Melt (Steel Brothers Saga 4)

He stood again, unbuckled his belt, unsnapped his jeans, each tiny zing of the teeth on his zipper growing louder. He pushed his jeans and boxers down and stepped out of them. And then he turned to face me.

I gasped.

He had the biggest dick I’d ever seen. For a minute, I wasn’t sure it would fit inside my thin body. As wet as I was at this moment, though, there probably wouldn’t be any trouble.

He smiled at my gasp. “See anything you like now?”

I warmed again. Was I capable of getting any redder?

He pulled me up to him and clasped my naked body to his. He kissed my neck, nibbling on it lightly, and then tugged on my earlobe.

“I’m going to fuck you every way possible this afternoon, Melanie. I’m going to have you up against the wall, on the bed, cowgirl, missionary, doggy—every position there is. We’re going to do it on the table over there. I’m going to fuck your brains out in every corner of this room.”

My knees buckled. Luckily he held me steady.

“I wanted to do this when I first laid eyes on you in that hotel bar. I wanted to take you back to my room. Everything I wanted to do to you that night, I’m going to do to you now, Melanie. Believe it.”

I had no reason not to believe it. I saw it in his eyes. Eyes never lied. I’d learned that through my business. Right now, Jonah Steel’s eyes said that he wanted me, and he was going to have me.

And I wouldn’t resist.

He took my lips with his. I opened for him immediately, and he swept his tongue into my mouth. Our lips were fused together, our tongues engaged in a duel. My God, I couldn’t get close enough to him. More. I want more.

He kissed me hard. This was no sweet kiss. This was the kiss of two people denied human contact for far too long. It wasn’t a kiss of passion. It was a kiss of need. Of urgency.

This was physical, purely physical. We didn’t know each other well enough for it to be anything else. As a professional, I knew that. This was chemical and nothing more.

But that didn’t stop me from melting into his kiss. My nipples hardened, poking into his chest. I swore I could feel the juices dripping down my thighs.

He cupped my breasts, thumbing my erect nipples. God, it felt so good. No one had touched me intimately for so long.

I moaned into his mouth.

He groaned back, and I felt the vibration of his voice all the way to my toes. When he finally broke the kiss, we were both panting.

“I want you,” he said. “I swear to God I’ve never wanted a woman so much.”

I opened my mouth, but no words emerged. Didn’t matter anyway, because he sealed his lips to mine again, and his tongue filled my mouth, taking me, spiraling me beyond control.

We kissed again—kissed and kissed and kissed—and he moved his hand down from my breasts to between my legs.

He broke the kiss and sucked in a breath. “God, do you have any idea how wet you are? You’re soaked, Melanie. You’re soaked for me.”

I didn’t doubt it. His huge erection was poking into my belly. Yes, physical chemistry. We certainly did have that.

He turned me around and pushed me against the wall. “Don’t move,” he said in my ear.

From my position, I heard the rip of a condom wrapper. In about three seconds, he was behind me, his front to my back, his cock nudging the crease of my ass.

“I told you I’d fuck you up against this wall. Get ready, baby.”

I gasped as he thrust himself into me. “God, you’re so big.”

“Shh,” he said against my neck. “You’ll get used to it.”

I was used to it already. I felt complete in a way I never had before. No one had ever felt like this inside me, and I knew no one ever would again. So I was going to savor this afternoon. I was going to let him do whatever he wanted.

He pulled out and thrust back in. I gasped again.