Page 110 of Make Me Yours
The smile he flashes is wicked. “Then I’ve been remiss.”
He tweaks both at once, sending a pulse of heat straight to my core. I arch up into his hands, greedy for more.
“So damn eager,” he mutters, trailing his mouth across the curve of one breast. “And so fucking responsive.” He palms my chest, kneading gently before pinching both peaks again. “He never understood what he had, did he?”
There’s no name mentioned, but we both know who he means.
I can’t bring myself to speak. Not when every cell in my body is exploding like fireworks under his touch.
His hands drift down my ribs, leisurely and reverently, like he’s savoring every inch he’s finally allowed to touch.
The cool air hits the slickness between my thighs, making me shiver, but it’s nothing compared to the feel of his hands as they roam lower, his fingers teasing, never quite giving me enough.
“You’re soaked for me,” he growls against my ear. “Fucking dripping, baby.”
I whimper, pressing back against his hand, desperate for more contact, for anything.
“Such a good girl,” he murmurs. “Letting me touch you. Letting me feel how badly you need it.”
He brushes his fingers along my core, featherlight, teasing me until I’m squirming beneath him.
“You have no idea what you do to me, Lilah,” he rasps, dragging his mouth along the curve of my hip. “I think about you spread out for me like this every damn time I close my eyes.”
A desperate, broken sound tears from my throat as he finally strokes me where I need him most, until my muscles are tightening with need.
“That’s it,” he croons. “Let me feel you. Let me make your body sing the way no one else ever has. Let me show you exactly who you belong to.”
And God help me, I want it.
I want all of it.
“Turn over,” Steele orders. “I want to see that gorgeous ass in the air.”
For a second, I’m too dazed to move, too wrapped up in the heat of his hands and the low gravel of his command.
Then his fingers slide down to my clit, tapping it once. It’s firm yet teasing. “Did you hear me, lucky charm?”
The lazy warning in his tone sends a shiver down my spineas I shift, rolling onto my stomach. The cool kiss of the sheets meets my flushed skin as I lift my hips obediently into the air, offering myself without a second thought.
And just like that, I’m his again.
Every thought.
Every trembling inch of my body belongs to him.
Steele’s palm cups my ass, squeezing, as if he’s committing every curve to memory. His hands are everywhere, both grounding and unraveling me with every possessive touch.
I shudder when he parts my flesh, exposing everything without a hint of shame. The air against my damp, aching skin makes me whimper as my heart hammers against my ribs.
I know he can see all of me now.
Every drenched, needy inch.
And the thrill of that knowledge coils tight and hot in my belly, setting me ablaze.
His fingers drift lower, featherlight and unhurried. When the pad of his finger brushes the untouched ring of muscle, my entire body jerks. It’s partly shock and a good amount of pure molten heat.
“Has anyone ever taken you here, baby?” he asks casually, like he already knows the answer. Like he’s already claimed that part of me too.
