Burn (Steel Brothers Saga 5)

“What?”

She bit her lip. God, she was sexy.

“Someone I…love, Jonah.”

I jerked my head back, dazed. “You what?”

She sat up, biting her lip again. “Someone I love.”

I started to speak, but she stopped me.

“No, I have to say this. Twenty-four hours ago, I didn’t know if I would live. Let me tell you, looking death in the face makes you rearrange your priorities quickly. All I could think about was that I had fallen in love with you, and I might not ever be able to tell you. I love you, Jonah. You don’t have to say it back. I don’t expect it. But I know I can’t go one more minute without telling you.”

I opened my mouth. The words “I love you too” hovered on the tip of my tongue. Because I did love her. I loved her with all my heart. But once I told her the truth, that I had purposely ignored her phone call, she would no longer want me.

She touched her fingers to my lips. “Don’t say anything now. Please. Just know that I love you. That’s all I need for now, for you to know that. And for you to make love to me.”

I was so unworthy. She was offering her love, and her body, and I was unworthy of both. But I didn’t have the strength to deny her. I would make love to her this last time, and then, I would tell her the truth.

Chapter Fourteen

Melanie

He kissed me then, the kiss I was craving. He forced his tongue between my lips and took, took all I had to give, and I gave it freely. I welcomed it. I wanted to give him all of me, everything that was left of me. If it was not meant to be for the future, I would deal with that eventually. But this was now. This was one moment—one I wanted to cherish.

Our tongues swirled together, both of our voices vibrating with hums of desire.

When we finally broke the kiss to both take much-needed breaths, he trailed his lips over to my ear, biting on my lobe and pushing his tongue inside.

“You’re so beautiful, Melanie. God, I want you so much.”

It wasn’t a confession of love, but desire, and I would take it. It was enough for now. He kissed my neck, and then my shoulders, tiny little nips, and he finally made it down to my nipples.

He sucked them. Hard.

Just the way I liked.

I groaned, my hips moving of their own accord, undulating beneath him. I longed to reach for his hard cock and free it from his jeans, but with my injured hands, I wasn’t sure if that would be a good idea.

I moaned as he continued to suck my nipples.

“Take off your clothes, Jonah. Please. I want to see your beautiful body. I want to feel your warm skin against mine.”

He let my nipple drop with a soft pop. He didn’t answer me, but stood and slowly began to undress. I opened my eyes to enjoy the show. He unbuttoned his fawn-colored western shirt, and with each new inch of tan skin exposed, my own skin prickled, my nipples hardened further, and I grew more slick between my legs. When his shirt finally ended up in a crumpled heap on the floor, I drank in his bronze chest, the black and silver hairs scattered over it, the dark disks and the nipples protruding from them. I gazed downward to the arrow of hair that led to the bulge beneath his jeans.

He slowly unbuckled his belt and then unsnapped and unzipped his jeans. He sat on the bed and took off his boots and socks and then stood again, lowering his jeans and boxers to the floor. His larger than large cock sprang out, and a gasp left my lips.

That was for me. That beautiful hardness. All for me. Simple, frugal Melanie Carmichael. This was what I did to him.

This was what I did to the magnificent Jonah Steel.

I let out a groan without realizing it.

His lips curved up at the corners. “My God, Melanie. My God.”

“You are absolutely gorgeous, Jonah. You’re perfect.”

“I’m far from perfect. Very far from it. But you… My God.”