He didn’t even hesitate. “Door number two.”
“Then why are we still in the garage?”
“Good fucking question.” He carried her through the garage with her still wrapped around his chest and waist. With one hand he held her tightly, with the other he opened and shut the door, reset the alarm and then strode through the dark house and up the stairs, not even breathing heavily under her weight.
The whole time, she was kissing, sucking and biting along his neck, and he almost stumbled on the stairs once. But he didn’t tell her to stop. No, he moved even faster.
He kicked the partially open door to her bedroom, and she expected him to throw her on the bed and ravish her, but he didn’t. Instead, he let her slide slowly down his body, making sure her pussy slid over the evidence of his approval of her actions.
“Shower,” she whispered.
“You want your first time in the shower?”
Your first time.
She needed to look at it like that. That this was her first time, because the time when she was a freshman no longer counted. She needed a do-over.
“No, the bed. But we need to wash off the filth first.”
“Go. I can wait.”
She raised her eyebrows at him. “Go? You don’t want to join me?”
“I’ll ask again, Kitty Kat, do you want your first time in the shower?”
She grinned. “Can’t control yourself?”
“You’re wired as fuck right now, are you sure you can control yourself? I’m pretty fucking irresistible.” The last was said with a cocky grin.
Kat snorted. “You were until that comment.”
Her flip-flops flew across the room when she kicked them off. She tugged her T-shirt off and threw it at Steel, then shucked her track pants and panties in one swoop.
Steel’s nostrils were flaring, and his eyes held a lot of heat as he let his gaze rake down her body. She lifted her hands to the sports bra, which was still damp from sweat. “Hate these, do you?”
“Sometimes there’s a need for them, but not all the time. You’ve got great tits, Kitty Kat.”
“Are you saying I should flaunt them?”
His eyes narrowed a bit and he pursed his lips. “Didn’t say that.”
She slowly wiggled the damp elastic fabric up over her breasts and head, then threw it in his face with a laugh.
Steel wasn’t laughing, he was looking way too intense. “We’re tag teaming this shower, Kat. Get your ass in there quick.”
“Impatient?”
“Your enthusiasm is rubbing off on me. Get your ass in the shower double time. Because remember when I said I was hungry? I need to eat. And it’s going to be you.”
Kat’s thighs quivered as she rushed past him into the master bathroom, quickly turning on the lights, starting the shower and getting in.
She was in and out in two minutes flat.
“Damn,” Steel whispered when she came out of the bathroom to find he had stripped down, as well. And his cock was in his hand, hard as... steel. “That was quick.”
She passed him and gave his delectable muscular bare ass a stinging slap. “Double time, soldier.”
“I was never a soldier,” he grumbled.
“You said you were a Marine.”
“Marines aren’t soldiers.”
Kat shrugged. “Semantics.”
“Not even. Right now I don’t have time to explain it to you, because some sassy-mouthed woman needs to be fucked good and hard for the first time in her life.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, then double time, Marine! Hoorah!”
“Jesus fuck,” Steel grumbled as he went, leaving the door open. She heard from inside the bathroom, “It’s oorah!”
“Oorah fucking cares?” she yelled back, unable to contain her “sassy mouth.” She was a mixture of nerves and excitement.
She ran to the nightstand where she had stashed the pile of condoms in the drawer and dug them all back out, tossing them onto the bed. She stood beside it staring at the mattress and all the condoms, unsure what to do with herself in the meantime.
“Jesus fuck,” she heard muttered again, this time behind her. How did he sneak up on her? “Are we going to use all of them?”
She turned. “Are we?”
He grinned. “We can try.”
Kat grinned. She lost that grin as her gaze roamed down his body. His dark hair was wet, a few drops of water clung to his pecs and face and rolled down his six-pack abs. And one particular drop of water took the path of dark hair that went from his navel to the thicker patch around his erection. Which also had a bead on the tip, but not from water. “How did you take a shower that quickly?”
“In boot camp, you learn to shower really quick. Enough chit chat.”
“I agree.” Then she launched herself at him just like in the garage. He caught her as she clung to his chest and licked a drop of water from his neck. “Too much talking, not enough action, Marine.”
“Fuck, Kat,” he grumbled.
“Yes, please.”
She went for his mouth, but he pulled back to ask, “You sure you’re ready?”
“I am so fucking ready,” she whispered and kissed him.
They were both panting when they broke that kiss.
“Kat,” he whispered.
“Yes?”
“Just reminding you, you thought I was an asshole.”
“Was?”
He snorted, took a couple steps toward the bed and toppled them both to it. Kat lost her breath when his weight hit her, then she lost it again when he stole it in a kiss that was so hot, so intense, she swore the sheets would catch on fire.
Not that she had a lot to compare it to, but the man could kiss. He could suck the soul right out of her, stealing it forever.
He couldn’t have it forever, but he could have it tonight.
She rolled her head back as he moved from her mouth, down her throat, then down farther to suck one of her nipples deep into his mouth. She didn’t even stifle her groan, instead, she wanted him to hear just how good that felt. And by digging her fingertips into the back of his head, she wanted to keep him right there.
His teeth scraped the very tip of her nipple and her back arched in response, then he moved to the other one while his fingers twisted and tweaked the one he just abandoned with his mouth.
Good grief, she never had this. None of this. She had missed all of this. All because she let one immature teenager fuck with her head. She denied herself this pleasure because of some man-child.
She’d love to go some rounds in the ring with that asshole.
Steel nipping her nipple hard enough to make it hurt drew her out of her thoughts.
He lifted his head. “Are you with me?”
“Yes.”
“Your whole body tensed. Do you need me to stop?”
She closed her eyes and pushed her thoughts of the past out of her head. “No, I need you to keep going.” She shoved at his shoulders. “You said you were hungry, so shut up and eat.”
He growled and his tongue left a wet trail down her stomach as he moved lower. But before he got to what she had considered the good part last night, he slipped off the bed onto his knees, yanked her roughly to the edge of the mattress and threw her legs over his shoulders. Her hips surged upward as his mouth sucked hard on her clit and he rolled her aching nipples between his fingers at the same time.
Holy shit... fuck... fuck... fuckity shit. Yes... Oh... fuck yes!
Then she realized his shoulders were shaking. Did she say all that out loud? Was he laughing at her?
She pounded the heel of her foot against his back and lifted her head. “Are you laughing at me?”
His eyes tipped up to hers and he lifted his head. That was not the reaction she wanted, either.
“Kitty Kat, you respond however you want. The louder the better.”
Her head flopped back down as he scraped his beard along her inner th
igh and got back to work.
She ignored everything other than what his mouth and fingers were doing. Which was wreaking havoc on her sanity.
One hand still worked her nipples, while the other joined his mouth. Touching and stroking and dipping inside her. Taking her close to orgasm but not quite reaching it.
He was teasing her.
Torturing her.
Driving her to crazy town.
His tongue circled and flicked, his lips plucked and sucked. And finally when his fingers plunged inside of her, she might have started to speak in tongues.
And she didn’t care. Nope. Not one bit.
Because the orgasm that ripped through her, which she thought would be like the angels singing, was instead like the devil ripping out her soul.
And, hell yes, it was even better than last night. Last night she didn’t know what to expect, tonight she did. And the man could deliver.
She didn’t even realize her eyes were squeezed shut until she heard her name rumbling from deep within his chest.
She opened them and rose onto her elbows. His face looked pained, his muscles tight as he remained on his knees on the floor, watching her.
“You okay?” she asked.
“I will be. Just say the word.”
“How about two?” she asked. “Fuck me.” As relief crossed his face, she threw up a hand and yelled, “No! I want to fuck you.”
“Normally, I’d say ‘hell yes’ to that, but Kat...”
“I want to fuck you. Let me.”
Steel blew out a breath. “Kat—”
“Let me,” she said more firmly. She could do this. She wasn’t exactly a virgin and also wasn’t sheltered. She had a general knowledge about sex, she just never gave herself the opportunity to enjoy it.
“You can’t wait until the second time?”
When she shot him a look, he threw up his hands and rose to his feet. Then he leaned over the bed, swept the condoms to the side and climbed onto the bed.
Kat got to her knees and pointed to his cock. “That looks painful.”
“You’re fucking killing me here, Kat.”
“For you, not for me. Though...” The first time had been rough and painful, and that guy’s cock hadn’t been quite as large as Steel’s.
“Kat,” he growled. “Do what you’re going to do or I’m taking over.” He snagged the closest condom, ripped it open and rolled it on. “Okay,” he announced.
“Okay?”
“Do your thing.”
Do your thing. “Will you tell me if I do something wrong?”
“Holy fuck,” he groaned and rolled his eyes toward the ceiling. His eyes hit hers again. “I can’t tell you if you’re doing something wrong unless you’re doing it.”
Point taken.
But before she could move, he surged up with a muttered, “Fuck this,” tackled her and she found herself pinned beneath him, with his thick thighs spreading hers and his cock pressed hard against her. He planted his forearms on either side of her head and dropped his mouth to hers. “Let me do it this time. Otherwise, there isn’t going to be a next time, yeah? Kitty Kat, I don’t want to be laughed at during my funeral because some hot piece of ass killed me with her indecision, especially after I’ve survived a fucking war.”
“Hot piece of ass?”
“Sorry, I meant smoking hot piece of ass.”
As she opened her mouth, he smothered her response by taking it roughly, plunging his tongue in and totally taking control.
For the moment, she figured she could let that comment go.
His knees worked her thighs wider and he shifted as he kissed her. Then his hand was between them, sliding the head of his cock back and forth through her slickness.
She groaned into his mouth and tilted her hips, encouraging him. Not that he needed encouragement.
She thought she was jumping out of her skin in the car, now it was worse. He wasn’t entering her, just sliding his cock between her folds. Slow damn torture.
Was this revenge?
“Steel,” she groaned, digging her fingers into his back, for once wishing she had nails. Their mouths were now just a breath apart, his coming steady but quickly as it swept over her lips.
“Kat,” he murmured, sliding his cock down one more time until it caught right there. Right where it needed to be.
This was happening.
It was happening.
She made a bad decision last time. She hoped this time wasn’t the same.
She didn’t want to live with another mistake.
Please don’t be a mistake.
She tensed when she expected him to take her hard and fast like he said. But he didn’t. He was going excruciatingly slow. Sliding in little by little, letting her body adjust to his.
Once completely inside her, he stilled, filling her, stretching her, connecting the two of them. His mouth dropped to her ear and he breathed, “Kat.”
The way he said her name shot fireworks through her, then goosebumps exploded along her skin. She tightened her legs around his hips, spreading her fingers along the back of his head, and the fingertips of her other hand digging into the hard muscles of his back, holding him closer.
Neither moved for the longest time.
Her heart began to thump more intensely the longer it went. She wasn’t sure what to do. She wasn’t sure what was going on.
She had no idea what to expect, but she knew it wasn’t him simply lying still while buried deep inside her.
This was something more than just them having sex. But she didn’t know what, she didn’t know why.
She had no fucking clue what was normal and what wasn’t.
She shouldn’t have been so stupid; she shouldn’t have waited all these years. No man wanted a woman who was so damn inexperienced.
An unfamiliar sting filled her eyes and, damn it, she was not going to cry. She never cried.
And who the hell cried during sex when it was consensual?
She was not an emotional female who fell apart easily. That wasn’t her.
It wasn’t.
Fear began to claw at her gut. Fear that he could pull emotions out of her, emotions she had tucked away a long time ago.
She couldn’t let that happen. She couldn’t.
Finally, his mouth was against hers again. Lightly. She tried to calm her panicked breathing.
Then he began to move.
His hips moved smoothly like a rocking boat. And all the tension that had been building up and those crazy thoughts in her head were suddenly swept away.
All that remained in that bed was her and him.
And suddenly that scared the shit out of her, too.
Chapter Ten
Steel was struggling. He’d never taken his time or been so careful while having sex before.
He had no reason to. Sex was just that. Sex. A necessary function for a man like him.
He’d had sex more times than he could remember since he lost his virginity at the early age of fourteen. But no one... Not one of those females had he ever cared about. They’d all been a means to an end.
Did that make him an asshole?
Sure.
Had he ever cared?
Fuck no.
But everything about Kat was different. Her strength. Her vulnerability. Her determination. Her inexperience.
There were so many layers to this woman and he wanted to peel back every fucking one. He never wanted to do that before and it should scare the fuck out of him.
But it didn’t.
To him, it was a challenge.
To open her up. To have her give him everything.
He wanted to discover every one of her weaknesses just the same as he wanted to discover every one of her strengths.
And, fuck him, he said he’d never get caught as he watched four of his five teammates go down hard. He thought it would make them weak. It didn’t. Their women only made them stronger. If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn’t have beli
eved it.
Not that he was looking for the same thing from Kat. He wasn’t. But if he was...
Christ, he needed to get out of his own head and concentrate on the woman who was giving him what he wanted from the exact moment he saw her at The Strike Zone.
He never thought it would happen, but it was and he needed to give her all of his attention. Especially now. He needed to show her how good sex could be. He needed to wipe away the memories she had of her shitty-ass first and only time.
Little rotten bastard. He’d love to meet that asshole in a dark alley. He stole something from her and it wasn’t just her virginity.
“Hey... Are you with me?”
The question he’d asked her earlier was now being asked of him. And it drew him out of his thoughts and back into the room, into the bed, into Kat.
“Yeah,” he murmured. “I’m with you, Kitty Kat.”
Then he noticed it. The shine of tears in her eyes. He couldn’t tell if it was worry or sadness that wrinkled the corners. Or fear that caused the tight press of her lips.
I’m not good at it.
He told them I was a ‘horrible lay.’
That motherfucker had fucked with her head and he needed to correct that.
He ran his nose along her jawline, then paused over her mouth, which parted, and he inhaled every breath she took.
And he gave his to her.
Then he kicked his own ass for getting distracted, for planting that seed of doubt in her head.
Even the strongest person had weaknesses.
But if it was up to him, he’d make sure Kat became confident during sex. Just as confident as she was in the cage.
He gripped her bottom lip between his teeth and tugged gently. When he let go, he said softly, “Kitty Kat, you don’t know how good you feel. You’re fucking hot, and wet, and tight. So fucking responsive. Never hold back, none of your reactions are wrong. I want to hear every single one. Don’t hold back on telling me what you want. Anything you want, I’ll give it to you. Anything you need, I’ll do my best to give you that, too.”
“Steel—”
“No. Let me show you how fucking lucky I am. How lucky I am you invited me into your bed. How lucky you made me by choosing me to show you how good it can be. This might sound crazy, but it’s an honor and I need to show you how much I appreciate what you’re giving me.”
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