Melt (Steel Brothers Saga 4)

“That’s how a lot of people get referrals. By doing conferences.”

“You turned out to be a great fit for him, Melanie. He’s a changed man. He really is. I mean, he told me he still has dreams sometimes and that he knows there are parts of this that will never leave him, but he’s dealing with it now, and he’s living his life.”

Warm happiness dribbled through me. I did have successes—far more successes than failures. But that one failure really hurt. I didn’t want to go there. I couldn’t go there with Jonah.

“You know,” I said, the sake from dinner giving me the courage, “Talon told me something at one of his sessions. Something about you.”

He quirked his eyebrow. “Oh? I hope it was good.”

I gave him a half smile. “He said you had the hots for me.”

His cheeks went ruddy. Difficult to discern on his nicely bronzed face, but I could tell.

“I hope I haven’t embarrassed you.”

“Why should I be embarrassed? I think it’s clear from my behavior up to this point that what he said is true.”

I couldn’t help a little laugh.

“Look, now, there’s nothing I’d like better than to take you to the bedroom, but I want you to tell me what’s going on. Something scared you earlier today, and then you got that phone call. Maybe this is none of my business—in fact, I’m sure it’s not—but you can tell me anything. My word is as good as gold.”

The second time he had used those words. I knew I could trust him. I never doubted it. And oh, how wonderful it would be to unburden myself to someone. I had opened up a little bit to Oliver about it, as another physician. But to tell Jonah? To him, I was the brilliant therapist who’d saved his brother. What would he think of me? I couldn’t bear it if he thought less of me. And at this point, I didn’t think much of myself. I just couldn’t tell him.

“I can’t.”

“You can. It will help. You know it will.”

From the kitchen, the coffee maker dinged, telling me my pot of coffee was ready. I ignored it. There was only one way to get Jonah’s mind off of what was bothering me. And I knew what that was.

I sat down on him, pulling my spandex skirt up my thighs and straddling him, cupped his cheeks, and lowered my mouth onto his.

It didn’t take long for him to respond. His cock hardened beneath me. I ground against it, my clit tickling from the roughness of the denim enclosing him. Oh, how good it felt.

He broke the kiss. “My God, you’re driving me fucking insane.”

I took his lips again. Good, insane. Exactly what I wanted. I wanted to be driven insane too. I wanted to escape from the emotions overwhelming me. Escape from my patient who had taken her own life, from the love she’d hidden from me, from her father who’d threatened me.

Just escape.

And even though I knew it couldn’t last—escape never did—what better way to escape than in the arms of the most beautiful man on the planet? For that’s what Jonah Steel was. He was darker and even more rugged than his brother Talon. The silvery flecks in his stubble and in his beautiful black hair made me swoon. I unbuttoned his shirt quickly and pushed it over his shoulders. A gorgeous chest, too, adorned with just the perfect amount of black and silver chest hair. He let go of me long enough to pull his arms out and then grabbed me, cupping my breasts. He found my nipples through my blouse and bra, and they hardened, pushing through both layers of fabric.

I gasped into his mouth.

He pushed me off of him and laid me on the couch, touching me between my legs.

“Oh my God. You’re so wet. So wet for me.” He pushed my skirt the rest of the way up to my waist and spread my legs. “The lips of your pussy are engorged, Melanie. I’m going to eat you raw. And then I’m going to stuff my cock into you and fuck you. Fuck you all night long.”

I closed my eyes as he lowered his beautiful mouth to take my most secret place. When he swiped his tongue across my clit, I nearly unraveled.

“God, you taste so good.” He nibbled on my thigh, sucking, biting. “I could suck you all night long.”

“I won’t stop you,” I said, my eyes still shut.

“Open your eyes, Melanie. Open your eyes. Watch me as I lick you.”

My head was propped up slightly by a pillow on the couch, and I opened my eyes. His own brown ones were blazing as he licked between my legs.

“Don’t stop looking at me, Melanie. I want you to look as I suck this pussy. Tell me you want that. Tell me you want me to eat your pussy.”