Page 47 of Kiss of Steel

“Are you trying to curry favor with the boss?” She mock-glared.

“Will it work?” He stretched out with his hands behind his head.

“It might.” She smiled and joined him on the bed, scooting up to kiss him. Mouths met and clung; tongues explored while he fondled her breasts, a temptation he couldn’t resist. She didn’t let him play for long before she pulled away and applied herself to driving him insane. Avoiding his roving hands, she caressed and explored his body with hands and lips, smoothing palms over his shoulders, arms, and torso, kissing his chest and tonguing his nipples. When she kissed her way lower, the breath caught in his throat. And when she took his cock in her mouth, he sucked in the air through his teeth while his entire body clenched with desire.

“You can be the boss of me anytime,” he ground out.

He heard her chuckle.

She was the boss of his body, commanding fiery sensations that had him gasping. As his orgasm neared, he pulled away, buried his face in her pussy, and brought her to the edge of bliss.

She twisted away and straddled him, seating herself on his cock. Her tight, wet channel closed around him, and he sucked in a deep breath of intense satisfaction. He’d needed the connection with her so much. She’d brought him to life, allowed him tofeel. Pleasure and pain, and longing and desire melded into a singular emotion he now recognized as love. She was his mate, his wife, his life.

Breasts bouncing, she raised and lowered herself, her head flung back, her eyes squeezed shut with bliss as she drew out his pleasure. His aching cock and balls propelled him to move and meet thrust with thrust.

He careened toward the precipice he tried to hold off, waiting for her to catch up.

She let out a cry, her pussy shuddered around him, and he lost control, plunging headfirst into orgasmic bliss, rapturous fire sizzling through him.

She settled on top of him, and he wrapped his arms tight around her.

“Are you all right?” She lifted her head to scan his face. “You’re not hurting, are you?”

He chuckled. “Never been better.” He smoothed her damp short hair and then tucked her head against his shoulder. He wasn’t ready to let her go yet. He’d never be ready. He intended to hold her in one way or another for the rest of their lives.

Snuggling against him, she sighed with contentment. “Me, too.”

“I…love you.” The words, lurking in his mind, slipped out.

“I love you, too, Jason.”

Oh, he’d hoped. He’d sensed she did—she’d stayed by his side despite his terrible confession, but the words were a joy unto themselves.

He caressed her back and felt her shiver. “Are you cold?” They were lying on the made bed, but he flipped the top quilt over them.

“Mm. That’s better,” she said. “We forgot to stoke the stove when we came in.”

“I’ll do it right now,” he said.

“Later.” The way she clung to him as if she were reluctant to let him go filled him with warmth. “You need to rest, remember?” She drew lazy circles on his chest, working her way downward.

Heat curled in his belly, and his cock awakened, ready to go. “Is that supposed to help me rest?” he joked.

“I can do all the work again, if you like.”

“Nah, it’s my turn to be the boss.”

“Oh, really?” She arched her eyebrows, but her eyes twinkled.

“Really,” he said with a straight face. “Kiss me.”

She gave him a peck on the cheek.

He laughed. She grinned, and he rolled her onto her back and planted his mouth on hers.

Who needed herb cakes when they produced enough of their own heat?

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