Page 114 of Twisted Steel

“We are,” I say.“Let’s see how much control you have.”

I undo her jeans, and she lifts her hips enough to help, and that small cooperation nearly ruins me.I pull the denim down her legs, taking her boots with them because my patience is officially dead.Her underwear follows, and then she is bare on my workbench, flushed, breathing hard, and staring at me like she might murder me if I take too long.

Perfect woman.I kiss the inside of her knee, then higher, and her head falls back.

A muffled cheer comes from outside, and Harper laughs, breathless.“They’re right outside.Should we go to your room?”

“I’m happy right here.”I stare at her perfectly waxed pussy and lick my lips.

“Someone could hear.”

I look up at her from between her thighs.“Then be quiet.”

Her eyes go dark, and I put my mouth on her.She moans instantly.The sound she makes is sharp and needy, and her hand flies to her mouth, but I grab her wrist and pull it away.

“No.”Her eyes widen, and I kiss her pussy again, slower this time, licking into her until her thighs shake around my shoulders.“No hiding,” I tell her.“Not from me.”

“Steel,” she gasps.

“Good.Say it again.”

Her fingers slide over my shaved head, holding but not pushing.“Steel.”

I groan against her, and she jerks, hips rolling.There she is, just Harper taking pleasure with the same stubborn courage she uses for everything else.

I give her my mouth until she is shaking, until her curses turn soft and filthy, until she stops pretending the club outside matters.I slide two fingers into her, slow enough to feel her stretch around me, and her whole body bows.

“Fuck,” she curses loudly.

I lift my head just enough to watch her.“That’s it.Pretty girl.Take what you need.”

Her cheeks flush deeper.“Don’t call me pretty girl like that.”

“Why?”

“Because it works.”

My chest rumbles with laughter, and I curl my fingers.She almost comes off the bench, but I hold her down with one hand on her hip, mouth back on her, fingers moving harder, deeper, exactly the way I have learned she likes.

Harper is not quiet, but she tries.She bites her lip.She turns her face into her shoulder.She fists one hand in my shirt and the other in her own hair.But she is not quiet.And every sound she gives me feels like a vow.

I talk against her body, dirty and low, telling her how good she tastes, how perfect she looks spread out in my garage while the whole club drinks outside, how much I want her losing control because she knows I’ll catch her every time.

When she comes, she says my name so hard it breaks.I keep my hand on her hip, holding her through it, gentling my mouth but not leaving her until she tugs at my shoulders.

“Too much,” she whispers.

I stop and stand, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.Her eyes follow the movement, and I like it too much.

“My turn,” she says.

I laugh once, rough and low.“Bossy.”

“I learned from the best.”

She reaches for my belt with hands that shake just enough to make my control bleed.I catch her wrists.

Her eyes flash.“Don’t you dare.”