Page 56 of Steel

After another slight hesitation, his lips a whisper from mine, he captured my mouth.

I don’t know if I couldn’t remember when I’d last been kissed or if my brain had shut down completely after the fiery incident. Whatever the case, the moment his lips were pressed against mine, I was utterly lost to the point of surrendering. To my emotions.

To my desires.

To the man. Completely.

Passion wasn’t anything I’d expected or wanted, but as he pulled me into his arms, my entire body was swooning.

Dark eyes.

Rough hands.

Soft lips.

The combination was irresistible, enough so I wrapped all ten fingers around his shirt, pulling myself closer. With the heat ofhis body oppressive, I swooned, especially when he shifted his hand to the back of my neck. In another possessive move, he dragged me onto my tiptoes while sweeping his tongue inside.

My body molded perfectly against his, the throb between my legs more intense than before as I discovered how difficult breathing was around him.

He wasn’t daunted as I struggled in his arms, his hold firm and strong.

Just like the man.

He dominated not only my tongue but every inch of me, pushing the small of my back against the edge of the counter. As he pressed the full weight of his body against mine, I was provided with a clearcut understanding of his thoughts.

His cock was hard as a rock, throbbing in the same erratic way as my pussy.

The tiny voice inside my head reminded me about all the reasons this was a bad idea. What did I do? Instead of pushing him away, I crawled my fingers up his chest, feeling every ripple in his carved muscles.

His tongue explored every inch of my mouth, so passionate I couldn’t see clearly, so controlling I doubted I could stop him.

Even if I wanted to.

As soon as I rolled my hand over his shoulder, another tiny shudder left my system. He was hard as a rock in all the right places. But his thick locks were soft when I tangled my fingers in them.

I found myself shifting back and forth, enjoying the friction. He wasn’t interested in letting go, his fingers digging into my skin as he held me, the kiss long past being intimate, turning into something predatory.

As if he was claiming me.

I was floored how easy it was to succumb to him, both of us crazed in our actions. Maybe I was being playful. Maybe the guilt of keeping my full identity from him was getting to me, but I pushed him away. The move was so unexpected that he tumbled backwards.

I hadn’t thought him dramatic, but I was wrong. He acted as if he was about to fall to the floor, barely catching himself on the edge of the counter a few feet away. Now his chest was rising and falling in rapid succession while he tore my clothes off with his eyes.

Maybe I hadn’t been prepared for his determination or his mischievous actions, so when he took a single long stride toward me, grabbing my arm, I was as surprised as he’d been.

His actions were rougher than mine, grasping my shirt and ripping it over my head. The grin on his face afterward spelled success. So I mimicked him, yanking up his skintight shirt and exposing all that glorious, bronzed skin. When I had trouble getting it over his head, he took over.

I had a clear indication he wasn’t the type of man to allow anyone to take charge. I could only imagine him raging against rules and laws.

A true bad boy.

My mouth watered from the thought.

His eyes were shimmering, now a deep green that left my mind and my lurid thoughts captured by them.

He could tell I was in a weak moment, using it to catch me off guard. With his yank of my arm, I was once again molded into his body. This time the kiss was rough, fervent, and so full of need that stars floated in front of my eyes.

Maybe his determined control was the reason I felt a sense of freedom and playfulness, once again pushing him and he allowed me to break the connection. His smile was a delicious taste of what he was thinking. I wasn’t going to be cornered that easily, spinning around the island and daring him with a single look to follow me.