Breathless (Steel Brothers Saga 10) - Page 86

There’d be memories.

We had to get out of here. Anywhere. Another bedroom. Wherever. I just couldn’t have these memories here,

in this room. I’d never get over her if I had to sleep here night after night.

When her orgasm subsided and she lay back on the bed, nearly limp, I took the chance I had. I swept her into my arms and carried her out of the master bedroom.

Her eyes snapped open. “What? Where are we going?”

“Somewhere with a bed,” I gritted out.

“Uh…we were somewhere with a bed.”

I didn’t answer, just moved to the next bedroom that had a queen bed. I tried not to think about the fact that my mother might be using this room. Or Henry.

No time for those thoughts. I laid Marjorie on the bed, her eyes still wide.

“I don’t underst—”

I lay down next to her, still fully clothed, and silenced her with a deep kiss. I didn’t expect her to understand my reasoning. I wasn’t completely sure of it myself. So I kissed her. And I kissed her. And I kissed her some more, stealing her sweetness and letting it saturate me.

I let my fingers trail over her chest, her breasts, down the small swell of her belly to her vulva and then through her folds still slick for me. My dick was straining against the prison of my jeans, longing for freedom, longing to thrust inside Marjorie’s perfect cunt.

But I hadn’t tasted every inch of her yet.

“Take your clothes off, Bryce. Please. Let me touch you.”

I was tempted, to be sure. So tempted. But if I undressed, she’d go for my cock, and I wasn’t ready for this to be over yet. If I was only going to have her once more, I wanted to savor it, relish it, take my time and drive both of us to the brink of insanity.

“Not yet,” I said gruffly.

“Please…” On a soft sigh.

“Not yet,” I said in a more commanding tone.

“Damn you,” she said softly.

I couldn’t help a slight smile. I liked being in charge in the bedroom. I liked it a lot. Marjorie Steel wasn’t a woman who submitted easily. In fact, her demeanor indicated she’d fight it. If I had the time, I could teach her the joys of submission. I could teach her everything about obedience during sex and the pleasure it could bring to both of us.

But that was a luxury denied me.

We had today. Right now.

I’d take her as she was. After all, why tamper with what was so close to perfection?

I didn’t need her to submit to know already how perfect she was. Her skin was fair and milky, her brown eyes warm and mesmerizing and curtained by thick onyx lashes. Her cheekbones were high, her cheeks rosy, and her chin with just the right amount of prominence.

Her neck long and creamy, and her breasts the ultimate size. Her brown nipples were large and begged to be sucked and chewed on. Her abdomen was just round enough, and her narrow hips worked perfectly with her long, thin, but shapely legs.

Her toes were painted bright red, as were her fingernails.

Fucking hot.

Even better than hot though, Marjorie Steel was beautiful. Achingly beautiful.

I lightly trailed my fingers over her cheekbone, down her jawline and neck, over the swell of her breasts, down her abdomen to her firm thighs, stopping at a jagged pink scar marring her perfection.

She shivered at my touch, such a light touch. “Please, Bryce.”

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