Page 11 of Forged in Flames (Made of Steel 2)

He immediately looked down at me when he heard the noise. There was concern in those eyes.

He wasn't Don. He wasn't trying to hurt me. He had just saved me. But I couldn't seem to stop the feeling of my heart beating out of my chest. And I couldn't seem to stop seething. He pulled his hand away from my mouth.

"Don't you ever touch me like that again," I said and shoved him hard.

He stood up and took a step back from me.

"Don't you dare put your hands over my mouth." I stood up and shoved him again.

"Sadie, I just needed to make sure we were alone. I needed to make sure we were safe."

And I slapped him. The sound ech

oed around the abandoned apartment. And as soon as it seemed to stop reverberating through me, I lunged at him. Like a wild banshee. Only...not. Not at all. Because as soon as my hands made contact with his strong shoulders, I was kissing him. He immediately groaned into my mouth.

I grabbed the front of his hoodie and deepened the kiss.

His lips seemed hungry and carnal. His tongue made my head spin.

"Am I permitted to touch you here?" His breath was hot in my ear as he shoved my workout shorts down my legs.

God, yes. My fingers dug into the back of his hoodie.

"What about here?"

I felt the leather of his gloves brush between my thighs. I whimpered.

"Because I think you love when I touch you. You're soaked."

I hated how cocky he was. But I loved it too. "Tell me your name."

He shook his head.

"Let me see your face."

He silently shook his head again.

God, he was infuriating. "Then just fuck me already."

He grabbed my hips and sunk himself deep inside of me.

Yes. I tilted my head back, exposing my neck to him. I didn't even try to see him this time. I just let him consume me. He trailed light, feathery kisses down my throat. It didn't make it constrict. It made it feel like I could breathe again. Take away my pain.

It was like he could inhale my darkness. And with each thrust I felt lighter. I climbed higher.

"Let go, Sadie," he whispered against my ear.

And I did. I fell. Harder than last time. Farther. But the warmth that filled into me felt even better than the fall. And for just one moment, one speck of time, I was completely whole. I was Summer Brooks again. I closed my eyes.

"You're toxic," I whispered against his lips. I didn't mean for it to, but it sounded like a confession. Almost like I hadn't meant to say it out loud. But I had meant it in a good way. He took away everything bad and put it on himself. He was saving me.

"I know." His lips brushed against mine. "Does that scare you?"

I opened my eyes and looked into his brown ones. "I'm not scared of you."

"You should be. I almost got you killed, remember?"

I laughed.

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