Breathless (Steel Brothers Saga 10)

Woodsy. Spicy. Bryce.

“God, Marjorie. Oh my God.” He yanked on my hair, tilting my head back, and then he crushed his mouth to mine.

Chapter Six

Bryce

I had no business being in this room.

Kissing this woman.

Feeling her beautiful breasts against my chest.

No business.

No business at all.

But damn, nothing had felt this good since…

Since fucking forever.

Her mouth was gingery and sweet, and her tongue so soft against my own. I wanted this. Wanted to explore every crevice in her mouth, every inch of her supple body. Wanted to embed myself inside her warmth, escape my life and immerse myself solely in her beauty and her heat.

I had nothing to offer this worthy woman. Nothing at all.

I was empty, so empty. But filling her might ease that. Fuck. My cock strained against my jeans. I was so hard, as hard as I’d ever been. I hadn’t had sex in nearly two years. Not since Henry’s mother, and that had been a one-nighter that morphed into a quickie marriage that I still couldn’t believe had happened. Frankie was a Las Vegas topless showgirl, a hot and sexy redhead with a smoking body. I’d forgotten a condom, but she’d assured me she was on the pill, and we’d had an incredible time. I married her when she showed up at my door a few weeks later, pregnant. A couple months after Henry was born, I caught her fucking a pizza delivery guy—a scene straight out of a bad porn flick. I divorced her and she didn’t fight me on custody. In fact, she signed away her parental rights.

That Henry resulted was a true gift, but the actual act that made him hadn’t meant a thing to me. No regrets. None at all. I loved my son deeply. But being a solo parent to an infant didn’t leave much time for dating or sex, especially when I was also dealing with the truth about my father.

That one-night fuck had enriched me in so many ways, yet, at its base, it was still that—a one-night fuck.

As this would be.

I couldn’t offer more, no matter how much I wanted it. No matter how much she wanted it.

The only problem was…in my heart I ached to offer Marjorie more.

So much to think about. So much…

Within a few seconds more, though, all thoughts turned into fragments, leaving me only with feeling. Pure, raw feeling.

Intense feeling, intense desire. Had I ever wanted a woman as much? Ever?

Not that I could recall.

Our chests were fused together, as were our mouths. Her tongue was velvety against my own, her lips soft yet demanding.

She left me breathless.

So breathless that I had to forcefully end the kiss to inhale deeply.

I pulled away, my dick throbbing in my jeans. She gazed at me, her dark-chocolate eyes heavy-lidded. Her cheeks were rosy, and her lips red and swollen from our kiss. And God, her breasts… Perfect in every way. Round and pert and just the right size. Nipples like hard brown berries. Marjorie was long and lean, and her waist indented slightly, leading to narrow hips and long legs still clad in skinny jeans.

I’d seen her in a bikini. I knew what lay under all that denim. Didn’t stop me from wanting to rip it off her and ogle that Victoria’s Secret body.

“Why did you stop?” She touched her lips lightly.

I needed to catch a breath didn’t seem like the right thing to say.