Breathless (Steel Brothers Saga 10)

Emotions coiled through me, feelings I wasn’t ready to face yet. This woman meant so much to me, and I wasn’t even close to worthy.

I banished those thoughts from my mind. She was here. I was here. And she was offering herself to me. No strings—at least none that I knew of.

I couldn’t offer her strings of any kind. Not now, and maybe not ever. I’d vowed to stay away, but I could offer her the next few hours.

I was so hard right now that I had to get inside her. After I took the edge off, I’d love her until morning. I’d force every ounce of pleasure I could out of her.

But now…

I undressed as quickly as I could and lay down next to her, spooning her. I kissed the soft silk of her shoulder and pushed my cock against the crack of her ass.

“Please,” she said softly.

I thrust into her wet heat.

“God, yes,” she said, her voice a sweet, soothing breeze in my ears.

She wrapped around me in a perfect sexual hug, a glove for my cock in the most intimate way. For a moment, everything else—the past, the lies, the situation Joe and I needed to deal with—disappeared, and I escaped into her embracing warmth.

If I could only stay here, encased within her welcoming body forever, I could be complete. Complete and happy.

I let those warm thoughts float around the mess inside my mind as I pumped into her quickly. In. Out. In. Out. Her moans were my reward.

“Can’t last long,” I panted into her ear.

“S’okay,” she said. “Feel good. I want you to feel good.”

Her unselfishness unmanned me, and I pushed once more into her and released into an exploding star. The pulses spread through me like torpedoes, and I gripped her hips, trying to push farther and farther into her, trying to make it last, make it last, make it last…

“Mmm,” she said in her angelic voice.

“I’ll make this up to you,” I said against her earlobe.

“S’okay,” she said again.

“No, it’s not. Give me a minute, and I swear to God I’ll make you come like you never have before.”

She smiled into the pillow. I couldn’t see her lips, but just the slight movement of her facial muscles clued me in. That was how well I knew her already, knew the responses of her body. Man, how could I ever give this woman up?

Not going to think about that now.

Instead, I inhaled, breathing in the coconut scent of Marj’s still-damp hair. I eased the holder from her ponytail, letting her hair flow down her back. So beautiful.

I trailed my lips along the side of her face and then over her neck and shoulder, my cock finally sliding out of her. I was still semi-hard, and already my dick was showing signs of new life. Just being next to this woman, kissing her smooth flesh, inhaling the

fragrance of her hair mixed with the raw scent of our sex that hung in the air…

As much as I wanted to take her to another plane of passion, part of me wanted to lie here, just be next to her, and pretend, if only for a moment, that this was normal.

My normal life.

If only I were worthy of such a thing.

As much as I was not worthy, she was. She deserved so much more than just me getting my rocks off inside her.

Time to show her what true pleasure was.

I moved slightly, placing her supine on the bed, and then I positioned myself between her legs, lifted her hips so her knees were snug against my shoulders, and dived into her sweet center.