says things like that? My head spins. It’s dirty. Filthy. Primal. Of course, those words only bank the flames roaring in me. I thought I knew what I was doing, but he was right about that. I have no idea what it takes to be with a man like him.
I need to find out. I need to do this. I need him. However terrifying it might be, I can’t keep hiding. Not from him. I don’t want to be a shadow anymore. I want to be Leah. The Leah that’s struggled so hard over the years to get out of her cage. The Leah who waited so very long for this moment.
There is no turning back.
I nod because it is all I can do. His eyes meet mine, holding me and crushing me with their fire.
“Always,” I echo. “I was made for you.”
It’s a corny thing to say, but I don’t care. That hand at my neck tightens possessively, and despite his protests against intimacy, I know that Steel likes it too.
“Are you going to…” I grind into his hand. “Are you going to touch me?”
Steel lets out a bark of laughter that I don’t expect. Hurt rips through me since I am afraid that he is going to reject me.
“Oh, I’m gonna do more than touch you. I’m going to fuck you until my cum is dripping out of your honeyed pussy, down your pretty thighs. I’m going to put my cock between thosebeautiful lips and let you drain me dry. I’m going to stretch you and fill you so full that it hurts, but you’ll beg me for more. You’re gonna give yourself to me, and I’m gonna take everything you’ve got. I’ll give it all back to you, eat your pussy until you come all over my face. You’re gonna be my woman. My woman. My queen.”
Holy fucking hell.My sex throbs, sending me right to the brink of nearly coming just from hearing his promises.
