Page 20 of Steel

“Thinkin’ that hard will hurt your brain,” he mutters.

When my eyes flick up to his, they’re met with a warmth that hasn’t been there in a while. “Morning.”

Steel’s fingers brush pieces of hair from my eyes. “Mornin’, Hummingbird.”

He must still be half asleep because he leans over and brushes his mouth against mine. A couple more times he does it, heat flashing through my body with each one. Then he pulls back, and his eyes drop to my lips. The longer he stares at them, the hotter his eyes flare.

“Fuck it,” he growls, grabbing my chin and pulling my face to his.

He shoves his way past my parted lips, tangling his tongue with mine.

Fervent tension builds between us as our mouths attack each other greedily. A groan vibrates up his chest and pours into me as he glides his hand under my shirt and cups my tit in his palm. His thumb teases my nipple until it’s a stiff point, and then he pinches it with his fingers and tugs, teasing me until I’m moaning into his mouth and slick with arousal between my thighs.

More . . . I need more.

It feels like it’s been so long since this man has had his hands on me that I’m drowning in hunger, even though it was really just last night.

Since he doesn’t seem to be giving me what I want, I reach under my shirt and grab his hand, guiding it down my body until we’re sliding them between my legs.

There’s no underwear to fight out of the way since I’m not wearing any.

This isn’t the smartest time to be doing this since I’ve been shot and have a club chasing after me, but like always, I’m not able to control myself when I’m around him.

Something teases my mind, another reason I shouldn’t be doing this, but his fingers brush against my clit and whatever it was flies away. His tongue caresses mine boldly as he toys with me, bringing me closer to that edge but pulling back before I can fall.

I bite down gently on his tongue in warning, and he chuckles into my mouth before drifting his fingers down to my entrance and shoving two inside. Steel rests his thumb against that tiny bundle of nerves that is guaranteed to give me fireworks as he thrusts his fingers in and out of me. The combination of pressure from his thumb and him adding a third finger inside makes me lose my senses as I chase my release. He fucks me, those wicked digits of his plunging in and out of my pussy until I’m right at the precipice.

Steel yanks his mouth away from mine and buries his face in my neck, his mouth attaching itself to my skin. He bites and nibbles, each tiny sting of pain from his teeth zapping my core. The pleasure is so intense that I plead with him for my release.

As soon as his mouth latches onto my neck and sucks on my flesh, my body locks up painfully and my release rolls over me.

It’s only seconds later that the coolness from the air conditioner brushes across my trembling body as Steel leaves me bereft.

“Fuck,” he growls, climbing from the bed. “That was a mistake.”

His words wipe out the orgasmic bliss buzzing through my system.

Right. No emotions. No relationships. How could I forget?

“Relax, Steel. I’m not going to suddenly fall in love with you just because you got me off.” I carefully work my way to theedge of the bed and sit up with a wince of pain. “You’re good, bossman, but you ain’t that good.”

Liar.

“Stupid brain,” I breathe out.

“What are you doin’?”

I shoot him a sharp look. “What’s it look like?”

Steel lifts a brow. “Rein in the brat, Hummingbird.”

“You don’t get to tell me what to do. You got me off, and that’s where it starts and ends with us.”

It’s a struggle, but I make it to my feet. I do my best to keep my weight off my injured leg, but it’s a lot harder than I thought it’d be.

Freaking psychotic bikers just had to go and murder someone on the same day I decided to take pictures.

With a growl, he stomps over to me and lifts me gently into his arms. “Where are you goin’?”

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