Breathless (Steel Brothers Saga 10)

Nothing would stop me now.

This would happen, and it would be amazing.

Damn the consequences.

Damn the fallout.

Damn everything—everything except Marj and me and this amazing kiss.

Our lips still smashed together, I explored her silky neck with my fingers, and then her lean shoulder and upper arm, lightly brushing the fabric of her short sleeve upward. I trailed down her arm, circling her wrist and then entwining her fingers with mine.

I groaned into her mouth.

This felt so right.

It was wrong, but so right.

With reluctance, I broke the kiss to inhale a necessary breath.

Breathless again.

She always left me breathless.

Then I pressed my lips to her soft cheek, her jawline, the curve of her neck, the soft part of her shoulder that was exposed.

Tonight my lips would explore every inch of Marjorie’s body. Every fucking inch. My cock was hard as a rock in my jeans, and I absently pushed it against her belly, craving more and more of her.

Damn the consequences.

Damn the fallout.

“Bryce.”

Her voice was a soft sigh, a careless whisper in the night.

I groaned again and nipped her neck, not giving a damn if I left a mark.

In fact, wanting to leave a mark.

Yearning to mark her as mine forever.

Damn the consequences.

Damn the fall—

“Auntie Marj?”

I jerked my lips away from her neck and looked up. Donny stood at the top of the small staircase that led to the large family room and bar.

Marj turned toward the little boy quickly. “Hey, sweetie. What are you doing up?”

“I had a bad dream.”

Talon and Joe had told me about the boys and their nightmares. They were coming less and less frequ

ently, and they tormented Dale more often. Tonight, though, apparently little Donny was affected.

Marjorie pulled away from me, not missing a beat. If Donny had noticed what we were doing, he didn’t let on. She took the little boy’s hand and squeezed it. “Let’s get you some water. Then I’ll read you a story. Would you like that?”