Page 66 of Steel

“Maybe because you’re good at it.” I smile, brushing my fingers over the stubble on his jaw, pulling his mouth to mine again.

Except this time, he’s anything but sweet. His fingers twist tight in my hair. And even if I’m the one hovering over him, he’s the one who claims me.

Jameson pulls away just long enough to turn around, and he picks me up so fast that my head rushes as helifts me off the couch. I wrap my legs around him, and my core grinds against his body. Beneath his hands, I feel the full year it’s been since I’ve been touched.

All the anger I’ve harbored toward this man slips away, and I lose myself in him for the night. I lose the responsibilities I’ll wake up to in the morning. I let myself be his.

“Jameson.” I moan against his mouth when his hand strokes my thigh, and he pulls back. “Please don’t stop.”

His eyes are closed when I tip my forehead to his. I sense him holding back with all he has. But his body tells me what he doesn’t want to as his hard cock puts pressure on my core.

“I’m a bad idea, Tempe.” He teases my lower lip, slowly peppering kisses along my jaw. “I’m not good for anyone.”

“I’m no picnic myself.” I tip my head back when he kisses the center of my throat. “Besides, it’s just one night. I’m sure you do this all the time.”

Jameson pauses, looking me in the eyes. “You’re wrong. I never dothis.”

I don’t know what to make of his comment, but it feels a little like a challenge I can’t resist.

“Are you scared, Steel?” I smirk, dipping my mouth by his ear and run my tongue along the shell of it. “Is the president of the Twisted Kings afraid of what could happen?”

“Are you testing me, wildfire?”

“Maybe.”

Jameson spins me around, pinning my back to the wall so hard it knocks the air from my chest. Heuses the wall as leverage to pin me with his body, and one hand finds my jaw, gripping it hard.

He drags his thumb roughly over my lower lip. “Most people know better than to test an MC president.”

“And what if they don’t?” I tease.

“Then I’m happy to teach them a lesson.”

He grazes his thumb up and over my mouth, and when he pauses at my lips, I part them. He presses his thumb over my tongue, and I close my mouth around him. He pulls it out slowly, and I suck on it as he does, eliciting the most intoxicating growl from him.

“Are you worried I can’t handle you, Jameson?” I wet my lips.

“I wish you could.” He rubs his wet thumb over my mouth, fixating on where he’s smearing my ChapStick. “You have no idea how much I wish you could.”

“I promise I’m not as innocent as you might think.”

“You’re a good girl. Or, at least, too good for a man like me.”

I tip my chin up, sinking against him, and my whole body hums with everything I’ve wanted since the first moment we caught gazes across the bar. Even if back then I didn’t see it.

“I’m not scared of you.” I run my fingers through his thick hair, scratching his scalp. “Besides… I’ll let you in on a little secret. Even a good girl wants to be fucked like she’s bad sometimes.”

I’m never this confident. But with Jameson pinning me against a wall, I want to tease him. To tempt him. To challenge him until he makes me pay for all of it.

“Are you trying to tease me, wildfire?” He cups my jaw and presses me to the wall. “You should be careful with this smart little mouth.”

“Make me.”

He smirks. “You really don’t want me to do that.”

“Or do I?”

“Let’s find out.” Jameson grins, setting me down slowly. “Get in my room, wildfire.”

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