I shove the door closed, and it bangs shut. “I don’t want to—”
Steel turns, putting his chest to my chest. I instantly feel hot all over. My breath hitches. I swallow thickly. “That’s not what I want.”
“What do you want, Jen? Tell me.”
“Things I can’t have. Things…” I shake my head. “Wecan’t have. We can’t!” I start to backpedal but Steel matches me step for step.
Using one big hand, he clasps my waist. In the next instant, his lips come crashing down on mine. We kiss. It’s searing. I’m burning up. Then he lifts me, and my legs hook around him.
I’m kissing him back like I might just die if I stop. The kiss is hot and heavy from the word go, matching how I feel inside. I thread my fingers through his hair. I mewl into his mouth. I ride him right through his clothes, rubbing myself against him shamelessly.
My back hits the mattress. His mattress. I didn’t even know he was walking. I was too lost in what we were doing. He grinds himself against me; my legs are still circled around his waist.
“Yes,” I moan.
He yanks my dress up, and there is tearing. Lots of tearing. I don’t care. Not right now.
There’s more ripping, and my panties are gone.
“Tell me to stop,” he says in a low growl that has my insides going to mush. “Do it now.”
“I can’t. I want you. Please…Steel…please.” I’m not above begging. Maybe this is just what we need. It’ll just be sex, nothing more. We’ll fuck like rabbits, and then we’ll move on.
Just sex. We can keep this strictly about the act. No emotions. No baggage. I know we can.
Then his hand is between my legs. “So wet for me,” he chokes out as his finger slides inside me. That wicked thumb is on my clit, rubbing me softly. Driving me nuts from the get-go.
I moan. Holy shit, I’ve gone from zero to a hundred in half a second flat.
He thrusts his finger in and out of me a few times, finding my G-spot immediately. He’s good; so good, it’s scary. I groan deeply.
Then he adds a second finger, and I groan harder, my back bowing.
“Tight as fuck,” he adds; his voice is filled with awe.
He kisses me again. I can’t get enough. I’m rocking against his hand, wanting more, wanting all of it. If he gets me off andwalks away, I might just kill him. There will be a death. It’ll happen.
I groan deeper when he picks up the pace. Just as I’m about to let go, he stops. Stops! What the hell!?
“We can stop here.” He’s panting. “We don’t have to—”
“We do have to! We are doing this, dammit. We’re not friends. Nothing will change.” I sound desperate. I’ve never been this desperate, needy, on edge. I feel wound up tight.
Steel looks down at me; he rubs on my clit a few times, and I squeeze my eyes closed. “I need more…more.”
“Do you want my cock, Jen?”
I feel something leak out of me when he says those words. He’s right, I’m wet. How am I this wet? How am I this turned on?
I go up onto my elbows so that I can look him in the eye. “Yes, I want your cock. I want to feel you everywhere. I want to feel you between my legs tomorrow and maybe even the next day. Now get busy, big boy, or I’m going to hurt you.”
He chokes out a surprised laugh. “Okay, then.” Steel nods once. “I can’t wait to be inside you.” He pulls my legs up his body, then his finger is back between my thighs, just the very tip and ever so gently on my clit. He moves in easy circles, driving me insane.
Using one hand, he sits up and opens his pants, pulling down the zipper and freeing his cock. I’m not sure what happened to his jacket, but he’s still wearing his shirt and tie. I don’t care. I want him inside me; the sooner, the better. Naked is overrated. Hot, frantic sex is not, and that’s what this is.
His hair is a little mussed. His eyes are dark. There’s no denying that Steel is incredibly sexy. His pants slide halfway down his thighs; even that is sexy. His cock juts from his body while his shirt pulls tight across his broad shoulders and chest.
He lifts my legs up, putting them together and straight up in the air. Say what? This is new. He hugs them to his body. Histhumb stays on my clit, rubbing ever so softly. Keeping me right there but not letting me go over the edge.