I licked my lips and forced a bit of iron into my voice. "I don't run from anyone, Max Steele. Certainly not you."
His smile turned to a smirk, and he leaned closer still, pausing only when his lips were a bare inch from mine. "Prove it."
Oh, for all the coffee-loving gods. I groaned inwardly. He was waving a red flag at a bull, and I was powerless to resist the urge. I closed the gap between us.
32
Steele's towel dropped about three seconds after I started kissing him. It was a satisfying sound, hearing that heavy fabric hit the floor, and I grinned into his kiss with satisfaction.
"Did you enjoy watching me?" he asked when our kiss broke off. He trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses along my jaw, then dragging the metal of his tongue stud down my neck. I gasped as he found my sensitive point, right at the back of my neck. His mouth sealed to my skin, and he sucked that patch, probably marking me. Not that I cared. After what seemed like an entire night of teasing, I was—regardless of what I’d just told myself—most definitely a slave to my desires.
It took me a second to remember his question, then I groaned. "Yes," I admitted, my mind flashing those images at me again. But I didn't need the mental replay; I had the real thing right there in front of me. "But if you didn't want me to watch, you really should have closed the door."
I ran my hands over his body, sliding my fingers into his short, wet hair. He smelled like me. Like my shampoo and my body wash. It was kinda crazy hot.
"Who says I didn't want you to watch?" Steele countered, moving back just enough that he could meet my gaze. His eyes were bright with desire and excitement, probably reflecting my own, and his lips were lush and swollen—begging to be kissed. So I did.
I could probably be happy for the rest of my life just kissing Steele. He had the kind of kiss that met me, challenged me, and demanded more but didn't take anything I wasn't already giving.
His hands found my waist, and he lifted me, carrying me easily across the room and depositing me down on my floral-pink bed—all without taking his mouth from mine.
I still had my black high heels on, but as they had an ankle strap, there was no way I was stopping Steele so I could fuck around with the fiddly buckles. Nope, they could stay on for all I cared. Besides, I was already sans underwear, so what did they matter?
Steele moved his hand to my thigh as he settled his weight between my legs, sliding up and under my short dress.
His hand paused, and he let out a small groan, breaking his lips away from mine. "Do I even want to know what happened to your panties tonight, Hellcat?"
I bit my lip, guilt washing through me. "I don't know. Do you?"
He seemed to think about it for a moment, then shook his head. "Nope. All I want to know..." He trailed off as his lips found mine again, kissing me with renewed intensity as he pushed my dress up. I raised my hips so he could get it up over my ass, then wriggled it over my head and tossed it aside.
"What do you want to know, Steele?" I asked, breathless as he unhooked my bra and peeled the lace cups away from my body. His breathing was ragged, and he was more than ready to go again, despite having just come in the shower.
He didn't answer immediately, taking his time to kiss my breasts. His lips closed over my sensitive peaks, sucking and biting playfully until I was thrashing and panting beneath him. The hardness of his tongue piercing teased me in ways I’d never even imagined.
"All I want to know right now, Madison Kate," he finally continued, releasing my breast and sliding his hand across my flat stomach. Then lower. "Is whether you have any condoms in this little girl’s room. Because I need to fuck you more than I need to breathe right now."
His fingers found my clit, circling it teasingly before sliding lower to my soaking core. My breath hitched, and my hips pushed forward, silently begging him to enter me, but he continued to tease.
I wracked my brain, desperately trying to remember if I had any condoms stashed somewhere in my room. I hadn't had sex in over a year, but it was simply a good habit to always have protection available. Just in case one of your drop-dead gorgeous, male-model housemates wanted to fuck you stupid, obviously.
"Yes," I replied on a groan. "I think so, anyway." God, I hope so. "Hang on a sec."
I wriggled out from under him, rolling over onto my stomach and reaching for my bedside drawer. I yanked it open—a little wider than I'd intended—and fished around for the handful of condoms I vaguely recalled tossing in there while unpacking all my things a few weeks earlier.
Steele's hands clasped my naked butt cheeks, squeezing them and making me groan as my fingers frantically searched the seemingly endless drawer. It didn't help that Steele hitched my hips slightly off the bed, then slid one long finger into my cunt from behind.
Yep. Pretty sure my brain short-circuited for a moment there.
"Any luck?" he asked with a small chuckle, and I mentally slapped myself to stay on task, a job made so much harder as he added a second finger inside me and stroked them in and out.
My fingers touched a squishy foil packet, and I exhaled in relief.
"Found one?" he asked, but I wanted more of what he was doing. I wriggled my hips, backing up onto his hand desperately. His lips kissed my back, and I felt his weight shifting on the bed as he made his way up to the back of my neck. Still, his fingers lazily stroked my inner walls, and I writhed under his touch, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
Steele made a small sound of surprise as he settled against the pillows beside me. His fingers withdrew from my throbbing cunt—dammit—to take the condom from me, but it was the contents of my open drawer that had his attention.
"Madison Kate, what have you got there?"
I propped my head up on my hand, giving him an exaggerated eye roll. "Clearly, my vibrators. Don't act like you've never seen sex toys before, Steele."
His grin was broad as he ripped the condom wrapper open and rolled the rubber down his shaft. "I have," he admitted, his own voice a little breathless as he closed his hand around his erection. "I'm just curious, why so many?"
I smiled back at him, sitting up and pushing him back into the pillows so I could straddle him. "Variety is the spice of life, Steele. Why choose?"
Reaching down, I grasped his hot length and lined him up to my desperate, pulsing cunt. He didn't wait for me to sink down onto him slowly, though. He grabbed my hips and pulled me down onto him, thrusting up to meet me and fully seating himself in my pussy with that one stroke.
A cry escaped my throat, but he swallowed the sound a second later as his mouth found mine for a hot, open-mouthed kiss. Our tongues met and slid together in an echo of the way we fucked, meeting halfway and matching each other's desire equally.
"Fuck, you're incredible," Steele muttered some moments later when my mouth moved to his neck, nipping with teeth and sucking dark marks as I went—repaying the favor.
Seconds later, he let out a low growl and flipped us over.
My back met the mattress, and Steele slammed back into me, forcing the air from my lungs for a second before I sucked in another deep breath and cursed.
He just chuckled, though, one of those deliciously masculine sounds that made my toes curl.